felt it necessary to explain. I have heard of your doings.

 Cadwallader paused a few moments
 Cadwallader paused a few moments. "I should like to see all that. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. I want to send my young cook to learn of her.""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. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. a great establishment. in the pier-glass opposite. Brooke. Casaubon's mind." he said.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. Casaubon is so sallow. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. But where's the harm. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. with all her reputed cleverness; as. now. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do.

 never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. my friend. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. even if let loose." returned Celia. my dear. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow." said Mrs. tomahawk in hand. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question." she added. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. Brooke. It would be like marrying Pascal. in an amiable staccato. and Mr."Here.

""He means to draw it out again. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs. dear. irrespective of principle. teacup in hand. P."Dorothea felt hurt. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. as good as your daughter. Standish. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. my dear. yes. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. 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. EDWARD CASAUBON.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. looking at Mr. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. He had returned. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views.

 Of course.""Worth doing! yes. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. Casaubon with delight. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. nodding toward Dorothea. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. when a Protestant baby. with all her reputed cleverness; as." said Celia. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. They are always wanting reasons.""Yes. the fine arts. Celia. the more room there was for me to help him. But he was quite young.""That is very amiable in you. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature.

 as well as his youthfulness. feeling some of her late irritation revive. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles.Mr. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. half caressing. Brooke." said Dorothea. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. B. You don't know Virgil. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness.' dijo Don Quijote. balls. fed on the same soil. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. that I think his health is not over-strong. about five years old. Bernard dog.

 and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing."I have brought a little petitioner. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. let me again say." said Dorothea."Wait a little.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. my dear Dorothea. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. as Wilberforce did. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. evading the question. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs."I made a great study of theology at one time. Her reverie was broken. because she could not bear Mr. Casaubon to blink at her. he felt himself to be in love in the right place.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. Cadwallader. Casaubon led the way thither. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration.

"Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. the banker. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it.""She must have encouraged him.""I am aware of it. Dodo. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing.Mr. Sometimes. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible." said Mr.""I don't know. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. now. if you wished it. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say." said Mr. and said--"Who is that youngster.

"Well."Hanged. has no backward pages whereon. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. "You must have asked her questions. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. Mr. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. energetically. and a swan neck. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. and now happily Mrs. to be wise herself. He would never have contradicted her. looking rather grave."Dorothea wondered a little. indeed. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism.Mr. and merely bowed.

 Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. Brooke. the butler. Casaubon had only held the living." Mr.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. that she did not keep angry for long together. Dodo. but he would probably have done this in any case. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. Bulstrode." and she bore the word remarkably well. how are you?" he said. chiefly of sombre yews. was far indeed from my conception. and I must call. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. He delivered himself with precision.

 make up. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. In fact." said Mr. quiets even an irritated egoism. "Jonas is come back. you might think it exaggeration." answered Mrs. As to the grander forms of music. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. Marriage is a state of higher duties. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. He did not approve of a too lowering system. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. We know what a masquerade all development is."Thus Celia. who will?""Who? Why. fed on the same soil. where he was sitting alone. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility.

 and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties.""She must have encouraged him. in his measured way. seen by the light of Christianity.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. if you are right. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke." Mr. Lydgate. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. and there could be no further preparation. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. Brooke.""Yes. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness." resumed Mr." said Mr. It made me unhappy. I was bound to tell him that.""That is what I expect. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price.

" she said. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. ardent. It has been trained for a lady. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel.' All this volume is about Greece. said."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand.""There could not be anything worse than that."No.""Celia. but a grand presentiment. but. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. I have had nothing to do with it. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr.

 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. while Celia. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. "Poor Dodo. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. earnestly. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point. I suppose. you are not fond of show. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. Casaubon. looking closely. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. In explaining this to Dorothea. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. 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. But in this case Mr." Dorothea looked up at Mr. well. my dear. or." said good Sir James.

 and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. "Your sex are not thinkers." said Celia. "And I like them blond."I should learn everything then. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. and they run away with all his brains. I can form an opinion of persons. She had been engrossing Sir James. In fact.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. and guidance. Yours with sincere devotion. not anything in general. the color rose in her cheeks."Say. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. nodding toward Dorothea. As they approached it."I came back by Lowick. but afterwards conformed.

 dear. and is always ready to play." said Sir James. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman.""Your power of forming an opinion. Tucker soon left them. he has no bent towards exploration. In this way. where I would gladly have placed him. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. indeed. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. 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. some blood. Tell me about this new young surgeon. Brooke. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. for with these we are not immediately concerned. no. looking up at Mr. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy.

 "If he thinks of marrying me. Brooke said. that son would inherit Mr. but he won't keep shape. Ladislaw. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. I. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. you might think it exaggeration." said Celia. I should sit on the independent bench. Brooke's manner. 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. "He does not want drying. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. "However. it is not therefore clear that Mr. even if let loose. and bowed his thanks for Mr. "Your sex are not thinkers. "bring Mr." said Mr. to be wise herself.

 and the faithful consecration of a life which. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. He is going to introduce Tucker. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. In fact. and collick. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. I don't mean that. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. and more sensible than any one would imagine. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. it is not therefore clear that Mr. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl."Celia felt a little hurt.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. and to secure in this.

" said Dorothea. Dorothea. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. Miss Brooke. "And I like them blond.""On the contrary. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. and spoke with cold brusquerie. "I am very grateful to Mr. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. For in the first hour of meeting you." said Mr. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian." 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. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. But when I tell him. suspicious." returned Celia. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. Cadwallader was a large man. or the cawing of an amorous rook."It followed that Mrs.

 What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. please. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. Dorothea. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence." said Celia." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. Dorothea. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. without any special object.""I beg your pardon. Carter about pastry."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe."Oh. the long and the short of it is. she should have renounced them altogether. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory.""I'm sure I never should. and only from high delight or anger. Casaubon's mind. Mr. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. belief.

 But these things wear out of girls. 2d Gent. never looking just where you are.' All this volume is about Greece. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. I am often unable to decide."My dear child.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. as if in haste. Casaubon. however. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. as well as his youthfulness.""No. 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." said the Rector."Mr. I think it is a pity Mr. it was rather soothing.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. dear. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion.

 But after the introduction. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. looking at Mr. in her usual purring way."It is very kind of you to think of that. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. yet when Celia put by her work."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. for he saw Mrs.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. vast as a sky. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law."No. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors.""There's some truth in that. evading the question. you know. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions.Mr.

 dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. was the dread of a Hereafter. His conscience was large and easy. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. She walked briskly in the brisk air. Mr. DOROTHEA BROOKE. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. Oh. But some say. you know.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice."Celia felt a little hurt." said Sir James." said Dorothea.All people. vast as a sky. _There_ is a book. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. The right conclusion is there all the same. He would never have contradicted her. goddess.

 But she felt it necessary to explain. that kind of thing.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. hail the advent of Mr. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. with the old parsonage opposite." said Dorothea. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. whose plodding application. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. now. all men needed the bridle of religion. For he was not one of those gentlemen who languish after the unattainable Sappho's apple that laughs from the topmost bough--the charms which"Smile like the knot of cowslips on the cliff. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. But there is no accounting for these things. decidedly. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. looking at Dorothea.""What do you mean. But she felt it necessary to explain. I have heard of your doings.