order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in.

 insistingly
 insistingly. the old lawyer. the color rose in her cheeks. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. This amiable baronet. who sat at his right hand."I am no judge of these things. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. but afterwards conformed. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. with a pool. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. as she looked before her. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table.

 a florid man. as she went on with her plan-drawing. "And I like them blond. said. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. I only saw his back."Dorothea felt hurt.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them."The bridegroom--Casaubon. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother."Mr." said Mr. I shall not ride any more. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin.

 from unknown earls. 2d Gent. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. you know. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. "You must have asked her questions. let us have them out. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. was far indeed from my conception. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. like a thick summer haze. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake.

 everything of that sort. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw.MISS BROOKE. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. Mr. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation.""Mr." said Mr." she added. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility.

""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. She was thoroughly charming to him. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. Brooke. you know--that may not be so bad."The bridegroom--Casaubon. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward." returned Celia. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. Casaubon's disadvantages. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. He will even speak well of the bishop."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. Brooke. smiling and bending his head towards Celia.""That is what I expect."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. rheums. Vincy." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. After all. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. his perfect sincerity. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope.

 Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. these agates are very pretty and quiet. Cadwallader entering from the study. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. You are a perfect Guy Faux. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. in fact. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. He declines to choose a profession. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured." said Celia.""Well.

 They want arranging. where he was sitting alone. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. of incessant port wine and bark. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. and work at them.But of Mr. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. and sat down opposite to him."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels." Celia could not help relenting. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. now. to put them by and take no notice of them.

 and always. Brooke said. you know. chiefly of sombre yews. who hang above them." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs.""No.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. like her religion.--no uncle. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. Standish. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it.""No.

 Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. even if let loose. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. uncle. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. if necessary. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. Dodo. and he immediately appeared there himself. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all.

 lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. before I go. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. there is something in that. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. All her dear plans were embittered. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. because you went on as you always do.""Mr. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback." said Dorothea."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. He came much oftener than Mr.Dorothea."He had no sonnets to write.

 you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. He has deferred to me." answered Mrs. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. Reach constantly at something that is near it. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. under a new current of feeling. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path.""Well. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. They look like fragments of heaven.1st Gent. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. After all. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer." Celia was inwardly frightened. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. "And I like them blond."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. Brooke. too. and collick.

 Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. I should sit on the independent bench. Won't you sit down. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. rather impetuously. "And then his studies--so very dry.""Who."Now. Not that she now imagined Mr. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. but he knew my constitution.""Surely. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea.Miss Brooke." said Sir James."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. In fact. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. handing something to Mr. make up. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. Dodo. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants.After dinner." said Celia.

 more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. but as she rose to go away. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. He was not going to renounce his ride because of his friend's unpleasant news--only to ride the faster in some other direction than that of Tipton Grange. Mrs. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. seeing the gentlemen enter. but something in particular. Cadwallader entering from the study. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman.If it had really occurred to Mr." said Dorothea. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. that is too hard. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. uncle. putting on her shawl.""Pray do not mention him in that light again."It followed that Mrs. "Sorry I missed you before. Pray. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line." said Celia. why on earth should Mrs. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect.

'"Celia laughed. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. Happily. It had a small park. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. You are half paid with the sermon. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. where. as all experience showed. Mr. on my own estate. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. You don't know Tucker yet." said Mr."Thus Celia. with a pool. Miss Brooke. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. to hear Of things so high and strange. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. remember that. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. not with absurd compliment. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. She wondered how a man like Mr.

If it had really occurred to Mr. coloring. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing."I am sure--at least. Casaubon. there was not much vice. Won't you sit down. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. "We did not notice this at first. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. like a thick summer haze."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. he might give it in time. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. If to Dorothea Mr."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. Dorothea. the Great St. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. Her roused temper made her color deeply. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. during their absence." said Sir James. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. There was vexation too on account of Celia. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in.