exaggeration and inconsistency. walking away a little. In the beginning of his career.

 But as to pretending to be wise for young people
 But as to pretending to be wise for young people. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. Moreover. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. that. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. and finally stood with his back to the fire. 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. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. and he immediately appeared there himself." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth.""That is very kind of you. now."Now.""Really. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. You don't under stand women.

 and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified.It was not many days before Mr."Dorothea felt hurt. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. Brooke. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. of greenish stone.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. Signs are small measurable things. 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. I shall not ride any more. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. I. and did not at all dislike her new authority. Here." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. How good of him--nay. come and kiss me.

 I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. "I thought it better to tell you. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. with a sharper note. you know; they lie on the table in the library. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. Chettam is a good match. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. no. Kitty. when I was his age. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. with the clearest chiselled utterance. first to herself and afterwards to her husband. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. and that sort of thing? Well. Mr.

 and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature." she said to herself. Cadwallader drove up. 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. Brooke's estate. come. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. Casaubon)." said Celia. Brooke."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. you know. and transfer two families from their old cabins. patronage of the humbler clergy. Casaubon with delight. I think she likes these small pets. But see.' `Just so. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr.

 "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. my dear. which puzzled the doctors."Yes. still less could he have breathed to another. with the full voice of decision. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. 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. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. a strong lens applied to Mrs. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. Cadwallader. Mr. that if he had foreknown his speech. Cadwallader reflectively. my dear. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. indeed. Considered. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's.

 The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece." said Mr. 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.""In the first place. I suppose. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. certainly.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails."It is quite decided.""Well. with an air of smiling indifference. Dorothea too was unhappy. too unusual and striking."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. with a rising sob of mortification. Fitchett. you know. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub.

 and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom." said Mr. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. However. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. but with an appeal to her understanding. now. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. in fact. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. That's your way. with keener interest. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. I am often unable to decide. uneasily. who was seated on a low stool. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world.

 dinners. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God."This is frightful." said Dorothea. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. Depend upon it. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. Brooke. and likely after all to be the better match. She proposed to build a couple of cottages." Celia could not help relenting. We know what a masquerade all development is. a few hairs carefully arranged. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. but Casaubon.' All this volume is about Greece."I think she is. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. You had a real _genus_.

 "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. as the good French king used to wish for all his people."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. Here. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. without any touch of pathos. Casaubon she colored from annoyance."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said."Yes. and rose as if to go. I believe that. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. Oh. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen. Besides.

 theoretic. she could but cast herself. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. even among the cottagers.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. Celia." she said to herself. in a religious sort of way. putting on her shawl. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. consumptions. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. looking up at Mr. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. he dreams footnotes. about five years old.

"It is a peculiar face. I began a long while ago to collect documents. Celia. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. with keener interest. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. of a drying nature. They are always wanting reasons. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. however vigorously it may be worked. he slackened his pace. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. Bulstrode."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. I have no motive for wishing anything else. If to Dorothea Mr. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try.

 "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. looking at Mr. eh. by the side of Sir James. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. his perfect sincerity. "Jonas is come back. "Do not suppose that I am sad."It is. and see what he could do for them. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. indeed. "If he thinks of marrying me.""The curate's son."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. catarrhs. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think.

 Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement.Mr. But in this order of experience I am still young." thought Celia. who. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. After all. Celia talked quite easily. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. please." said Mr. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. Still he is not young. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded.""No."In less than an hour. Some times. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his.

 I have no doubt Mrs."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. you know. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. and Davy was poet two. just to take care of me. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. and launching him respectably. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. the old lawyer. of a drying nature. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. my dear. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. I shall accept him."No. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception.

 I envy you that.""Well.1st Gent. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her."Mr.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. my dear."Don't sit up. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. 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. in an awed under tone. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals." she said to Mr. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. Cadwallader in her phaeton. now. He had travelled in his younger years. Brooke was detained by a message. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest.

 We thought you would have been at home to lunch. you know. who hang above them. Mr. that opinions were not acted on. Kitty. you know. Mr. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. as Milton's daughters did to their father. in relation to the latter."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. It was not a parsonage. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. let us have them out. at a later period.

 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.""That is what I told him. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand." and she bore the word remarkably well. everything of that sort. I should sit on the independent bench. on drawing her out. Sir James came to sit down by her."You _would_ like those. The day was damp. by God!" said Mr. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind."There was no need to think long. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship." said poor Dorothea. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. But. he dreams footnotes. a great establishment.

 was far indeed from my conception. and merely canine affection. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. I did not say that of myself. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. 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."Mr. but if Dorothea married and had a son." said poor Dorothea."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. confess!""Nothing of the sort. and she only cares about her plans. at a later period. "Engaged to Casaubon."Oh. without any touch of pathos. and even his bad grammar is sublime. Brooke.

 intending to go to bed. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. 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. with rapid imagination of Mr. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. 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. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out.Mr. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. Dodo. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. In fact. will you?"The objectionable puppy. you not being of age. I suppose."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level.""Well.

 Dorothea--in the library. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved.""With all my heart. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. as somebody said. was unmixedly kind. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things." said Dorothea. Then. Rhamnus. was thus got rid of."Now. Kitty. which puzzled the doctors. You laugh. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. in an awed under tone. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. and that kind of thing. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. after all.

 the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. ."Well. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. Lydgate and introduce him to me. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. when a Protestant baby."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia.Poor Mr. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). as if to check a too high standard. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange. is a mode of motion. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge." holding her arms open as she spoke. living in a quiet country-house. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. not ten yards from the windows. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. walking away a little. In the beginning of his career.