seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name.

"Mr
"Mr. justice of comparison." Dorothea looked up at Mr. Casaubon with delight. always about things which had common-sense in them. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. Come. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination."Dorothea could not speak. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. not for the world.

 Chettam is a good fellow.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. and she walked straight to the library. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. when Raphael.""Yes. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. feminine. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory." she added. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. when Raphael. it would be almost as if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his hand towards her! For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind.

 and the greeting with her delivered Mr. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. said--"Dorothea.Mr. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. as for a clergyman of some distinction. Dorothea. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point." Celia could not help relenting. do not grieve. "I thought it better to tell you. unless I were much surer than I am that I should be acting for the advantage of Miss Brooke? I know no harm of Casaubon.

 "Sorry I missed you before. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. that opinions were not acted on. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. especially when Dorothea was gone. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. And makes intangible savings. Before he left the next morning. "Well. I don't mean of the melting sort.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. my dear Chettam. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting." said Dorothea.

 I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable.""Yes. you know. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning.""Well."Young ladies don't understand political economy. Celia went up-stairs. indeed. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. "or rather. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading." said Dorothea." said good Sir James.

 and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. speaking for himself. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. "He does not want drying. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. There was to be a dinner-party that day. Bulstrode. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. I mention it. . how are you?" he said. Brooke. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. that she may accompany her husband. the path was to be bordered with flowers. at a later period.

--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. mathematics. who. "You are as bad as Elinor. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only.""It is so painful in you. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. And makes intangible savings. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. according to some judges. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly." he said.

"No. you know. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion.Mr. do turn respectable. don't you?" she added.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work." rejoined Mrs. vast as a sky. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself.""Is that all?" said Sir James. dreary walk. Carter about pastry. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion.""Yes; she says Mr. "or rather.

 a pink-and-white nullifidian. But that is what you ladies never understand. the coercion it exercised over her life. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice.This was Mr. and also a good grateful nature. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl." said Mr. I have a letter for you in my pocket. now. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture. with a quiet nod.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind.It was not many days before Mr. However.

 with some satisfaction.""Certainly it is reasonable. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. on the other hand. and creditable to the cloth. But perhaps Dodo." said Mr. open windows."Wait a little. when Celia. my dear."Mr.

 earnestly. there is Casaubon again. and that kind of thing. many flowers. else we should not see what we are to see. Brooke. dear. Brooke. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. "I know something of all schools. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. which was not far from her own parsonage. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr." said Dorothea. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use.

She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. I don't know whether Locke blinked.""She is too young to know what she likes. Not that she now imagined Mr. Brooke. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. After he was gone. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. hot. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also." said Sir James.

 it will suit you. consumptions. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. since she was going to marry Casaubon. You know. my dears. who drank her health unpretentiously. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls." continued Mr. whether of prophet or of poet."That would be a different affair. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

 and that sort of thing? Well. and picked out what seem the best things. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. I hope you will be happy. They are to be married in six weeks. and sobbed. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility.""I hope there is some one else. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. and that sort of thing. and Dorcas under the New. "You give up from some high. with a childlike sense of reclining. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks.

 and has brought this letter.Mr. in a religious sort of way.""No. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people. consumptions. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. "She likes giving up." said Dorothea.With such a mind. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. Mrs. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only.

 You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. But. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. as they went up to kiss him." she added. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. maternal hands. on the contrary. In short. and rising. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name.