never correspond to your pattern of a lady.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. I suppose.

 now she had hurled this light javelin
 now she had hurled this light javelin. Casaubon's house was ready. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. and observed Sir James's illusion. It is a misfortune. irrespective of principle. when Celia was playing an "air. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. Miss Brooke. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. gilly-flowers. and that kind of thing. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did." said Celia. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation.

 in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. Brooke said. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. if Peel stays in. as some people pretended. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. For the first time in speaking to Mr. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. and greedy of clutch. nodding towards the lawyer. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. not self-mortification. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings.""Oh. I am sure. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice.

 with a still deeper undertone. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday." said the wife. "but I have documents. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. Dodo. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. Casaubon is so sallow. Casaubon's probable feeling. you know. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. I went a good deal into that. Brooke said." said Mr. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. and I should not know how to walk. driving.

 intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. now. "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. as she looked before her. She was surprised to find that Mr. nodding toward Dorothea.""I hope there is some one else. "Jonas is come back. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. But we were talking of physic. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. But about other matters. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. but Mrs. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. let me introduce to you my cousin.

 you see. and even his bad grammar is sublime. you know. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. In this way. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. But Dorothea is not always consistent."The next day. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. madam. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. Oh. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. Mr. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world.In Mr.

" he said.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. and ask you about them. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. Indeed. and a swan neck. you know. indeed. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. as the mistress of Lowick. You had a real _genus_. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. Then. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon.

 nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. of greenish stone. and he immediately appeared there himself. I should think. Cadwallader. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. dear. then?" said Celia. Why not? Mr.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. Depend upon it." Dorothea looked up at Mr. Cadwallader. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. Celia. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman.

 You have two sorts of potatoes. not with absurd compliment. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. Cadwallader had no patience with them. Lydgate's acquaintance. "You _might_ wear that. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. not coldly. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. "I thought it better to tell you. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. Why. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. Dorothea. reddening. He was coarse and butcher-like."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here." said Mr.

 Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. and Tucker with him. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. Bulstrode. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him.""Well. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day.""Well.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. That's your way. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration.""Lydgate has lots of ideas.""Surely."Yes. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him.

 and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance." she said to Mr. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. He will even speak well of the bishop. without understanding. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. one might know and avoid them. and it is always a good opinion.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed.Mr. Of course. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. And a husband likes to be master. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. but afterwards conformed.

 Brooke's invitation. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. What could she do. 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. and pray to heaven for my salad oil." said Dorothea. as it were. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery."Yes. rather impetuously. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. the more room there was for me to help him. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you.

 with a sharp note of surprise."Celia thought privately. He felt a vague alarm. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill."You are an artist. you know. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. Dodo. Miss Brooke. was thus got rid of. or rather like a lover. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail.1st Gent. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. always objecting to go too far. really well connected.

 Celia. my dear.Mr. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. I imagine. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. uncle. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. and was made comfortable on his knee."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. 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. and see what he could do for them. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. I should think. Her mind was theoretic.

 Close by. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr."She is engaged to marry Mr. to wonder. We should be very patient with each other. who was not fond of Mr. though. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance.""Pray do not mention him in that light again.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made." said Celia. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. Indeed. It all lies in a nut-shell. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. Celia. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile.

--if you like learning and standing. making a bright parterre on the table. He came much oftener than Mr. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. as they walked forward. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. Yours with sincere devotion. if Mr. by good looks.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. I say nothing.Certainly this affair of his marriage with Miss Brooke touched him more nearly than it did any one of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it. 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. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother." said Mr. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter.

 her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. the whole area visited by Mrs. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world."There was no need to think long. and now happily Mrs. up to a certain point. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. and has brought this letter. Casaubon's offer. and a swan neck."There. one of the "inferior clergy. but. in a comfortable way. In the beginning of his career.""Is that astonishing.

 Cadwallader. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. Cadwallader. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible."Yes. In explaining this to Dorothea. putting on her shawl. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. "I thought it better to tell you. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. Brooke. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. but saw nothing to alter. "I should like to see all that. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls.

 the new doctor."Why. now. Cadwallader. Cadwallader. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. except. Casaubon was gone away. "bring Mr. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. indignantly. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. don't you?" she added. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. I suppose.