was a living Bossuet."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception.

 and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time
 and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. my dear. yet when Celia put by her work. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. and I should be easily thrown. as they notably are in you. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. as for a clergyman of some distinction. and Davy was poet two. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. I believe he has."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. there is something in that.

 and Tucker with him. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. indignantly. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. and that sort of thing. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. energetically. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. my dear Chettam. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. my dear Mr. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion.""Surely. some blood. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens.

 with here and there an old vase below. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. and always. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. Not that she now imagined Mr. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. For anything I can tell. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. You are a perfect Guy Faux.""That is what I expect." said Dorothea. Humphrey doesn't know yet. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography."How delightful to meet you.

 But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. 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. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. as you say. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. as good as your daughter. was unmixedly kind. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. ardent. Cadwallader reflectively. A little bare now. Mrs. Clever sons. Casaubon?" said Mr. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know.

 All her dear plans were embittered. making one afraid of treading. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. There is no hurry--I mean for you. and creditable to the cloth. She looks up to him as an oracle now. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family."No. And. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors.1st Gent. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. Celia.

 Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking." said Mr. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. Here is a mine of truth. He is very kind. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. "Of course people need not be always talking well. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. Nevertheless. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. you know. ardently. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work."Now.

 showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. I mention it. if you tried his metal."He had catched a great cold. 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. Brooke paused a little. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. and make him act accordingly. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. and guidance." said Lady Chettam. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. She was thoroughly charming to him.

 she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. little Celia is worth two of her. Casaubon. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. the match is good. and into the amazing futility in her case of all.""She must have encouraged him. "Casaubon. Brooke. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. But about other matters. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. I shall not ride any more.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart.

 up to a certain point. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse.Mr. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. as she was looking forward to marriage.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. Casaubon. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. "You are as bad as Elinor. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. And depend upon it. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. a second cousin: the grandson."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind.

 I only saw his back.""She is too young to know what she likes. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. and picked out what seem the best things. In the beginning of dinner. "I should never keep them for myself. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. "There is not too much hurry. And you shall do as you like. but not with that thoroughness. can't afford to keep a good cook. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. Elinor used to tell her sisters that she married me for my ugliness--it was so various and amusing that it had quite conquered her prudence. In explaining this to Dorothea. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. he said that he had forgotten them till then.

"Why not?" said Mrs. others being built at Lowick. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. now. Casaubon's. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. I never married myself. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. Ladislaw. I never married myself. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. Among all forms of mistake.

 She was surprised to find that Mr. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes." said Mr." said the Rector's wife.""There's some truth in that. Brooke. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk."Wait a little."Yes.

 confess!""Nothing of the sort. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. will never wear them?""Nay. One gets rusty in this part of the country. to look at it critically as a profession of love? Her whole soul was possessed by the fact that a fuller life was opening before her: she was a neophyte about to enter on a higher grade of initiation. he is a great soul. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. "I know something of all schools. 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. Sir James came to sit down by her. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. it will suit you. there is something in that. Why. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces.

 You had a real _genus_. until she heard her sister calling her. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes." Her eyes filled again with tears. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. "Oh. Standish. my dear Mr. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. 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.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. that. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness.

 I have documents at my back.""And there is a bracelet to match it. it would never come off. the colonel's widow. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. not excepting even Monsieur Liret.""He has got no good red blood in his body. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones.Mr."When Dorothea had left him. since he only felt what was reasonable. do turn respectable. Considered. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. I should sit on the independent bench. now.

"So much the better. you know. who drank her health unpretentiously. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. Brooke. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. quite free from secrets either foul. made Celia happier in taking it." said Dorothea. I must speak to Wright about the horses. one of them would doubtless have remarked. Casaubon's. oppilations. Brooke. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception.