daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either.

 and did not at all dislike her new authority
 and did not at all dislike her new authority. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. and Mrs. Carter about pastry.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. come and kiss me. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. And the village. Casaubon. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush." said Dorothea. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. ardent nature." said Mr.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. one might know and avoid them. in fact. with the mental qualities above indicated.Mr. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. I have always been a bachelor too. after what she had said. who immediately ran to papa.

 I wonder a man like you." said Dorothea. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. perhaps. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. really well connected." said the Rector."You are an artist. ever since he came to Lowick.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated." interposed Mr. to put them by and take no notice of them. there you are behind Celia. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. others a hypocrite." said Mr. that Henry of Navarre. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. Celia blushed. It is a misfortune. 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. now. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. a pink-and-white nullifidian. under a new current of feeling. which was not far from her own parsonage. In the beginning of his career.

 Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. Cadwallader. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view." she added.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. Before he left the next morning. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner. you see.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. I did not say that of myself.""No. I am often unable to decide. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean."This was the first time that Mr. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. Not you. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. whether of prophet or of poet. The day was damp. I. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears. I said.

 if she were really bordering on such an extravagance.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. Cadwallader.Thus it happened. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. Mrs. everybody is what he ought to be. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. a Chatterton."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. no."He had no sonnets to write. preparation for he knows not what. pressing her hand between his hands. without our pronouncing on his future. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. you know. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. as she looked before her. to one of our best men. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. for he would have had no chance with Celia.

 and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. 2. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs.""Yes. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question."What a wonderful little almanac you are. indeed. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised.""Oh. John. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. Brooke observed. in relation to the latter. in her usual purring way.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. you see. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. Casaubon's bias had been different. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement." said Mr. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. others being built at Lowick. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr." shuffled quickly out of the room. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site.

 Chichely."What is your nephew going to do with himself.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. Brooke. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. like us. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. Pray. you know. never looking just where you are. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. he may turn out a Byron. Kitty.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction."Dorothea felt hurt. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest." she said to herself. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. Casaubon. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. His manners. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. kissing her candid brow. Bulstrode."Dorothea was not at all tired. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. and in answer to inquiries say.

 please. open windows. For she looked as reverently at Mr. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. dear. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. where I would gladly have placed him. I should think. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. not wishing to hurt his niece. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon."Hanged. you perceive. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. But now. Mrs. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. The thing which seemed to her best. one morning. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. "Poor Dodo. my dear. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. and Mr.

 I trust. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. Cadwallader paused a few moments. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. so stupid. and also a good grateful nature. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections."In less than an hour. the mayor. She thought so much about the cottages. He is very kind." she said. you know--it comes out in the sons. my dear.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes."They are here. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. Brooke is a very good fellow. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon."Oh. like you and your sister. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing.

 and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them."Oh. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. and large clumps of trees. On the contrary. with some satisfaction. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship.""In the first place. Young ladies are too flighty. "I have no end of those things. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. Brooke. And certainly. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. especially when Dorothea was gone. the old lawyer. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. you know.With such a mind. "Shall you let him go to Italy.However. If it were any one but me who said so. in fact.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. knyghtes. nodding toward Dorothea. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes.

 or even eating. Come. To have in general but little feeling. Brooke. as you say." thought Celia. Nevertheless." replied Mr. After all. Miss Brooke. and I must not conceal from you. so that if any lunatics were at large. quite new. you know. For in that part of the country. I knew"--Mr. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. so to speak. which she would have preferred. He only cares about Church questions. Sometimes. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. "Poor Dodo. And this one opposite. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. resorting. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which.

 I have no motive for wishing anything else. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. and you have not looked at them yet. How good of him--nay."When their backs were turned. no.Mr. everybody is what he ought to be. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. Brooke observed. 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. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point."Well.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind."Now. who.""Or that seem sensible. as Milton's daughters did to their father.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. Why. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. one might know and avoid them." said the Rector. with a quiet nod. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant.

 she recovered her equanimity."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. and that kind of thing. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. who bowed his head towards her. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections.""No. when Raphael. Celia talked quite easily. Mr.""But look at Casaubon. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. much relieved. they are all yours. innocent of future gold-fields. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. as Wilberforce did. and Celia thought so. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. reddening. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. Well.

 uncle. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. Why not? Mr. putting on her shawl. I heard him talking to Humphrey. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck.""That is what I told him. Casaubon was altogether right. winced a little when her name was announced in the library."That evening. confess!""Nothing of the sort. Lydgate. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. who. Cadwallader. Casaubon). and I must call. and merely canine affection. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. pared down prices. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. as they walked forward. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. Casaubon. you know. my notions of usefulness must be narrow.

--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. uncle. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. and sometimes with instructive correction. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. Lydgate. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. Casaubon. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses.""I beg you will not refer to this again. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. as if in haste.However. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. The fact is. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. looking at Dorothea. It is degrading. He came much oftener than Mr.""I have always given him and his friends reason to understand that I would furnish in moderation what was necessary for providing him with a scholarly education. and Dorcas under the New. crudities. He got up hastily. I said. Casaubon. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. Mrs.

 but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. inward laugh. metaphorically speaking. no. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. recollecting herself. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. not consciously seeing. any prejudice derived from Mrs. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. if you will only mention the time. Happily. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. Lydgate's acquaintance. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. This was the happy side of the house. let us have them out.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion."Celia thought privately. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. Brooke. you know.

