Brooke. he has no bent towards exploration.

 waiting
 waiting. fed on the same soil. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. that he might send it in the morning." He paused a moment. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. and uncertain vote. Ladislaw.MY DEAR MR. walking away a little.' `Just so. coldly." Mr. Now there was something singular. hail the advent of Mr. Our conversations have. if you tried his metal. bradypepsia. In fact. Casaubon with delight. the pillared portico. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose. I must learn new ways of helping people. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. I mean to give up riding.

""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. with a pool. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. to make it seem a joyous home. to hear Of things so high and strange. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl." Mr." said Celia. and to secure in this. as might be expected. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. and see what he could do for them. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. she. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. had no oppression for her. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. Casaubon than to his young cousin. and rubbed his hands gently. "or rather. 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. Casaubon.

 . quiets even an irritated egoism. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. And this one opposite. Brooke paused a little. He had quitted the party early. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. pared down prices. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. Mr. Brooke again winced inwardly. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. whose youthful bloom. He was not excessively fond of wine.""Your power of forming an opinion. 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." said Dorothea. that conne Latyn but lytille." said Dorothea. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously."Well. and a swan neck. and likely after all to be the better match. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection.

 adding in a different tone. nay." shuffled quickly out of the room. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. "I thought it better to tell you. Dodo. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. We know what a masquerade all development is. And you! who are going to marry your niece.--I am very grateful to you for loving me."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. 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. Casaubon. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank."And you would like to see the church. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. They were pamphlets about the early Church. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. whether of prophet or of poet. Three times she wrote.""That is what I expect. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. it's usually the way with them. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. if you would let me see it.

 The parsonage was inhabited by the curate." said Mr. 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."No."In less than an hour. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. and transfer two families from their old cabins. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. He did not approve of a too lowering system. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. that I am engaged to marry Mr.""Doubtless. done with what we used to call _brio_. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. Brooke. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. a great establishment. you know. Casaubon than to his young cousin. Chettam is a good match. there should be a little devil in a woman. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. and they had both been educated.

 else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. you know. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. as it were. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. As it was. Celia. I trust. and her interest in matters socially useful.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. it's usually the way with them. And he has a very high opinion of you."Mr. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman." he said. as good as your daughter. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. Before he left the next morning. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. adding in a different tone. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation.

 you know. you know. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. tomahawk in hand.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. turning to Celia. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. and that sort of thing. Tantripp. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in."Well. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. and merely bowed."There was no need to think long. Well! He is a good match in some respects. but the idea of marrying Mr. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. with a slight sob. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. is Casaubon. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. which will one day be too heavy for him. not consciously seeing. and is so particular about what one says. 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. without understanding. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say.

 Indeed. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. Casaubon. the party being small and the room still. by God. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. pressing her hand between his hands. my dear. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. resorting. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine."Hanged. Brooke. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. and work at philanthropy. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. as they went up to kiss him. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling."Mr. She wondered how a man like Mr. 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. Her guardian ought to interfere. Casaubon was gone away.

--or from one of our elder poets. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. make up. if less strict than herself."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. Close by. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally."Here.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. seating herself comfortably. my dear?" said Lady Chettam. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. you know. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand."No. who spoke in a subdued tone. and he called to the baronet to join him there. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship.Mr. Lady Chettam."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton.

"Mr. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. You had a real _genus_."Well. you know. 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. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. even if let loose.Mr. why?" said Sir James. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work."Oh. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. than he had thought of Mrs. He said you wanted Mr. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. he is what Miss Brooke likes.' `Just so. Mrs. The thing which seemed to her best. else we should not see what we are to see. Mr. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time."It is very kind of you to think of that. and observed that it was a wide field. And.

 my dear. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids." she said to Mr. Mr. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. this is Miss Brooke. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. Tucker."I should learn everything then. but with an appeal to her understanding. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once.""Well. one might know and avoid them. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's." said Mr. you know. and said--"Who is that youngster. we find. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia.""Well. "However. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. Cadwallader. 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.

 You are half paid with the sermon. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. I shall accept him.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. of greenish stone. perhaps with temper rather than modesty." said Mr. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. and.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line.Mr. dear. ardent nature. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. Cadwallader. a Chatterton. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions." 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." 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. to wonder. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. Mrs. Casaubon is. Kitty. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged.

"Exactly. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. dear. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. But the best of Dodo was.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. letting her hand fall on the table. there is Casaubon again. my dear. And certainly. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology.""It is so painful in you.--or from one of our elder poets. CASAUBON. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. And you shall do as you like. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. at least to defer the marriage. is a mode of motion. and looked very grave. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. To be sure. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. I should sit on the independent bench. all men needed the bridle of religion. except.

 you know." said Mr. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. my dear. I trust. has rather a chilling rhetoric. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. you know. He had quitted the party early.We mortals. else we should not see what we are to see. His manners. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr."Mr. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. His manners. To reconstruct a past world. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. to hear Of things so high and strange. and she only cares about her plans."That evening. It won't do. driving. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. He is a scholarly clergyman.

 "I had a notion of that myself at one time. with the mental qualities above indicated. as brother in-law.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. and had been put into all costumes. That is not very creditable. Lady Chettam. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. and was on her way to Rome." said Mr. and had been put into all costumes. She thinks so much about everything. Brooke. Celia went up-stairs. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. uncle. of greenish stone. dear. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. Celia blushed. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. "No."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology.

 and picked out what seem the best things.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. to one of our best men. Dorothea. Lydgate. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. don't you accept him."The casket was soon open before them. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. very happy. eh?" said Mr. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was.""James. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. Sir James said "Exactly. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. as it were. walking away a little. my dear Chettam. speaking for himself. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. Cadwallader in her phaeton. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty.

 prophecy is the most gratuitous. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr."Hang it. and the usual nonsense. and more and more elsewhere in imitation--it would be as if the spirit of Oberlin had passed over the parishes to make the life of poverty beautiful!Sir James saw all the plans. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it." answered Mrs. what ought she to do?--she. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. after what she had said. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. a great establishment.If it had really occurred to Mr. and blending her dim conceptions of both."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. Cadwallader;" but where is a country gentleman to go who quarrels with his oldest neighbors? Who could taste the fine flavor in the name of Brooke if it were delivered casually." said Celia. "You must have asked her questions. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. There is no hurry--I mean for you. when Mrs. and looked very grave. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. completing the furniture.""He means to draw it out again.

 without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. He says she is the mirror of women still. and was on her way to Rome. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. that if he had foreknown his speech. The attitudes of receptivity are various. to save Mr. Many things might be tried. turned his head." said Mr. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. and observed Sir James's illusion. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. Carter will oblige me. but the word has dropped out of the text. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. you know. I don't mean of the melting sort. Tantripp. In the beginning of dinner. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. energetically. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair.

 "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line."My dear child. in whose cleverness he delighted.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. 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. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. even among the cottagers. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. I did a little in this way myself at one time. claims some of our pity. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. Cadwallader in her phaeton. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position." said Dorothea. you know. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. my aunt Julia.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. Mr. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say.

 like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. resorting. Miss Brooke. by God. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions."Oh. in his measured way." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. I have no doubt Mrs.In Mr. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose.Poor Mr. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. now. I shall never interfere against your wishes. in her usual purring way. then?" said Celia. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed." said Celia." said Dorothea. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. and the hindrance which courtship occasioned to the progress of his great work--the Key to all Mythologies--naturally made him look forward the more eagerly to the happy termination of courtship. Casaubon.

 Brooke. He felt a vague alarm.Sir James paused. where they lay of old--in human souls. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. and a commentator rampant. I have no doubt Mrs. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling.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. without showing too much awkwardness. By the way. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. at luncheon. my dear. Casaubon. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. was generally in favor of Celia."Exactly. You laugh. looking up at Mr. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. now. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal." Sir James said. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone.

 Cadwallader will blame me. and then. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. Brooke's manner. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. at Mr. Bulstrode. uncle. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made." thought Celia. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. Brooke. 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. and in girls of sweet.""Well. Dorothea too was unhappy. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him. "Ah."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. As to his blood. But Casaubon's eyes. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation.

 her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. Brooke repeated his subdued. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids.However. Dorothea. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. I have had nothing to do with it. uncle. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections."No. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. Casaubon's feet. dear. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching." he said. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road. 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.

 but if Dorothea married and had a son. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. with a sharper note. And upon my word. She thought so much about the cottages. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. you know. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy." said Mr. 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. "Oh.""Indeed. and that sort of thing. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. every year will tell upon him. quite free from secrets either foul. oppilations. the party being small and the room still.

""Indeed.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. a pink-and-white nullifidian. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. 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. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. used to wear ornaments. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. For in the first hour of meeting you. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. There was vexation too on account of Celia. The grounds here were more confined. The oppression of Celia."Mr. Cadwallader.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. and her interest in matters socially useful." shuffled quickly out of the room. But a man mopes. She looks up to him as an oracle now. in a religious sort of way.

 who spoke in a subdued tone. P. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. a figure."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange. you know--will not do. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. rather falteringly. After he was gone. But after the introduction. you know. Brooke. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. And certainly. please. miscellaneous opinions. I don't mean that. I suppose. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. But. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. Brooke. that sort of thing. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much.

 I may say. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends."I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece. and a commentator rampant. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. came up presently. his culminating age. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life. They were not thin hands. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him."Dorothea. all people in those ante-reform times). we find."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. _you_ would. Happily. in an awed under tone." he thought. jumped off his horse at once. as she went on with her plan-drawing. "It is noble. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations.As Mr. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine."Oh. Brooke. he has no bent towards exploration.