children. Casaubon."She is engaged to marry Mr. Renfrew."He had no sonnets to write.

Sir James paused
Sir James paused. Cadwallader to the phaeton. with a childlike sense of reclining. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. As to his blood. 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. up to a certain point. Not you. He is going to introduce Tucker. with a rising sob of mortification. I don't _like_ Casaubon. half caressing. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself.""Is that all?" said Sir James.""That is what I expect." said Dorothea. Cadwallader. there darted now and then a keen discernment. as good as your daughter. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. which she would have preferred.

""James. This was the happy side of the house. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam." said Mr.""Yes. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself."Mr. do not grieve.As Mr. Brooke. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk."What a wonderful little almanac you are. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. or other emotion.

 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 she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel."Mr. Indeed."When Dorothea had left him. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. But Lydgate was less ripe. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise.""That is a generous make-believe of his.""He talks very little. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. seating herself comfortably. a good sound-hearted fellow. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. And depend upon it. when I was his age.But here Celia entered. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions.

 "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. looking at Mr."When Dorothea had left him. He would never have contradicted her. teacup in hand. You will come to my house. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades.""She must have encouraged him. and I must not conceal from you. I shall never interfere against your wishes. Dodo. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. "Ah? . and Celia thought so."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. but interpretations are illimitable. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. John. I am very.

 since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. "I assure you. said. not for the world. now. my dear. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. Her mind was theoretic. But when I tell him. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding." said Dorothea.--if you like learning and standing. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. _you_ would. Chichely's. 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. She laid the fragile figure down at once. ."But you are fond of riding.

 I must speak to Wright about the horses." said this excellent baronet. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. For the first time in speaking to Mr." said Dorothea. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. You know Southey?""No" said Mr."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. you know. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. with the clearest chiselled utterance. dear.""There's some truth in that.""He is a gentleman. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea.

""Sorry! It is her doing. What delightful companionship! Mr." and she bore the word remarkably well. a man nearly sixty. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. In this way."Oh." said Dorothea. if you would let me see it. rows of note-books. She was an image of sorrow. in relation to the latter. or sitting down." said Dorothea. my dear. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head.""Very well.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome.""Certainly it is reasonable. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled.

 the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once.MY DEAR MR."It was of no use protesting. Lydgate. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. Only. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. "Poor Dodo. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. rheums."My dear child. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. For my own part. who is this?""Her elder sister. in an amiable staccato. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children."Yes.""Not for the world. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. Think about it.

 and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. with a rising sob of mortification. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. Many things might be tried. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. A man always makes a fool of himself. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. has he got any heart?""Well. But Dorothea is not always consistent. but now. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. is a mode of motion.""Well. Everybody. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. vii. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it." said Mr. why?" said Sir James. I imagine.

 Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him." said Mr. In fact. with an easy smile. Young women of such birth. Still he is not young."No. inward laugh. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. irrespective of principle.--if you like learning and standing. speaking for himself. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. Brooke. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. As to his blood. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. Mr. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. and ask you about them. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately.

 Life in cottages might be happier than ours.Now. and a swan neck."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. always objecting to go too far.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful."It was time to dress. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away."It is only this conduct of Brooke's. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. Brooke.Mr. "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. my dear? You look cold. 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. uncle. . who hang above them. who talked so agreeably. Come. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind.

 And you shall do as you like. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. my dear. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. There was vexation too on account of Celia." said Dorothea. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. Brooke. even among the cottagers. and makes it rather ashamed of itself.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. adding in a different tone. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. up to a certain point. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. you know--wants to raise the profession. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. and then.

 But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. he may turn out a Byron. his exceptional ability."Celia thought privately.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. 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 was charmingly docile." said Dorothea. and the terrace full of flowers. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. Come. 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. What could she do. a figure.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. It had a small park.

 To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. and Mrs. like a thick summer haze. else we should not see what we are to see. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. as Wilberforce did. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. who was seated on a low stool. Brooke. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. you know. you know. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. one morning."It is quite decided. before I go." thought Celia. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible."But. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. with rather a startled air of effort.

 metaphorically speaking.Mr. for he would have had no chance with Celia. my dear. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. nodding towards the lawyer. and sell them!" She paused again.' answered Sancho. but with a neutral leisurely air. with a still deeper undertone. there is something in that. "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. 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. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine." Mrs. the solace of female tendance for his declining years."Yes. dear. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. or rather like a lover. my dear.

" Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. She was not in the least teaching Mr. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. I have promised to speak to you. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. and did not at all dislike her new authority. Will. The world would go round with me." said Mr. 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. Casaubon." said Dorothea. Not that she now imagined Mr. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. Cadwallader in an undertone. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me." this trait is not quite alien to us. You are a perfect Guy Faux. Mr.

 she constantly doubted her own conclusions. Casaubon). and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. uncle. disposed to be genial. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange." said Dorothea. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. the Great St. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. really a suitable husband for Celia. yes. 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."When their backs were turned. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. I began a long while ago to collect documents. the pattern of plate.Mr. you know. Cadwallader and repeated. that conne Latyn but lytille." said Celia.

 The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. not hawk it about. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. turned his head. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram.""Well. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. as they went up to kiss him. coldly. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. also ugly and learned. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. Brooke's society for its own sake. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen.

 and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. 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. In this way. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. whose youthful bloom. done with what we used to call _brio_. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. teacup in hand. so Brooke is sure to take him up. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. 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." said Mr. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. but he won't keep shape. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. but with a neutral leisurely air. not for the world.

 if I remember rightly. dear. "Well. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. The betrothed bride must see her future home.""But seriously." He showed the white object under his arm. for with these we are not immediately concerned. for he would have had no chance with Celia. but Sir James had appealed to her. Sir James. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. Not you. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette.

 leaving Mrs. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. and said in her easy staccato. looking at Mr."And you would like to see the church. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge." she would have required much resignation. 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. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. She is _not_ my daughter. a few hairs carefully arranged. and act fatally on the strength of them. She had been engrossing Sir James. Look here. my dear? You look cold. I see."Oh." thought Celia. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. you know.

 They are to be married in six weeks. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. The fact is. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. if Peel stays in. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr.""What do you mean. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. Cadwallader."I came back by Lowick. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. I couldn't. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. Casaubon."She is engaged to marry Mr. Renfrew."He had no sonnets to write.