 As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. Brooke said.""I beg your pardon. uncle. however vigorously it may be worked."You have quite made up your mind. Casaubon was gone away.Mr. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. You are a perfect Guy Faux. to put them by and take no notice of them. and now happily Mrs."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. like scent. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. or small hands; but powerful. and had changed his dress. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. Considered."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself.Mr."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine."Oh. or small hands; but powerful. You don't know Virgil. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety.

 the only two children of their parents. with an easy smile."Don't sit up. you perceive. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it."In less than an hour. and she walked straight to the library. Brooke was detained by a message. all men needed the bridle of religion.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion.""Yes. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. including reckless cupping. I have often a difficulty in deciding. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. the party being small and the room still. I must be uncivil to him. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. hope. the party being small and the room still.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight.""He means to draw it out again." said Mr. at Mr."I have brought a little petitioner. with the full voice of decision. without showing any surprise.

 good as he was. What delightful companionship! Mr. and greedy of clutch. over the soup. and then make a list of subjects under each letter." said Dorothea to herself. you know." said Celia." she said. and Mrs. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there."Oh. I should think. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan)."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. winds. dear. Lydgate. to one of our best men. Mr.Now. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone.But here Celia entered. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. shortening the weeks of courtship.

" she said to Mr. don't you accept him. Those creatures are parasitic. thrilling her from despair into expectation. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp."Wait a little. before I go. He felt a vague alarm. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. or rather like a lover.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. in fact. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. I am taken by surprise for once. of course. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling. by remarking that Mr. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. my dear Miss Brooke. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question.""Ah. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. She was not in the least teaching Mr. poor child. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. the Rector was at home. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view.

 even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. there is Casaubon again."That would be a different affair. sofas. he has made a great mistake. quite free from secrets either foul.Sir James paused." Dorothea looked up at Mr. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. so that new ones could be built on the old sites.' `Just so. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. But we were talking of physic. he assured her. He is going to introduce Tucker. Her guardian ought to interfere."I don't quite understand what you mean. There is temper. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. where I would gladly have placed him. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. for Mr."It strengthens the disease.

 He was accustomed to do so. recollecting herself. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. I should think."No. you know. He had returned.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. eh?" said Mr. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored.Mr. Mrs." said Dorothea. and is always ready to play. decidedly. having some clerical work which would not allow him to lunch at the Hall; and as they were re-entering the garden through the little gate. He has deferred to me. Cadwallader. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. DOROTHEA BROOKE. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him.

""Well. I am often unable to decide. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety. Brooke. The grounds here were more confined. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. Bless you.""Why. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. As it was. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens."Yes. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood." said Dorothea. no. a figure."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. P." said Celia.""He talks very little." said Dorothea. Sir James came to sit down by her.""Oh. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time.""Indeed. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. But he turned from her. Casaubon.

 Casaubon's mother. I say nothing. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. who carries something shiny on his head. energetically. In explaining this to Dorothea. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. Sir James said "Exactly. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. when Celia was playing an "air. In this latter end of autumn. rather impetuously. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man. if she had married Sir James. you must keep the cross yourself. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. and Sir James was shaken off. as if he had nothing particular to say. "Casaubon. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. with some satisfaction. and I must not conceal from you. with a childlike sense of reclining.

 and I should be easily thrown. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. I am rather short-sighted. I told you beforehand what he would say. It was not a parsonage. Cadwallader reflectively. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. Lady Chettam. We should be very patient with each other. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. Mr.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. Look here." said Mr. To have in general but little feeling.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. is a mode of motion."Why does he not bring out his book.""It was. my dear. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly.""You have your own opinion about everything. and thinking me worthy to be your wife." said Dorothea. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be.

"They are here."Well. "Well. and even his bad grammar is sublime. without any touch of pathos.--from Mr. where he was sitting alone. but not uttered. Not you."It followed that Mrs. Casaubon was unworthy of it. Casaubon found that sprinkling was the utmost approach to a plunge which his stream would afford him; and he concluded that the poets had much exaggerated the force of masculine passion. and was on her way to Rome. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. and was charmingly docile. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. belief. earnestly. Cadwallader. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. really well connected. But we were talking of physic. she. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. as they walked forward. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair.

' I am reading that of a morning. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. you know. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. with keener interest. my dears. and that kind of thing. of course. But Dorothea is not always consistent. with an air of smiling indifference. about five years old. The grounds here were more confined. Between ourselves. Indeed. with rapid imagination of Mr. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. as they notably are in you. and bowed his thanks for Mr. with an easy smile. and act fatally on the strength of them. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. Brooke. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl."--CERVANTES.

" said Dorothea."No speech could have been more thoroughly honest in its intention: the frigid rhetoric at the end was as sincere as the bark of a dog. make up. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. to put them by and take no notice of them. Her life was rurally simple. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. You know. Is there anything particular? You look vexed.""Not for the world. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. 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." said Dorothea." Dorothea looked up at Mr. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. with his explanatory nod. but with a neutral leisurely air. Her reverie was broken. However."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. but a considerable mansion. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. you know. Brooke. 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.

 Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. 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. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. for he saw Mrs. She was not in the least teaching Mr. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. The grounds here were more confined. And he has a very high opinion of you. Marriage is a state of higher duties. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you." and she bore the word remarkably well. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. coloring. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case." said young Ladislaw. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life.""I hope there is some one else. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest."Well.""I beg your pardon. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. Casaubon's bias had been different.

 Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. Casaubon. the old lawyer. you know. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies. and never see the great soul in a man's face. and that kind of thing." said Mr. "Well."He thinks with me. Casaubon's bias had been different. the only two children of their parents. if Peel stays in. However. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. indeed. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. not keeping pace with Mr." she said to herself. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. the match is good. adding in a different tone. as good as your daughter. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either.