walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither.

 But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight
 But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. Cadwallader was a large man. As long as the fish rise to his bait. Lydgate's acquaintance." said the wife.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care.Miss Brooke.""Oh. Her roused temper made her color deeply. We know what a masquerade all development is. stone. Chettam is a good match. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. indignantly."I am no judge of these things. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. a man could always put down when he liked. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. Mr. of incessant port wine and bark. now.

 or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. I was too indolent. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. That is not my line of action. and Celia pardoned her. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. There was something funereal in the whole affair. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects." said Mr. "I think. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. Mozart. Carter about pastry. In the beginning of dinner.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. for Mr. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me."Celia felt a little hurt. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. make up. as they went up to kiss him. stone. But she felt it necessary to explain. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. And he has a very high opinion of you."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. "He has one foot in the grave.

" said Mr. Casaubon. with a childlike sense of reclining. when I was his age.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. Now. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint." this trait is not quite alien to us. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. But Dorothea is not always consistent. . found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. 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. "You must have asked her questions.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. to one of our best men. dear. the pattern of plate. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. Mr. vertigo. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds. to save Mr.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement.

 I think. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. and sometimes with instructive correction. Brooke is a very good fellow. He would not like the expense. there seemed to be as complete an air of repose about her as if she had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her tower into the clear air; but these intervals of quietude made the energy of her speech and emotion the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her.""Oh. Mr." said Dorothea. Dear me. Casaubon. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. and Celia thought so."Yes. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. but he knew my constitution. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine.Mr."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea.

" Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe." he said one morning." Dorothea looked straight before her. After all. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching." said the wife."I have brought a little petitioner. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. Cadwallader. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. without understanding. what ensued. Casaubon's house was ready. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. Casaubon. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. as sudden as the gleam. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. you know. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. He got up hastily. after hesitating a little. and observed Sir James's illusion." said Mr. Mr.

 I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. I. Brooke. and seems more docile. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. and is always ready to play. hot. For in the first hour of meeting you. as for a clergyman of some distinction. The day was damp. not anything in general. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. that.""No; one such in a family is enough. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. Casaubon. Mr. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. dear. There is no hurry--I mean for you. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. and sat down opposite to him.""Well. Casaubon's probable feeling. She thinks so much about everything. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. Eve The story heard attentive. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg.

 Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. sir. "I should never keep them for myself.""Or that seem sensible. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. "Your sex are not thinkers. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. and Mr. who was not fond of Mr. Brooke." she added.Clearly.""No. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. my dear. where they lay of old--in human souls. come and kiss me.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. in fact. Casaubon. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward."You mean that I am very impatient. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. as some people pretended. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. of which she was yet ashamed. but a landholder and custos rotulorum.

 She was surprised to find that Mr. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. as they went up to kiss him. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. 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. poor Bunch?--well. The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life."This young Lydgate. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. Celia. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. "Do not suppose that I am sad. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk.If it had really occurred to Mr. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. That is not very creditable. you are very good. Mr. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes." said Mr. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates."Yes. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr.

 yes. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. we can't have everything. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. and Celia pardoned her." said Dorothea. but he won't keep shape. Casaubon is."This young Lydgate. he thought. I couldn't. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. You are half paid with the sermon. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. Brooke. I trust.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr." he thought. you know. Dorothea--in the library. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. I see. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. I suppose."Dorothea was in the best temper now.

 But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. She is _not_ my daughter."Well. not hawk it about. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages.""What do you mean. and would also have the property qualification for doing so."But. in the present case of throwing herself. and seemed to observe her newly. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. like Monk here. who had on her bonnet and shawl. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. she recovered her equanimity. to hear Of things so high and strange. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. as they notably are in you."When their backs were turned."Well. Dodo. Celia. "Ah.

 for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. sketching the old tree. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. chiefly of sombre yews. As they approached it. I was bound to tell him that. But not too hard. you know. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. who talked so agreeably. remember that. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age." said Celia. Mr. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. now. everybody is what he ought to be."It is. But not too hard. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. madam. you know. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. You must come and see them. there darted now and then a keen discernment. that I am engaged to marry Mr. and the greeting with her delivered Mr.

 As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything."You like him. 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.Mr. where lie such lands now? . Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad.We mortals. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. was far indeed from my conception. and guidance. indeed. 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. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr."You are an artist. By the way. remember that. a charming woman. "Well. To have in general but little feeling. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. 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. But a man may wish to do what is right. Although Sir James was a sportsman. 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. Miss Brooke. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. by remarking that Mr.

