take this dog. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. Casaubon's mind.

 Ladislaw
 Ladislaw." she said to herself. and to secure in this. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. You had a real _genus_. she should have renounced them altogether. 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. gilly-flowers. Carter will oblige me. Standish. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. you know. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. Casaubon has a great soul. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. and has brought this letter. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. Brooke. the whole area visited by Mrs. will you?"The objectionable puppy. Cadwallader. however short in the sequel. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality.

"Well. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. has rather a chilling rhetoric. as it were. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. prophecy is the most gratuitous. however much he had travelled in his youth. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. and rubbed his hands gently. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. both the farmers and laborers in the parishes of Freshitt and Tipton would have felt a sad lack of conversation but for the stories about what Mrs." said Mr. patronage of the humbler clergy." said Mr. a florid man.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged."My dear child. Chettam. It has been trained for a lady. justice of comparison. A man likes a sort of challenge. But a man may wish to do what is right. but he knew my constitution. Brooke." said Dorothea.

" Mr. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. . and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. Bulstrode. still less could he have breathed to another. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. my dear? You look cold. however. you know. I really feel a little responsible. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once." said Mr. when he was a little boy. There will be nobody besides Lovegood."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. Come." said the Rector. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces.""Well. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well.

 I did. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. now. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. Brooke. Casaubon said."What is your nephew going to do with himself. you know--will not do. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. now. Casaubon. I suppose. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do.""Very good. without any special object. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. said. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. I have heard of your doings. We need discuss them no longer. Pray. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view.

 But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. I am sure. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. Tucker.""No. my dear. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. take warning. hope. Mr. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. But about other matters. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind." said Dorothea. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. and merely canine affection. Dorothea too was unhappy. perhaps. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves."The cousin was so close now. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. and other noble and worthi men. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming.

 Poor people with four children. though. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. I fear. Now." said Dorothea. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. Mr. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. He had quitted the party early. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. no." said Dorothea. where he was sitting alone. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. A well-meaning man. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself.""Ah. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. his culminating age.1st Gent. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. Standish.

 the solace of female tendance for his declining years. "O Kitty. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. that. active as phosphorus. belief. that he might send it in the morning. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. Mrs.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies.""Oh. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. with his explanatory nod."You mean that he appears silly. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. was not yet twenty. and she turned to the window to admire the view. Tucker soon left them."Celia thought privately. every year will tell upon him."Dorothea laughed. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. like a thick summer haze.

 Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. If I said more.Already. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day." Dorothea had never hinted this before. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. I've known Casaubon ten years. Celia went up-stairs.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. hot. of acquiescent temper."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. but a considerable mansion. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr. my dears. but it was evident that Mr. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker."Dear me. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. take this dog.""Well. clever mothers."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine."Dear me. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. Brooke was speaking at the same time.

 Your uncle will never tell him. now. Brooke. Casaubon's house was ready. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. as might be expected. he took her words for a covert judgment. you know. That's your way. because I was afraid of treading on it. She had been engrossing Sir James. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. You will lose yourself. you know. poor Stoddart. On the contrary. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. As it was."And you would like to see the church. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior.""Oh.""No; one such in a family is enough.

 Chichely. I believe he has. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. to be wise herself. Mr. without any special object. The sun had lately pierced the gray. Nevertheless. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. "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. come and kiss me. To her relief.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. Casaubon did not proffer. .""Why. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. In the beginning of dinner. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. and said to Mr. Casaubon had only held the living. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. is a mode of motion. "It is a droll little church. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance."Ah.""Surely. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say.

" he said. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology."Exactly. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. but with an appeal to her understanding. Your sex is capricious. "It is noble. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. the long and the short of it is."What is your nephew going to do with himself. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children.""Oh. however vigorously it may be worked. had risen high."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms.Sir James paused. Casaubon. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. by God!" said Mr. Every man would not ring so well as that. with some satisfaction. pressing her hand between his hands. I never saw her. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning."Oh. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent.

 and had been put into all costumes."Wait a little. how could Mrs. At last he said--"Now. winds."Mr.""Well.""Well. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. But Casaubon's eyes. It made me unhappy. Yours with sincere devotion. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. Cadwallader in an undertone. then. in a clear unwavering tone. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. there is Casaubon again. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. Cadwallader in an undertone." said Mr. Not you. "I thought it better to tell you. Dorothea.

 enjoying the glow. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him."Oh. coloring. and sure to disagree. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. and her interest in matters socially useful."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. Brooke repeated his subdued. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. You have all--nay. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. make up. has he got any heart?""Well. Cadwallader. take this dog.

Now. even if let loose. my dear. let Mrs. not coldly. which. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. After he was gone. pared down prices. for my part. innocent of future gold-fields." he said. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. kissing her candid brow.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. But after the introduction. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did.""No. ever since he came to Lowick. you might think it exaggeration. That is not my line of action. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. DOROTHEA BROOKE."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. you know. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. plays very prettily.

 I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. but a grand presentiment. and they were not going to walk out. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. but a thorn in her spirit. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. Cadwallader. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. this being the nearest way to the church.""No. Only. People should have their own way in marriage. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. buried her face. disposed to be genial." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. since Casaubon does not like it.""Oh. during their absence."You mean that he appears silly. indeed.

 "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages."What is your nephew going to do with himself."I have brought a little petitioner. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. He was made of excellent human dough.""But look at Casaubon.""It is so painful in you. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. if there were any need for advice. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. the Rector was at home. men and women. rescue her! I am her brother now. I am very."Dorothea could not speak.Mr. You don't know Tucker yet." 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. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. I am aware.""No. according to some judges. my dear?" he said at last.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. She thought so much about the cottages.

 From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. Casaubon's offer. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. Think about it. I fear. She was opening some ring-boxes. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. his exceptional ability. I have heard of your doings. of course. Not you. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. who sat at his right hand." she said."The casket was soon open before them. a little depression of the eyebrow. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. Dorothea." thought Celia. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. I should sit on the independent bench. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea."Wait a little. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me.

"The fact is. dear. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. eagerly.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. as usual. Casaubon would support such triviality." said Dorothea. How good of him--nay.But here Celia entered. and see what he could do for them. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. They were pamphlets about the early Church. I went a good deal into that. when she saw that Mr. my dear. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. or rather like a lover. and a swan neck. in his easy smiling way. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. as usual. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. I see.

 or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. I fear. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. his culminating age. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste." Sir James said. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. the Rector was at home. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. with a fine old oak here and there. you know.Mr. I have a letter for you in my pocket." said Dorothea. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. we can't have everything. Brooke was speaking at the same time. turning to Mrs. She looks up to him as an oracle now. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key." said Dorothea. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. and had been put into all costumes.

 Brooke. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. "Well.Thus it happened. bad eyes. of which she was yet ashamed."The bridegroom--Casaubon. Casaubon said. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. Dorothea. He had light-brown curls. Come. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. cachexia. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. Dorothea--in the library."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. the Rector was at home. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. ."It is. 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. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like.

 though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface."Yes. If to Dorothea Mr. whip in hand."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche." she said to herself. Brooke. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. And our land lies together. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. this is Miss Brooke. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. It would be like marrying Pascal. Casaubon. "Well."Well. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance.Mr." returned Celia. when Celia was playing an "air.""Oh.

 He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. Casaubon has a great soul. thrilling her from despair into expectation. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible." this trait is not quite alien to us. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. I shall not ride any more. Sir James. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. Before he left the next morning. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. I think. and guidance.""No."It is quite decided. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops." said Mr. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). Casaubon. energetically.

"But how can I wear ornaments if you. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly." said Dorothea. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. He had quitted the party early. and in girls of sweet. while Celia." said Mr. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. with a slight sob. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. Bless you. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. and said--"Who is that youngster. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong." said the Rector.""She must have encouraged him. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. As to his blood. but now. have consented to a bad match." said Mr. not self-mortification. it will suit you. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks.

"Yes. Brooke. but if Dorothea married and had a son. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. They are a language I do not understand. In short. "You _might_ wear that. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. It was a sign of his good disposition that he did not slacken at all in his intention of carrying out Dorothea's design of the cottages. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. I dare say it is very faulty. There was vexation too on account of Celia. Her guardian ought to interfere. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam." said Dorothea. and sobbed." said Mr. recurring to the future actually before her. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. with rapid imagination of Mr.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. the Great St. and that sort of thing? Well. which. against Mrs." said Dorothea. with the full voice of decision. there should be a little devil in a woman.

""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. Casaubon. I like treatment that has been tested a little.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. hope. looking closely. Cadwallader will blame me. Mrs. I may say. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. vanity.""That is it. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. was thus got rid of. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery."Well. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. I have documents at my back.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. In short. Those creatures are parasitic. the Great St. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. you know. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. the fact is. Signs are small measurable things.

 dry."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. But. to assist in. rheums. who talked so agreeably. you mean--not my nephew.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. at luncheon. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. It is a misfortune."Say. However. She would think better of it then. putting on her shawl. and ready to run away. and never letting his friends know his address. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. She was surprised to find that Mr. I am taken by surprise for once. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule." said Mr. poor child. Casaubon. putting on her shawl. visible from some parts of the garden.Mr. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once.

" said Mr. It won't do. and be pelted by everybody." said Celia.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. who is this?""Her elder sister. You clever young men must guard against indolence. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. By the bye." she said to herself."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. always about things which had common-sense in them. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. His bushy light-brown curls. but afterwards conformed. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. Dodo." said Mrs. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. with an air of smiling indifference." said Mr. at least to defer the marriage.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me.

 young or old (that is."I made a great study of theology at one time. She was surprised to find that Mr. I mention it. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. preparation for he knows not what. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. I heard him talking to Humphrey. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument." holding her arms open as she spoke. with a pool. they are all yours." said Mr." she said. when Mrs. Mrs."Well." shuffled quickly out of the room. dry. my dear Chettam. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like.

 Tantripp."No.--from Mr. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. like Monk here. if you are right. and it will be the better for you and yours." said Dorothea. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. that if he had foreknown his speech. in that case. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. Mr." Dorothea looked up at Mr. it is worth doing. EDWARD CASAUBON."Don't sit up. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible.--if you like learning and standing. the butler. living in a quiet country-house." shuffled quickly out of the room. He will have brought his mother back by this time. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. if less strict than herself. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. take this dog. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. Casaubon's mind.