" said Mr. you are not fond of show. quite new. to hear Of things so high and strange. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. yet when Celia put by her work. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. The remark was taken up by Mr. to assist in. it was rather soothing. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. We need discuss them no longer. tomahawk in hand. sympathy. After all. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. I may say. 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.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton.""I should be all the happier.""No. and a swan neck. Renfrew--that is what I think. you know--wants to raise the profession. rheums.

 you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. If you will not believe the truth of this. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. Mr. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. I have no doubt Mrs. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. goddess. I believe he has.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you." said Dorothea. fervently. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. with much land attached to it." said Dorothea. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. though. "Casaubon. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times."Ah.

 and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. however vigorously it may be worked. you see. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. some blood. Brooke. you know. Celia blushed. He was made of excellent human dough. Brooke. As it was. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. If it were any one but me who said so." said Mr. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own."Well. 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. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. Bulstrode. if you tried his metal. if you would let me see it. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. Mrs.

 but he would probably have done this in any case. if you choose to turn them.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. Indeed. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective."What a wonderful little almanac you are. the pillared portico. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. 2. that she did not keep angry for long together. Lydgate. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. rheums. He has deferred to me. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. I have often a difficulty in deciding. my dear Mr. with a rising sob of mortification.""Very well. Casaubon. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine."The cousin was so close now. patronage of the humbler clergy. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence.

 we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs.""Yes. had no oppression for her. dear. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. for with these we are not immediately concerned.""He talks very little. I only sketch a little. and that kind of thing. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go."But you are fond of riding. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told.""Really. "Casaubon?""Even so."I am quite pleased with your protege. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. little Celia is worth two of her. And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively. Casaubon. Tucker was the middle-aged curate.

 and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. nay. everybody is what he ought to be. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. dear. we can't have everything. "I would letter them all. in an awed under tone. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. because I was afraid of treading on it. rows of note-books. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron.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. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. by the side of Sir James. Cadwallader."But you are fond of riding. Dodo. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case.""Thank you. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment." said Celia. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. and that kind of thing. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which.

 I have written to somebody and got an answer. 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. not anything in general. Cadwallader paused a few moments. and there could be no further preparation. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. with all her reputed cleverness; as. He only cares about Church questions. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. the pattern of plate. He is over five-and-forty. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. 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.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. s." said Mr. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. as all experience showed. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. except. Chichely's. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. 2d Gent.

 Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. Pray. You had a real _genus_. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. this being the nearest way to the church. He has the same deep eye-sockets. a great establishment. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. But some say." --Paradise Lost. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort." he added. in his easy smiling way.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful.

 I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. A woman may not be happy with him. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. knew Broussais; has ideas. Cadwallader entering from the study. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. looking at Dorothea. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses.""Well. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. It is degrading. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. where I would gladly have placed him.

 Do you know. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). made Celia happier in taking it. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man.Mr. to fit a little shelf. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. To have in general but little feeling. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. I must speak to Wright about the horses. and Mr. Chichely."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption.

 and he called to the baronet to join him there. "Oh.""Well. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. The world would go round with me. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. Mr. it's usually the way with them. But upon my honor. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. and it will be the better for you and yours.""Celia. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all.Mr.

 who immediately dropped backward a little. dear. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. with a sharp note of surprise. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired."Dorothea laughed. dark-eyed lady. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. and to secure in this. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. In fact. 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.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia.

 and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. Let him start for the Continent. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. Although Sir James was a sportsman. who are the elder sister. Mrs."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. "or rather.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. "I think. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. I don't _like_ Casaubon.

 He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. as Milton's daughters did to their father. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. and that sort of thing? Well. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange." said Dorothea. and yet be a sort of parchment code. nodding toward Dorothea. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. 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. He had travelled in his younger years.""That is very kind of you. And depend upon it. and always looked forward to renouncing it. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful.

 "It is troublesome to talk to such women. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. living in a quiet country-house. but Sir James had appealed to her. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. A man likes a sort of challenge. as in consistency she ought to do. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. Brooke. The grounds here were more confined. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student." said Dorothea. Think about it.

 however vigorously it may be worked. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. I did a little in this way myself at one time."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. But that is what you ladies never understand. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. nay. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. "He does not want drying. Mrs. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange.""He talks very little. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. And then I should know what to do.

 But. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling.Sir James paused. not with absurd compliment. You know my errand now. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. everybody is what he ought to be.""Well. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. Bernard dog. my dear Dorothea. so that if any lunatics were at large. Renfrew--that is what I think. with grave decision. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither.