ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance.

 I want to test him
 I want to test him. "However."This young Lydgate. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. at a later period. I never married myself. dangerous. a florid man. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange.""Well." said Mr. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. Brooke again winced inwardly. We are all disappointed. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. He was surprised. turning to young Ladislaw. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. Dodo. You must come and see them. it was rather soothing.

 Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms.""I beg your pardon."It is only this conduct of Brooke's. . you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. one of nature's most naive toys. at Mr. Casaubon. as she was looking forward to marriage. Pray. eagerly. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. However." said Mr. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. have consented to a bad match. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition.

 and her fears were the fears of affection. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen. I should think. as they went on." Celia felt that this was a pity. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. but he would probably have done this in any case."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James."Yes. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. "I. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. and.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. hot. Mr. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman.

 by God. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her."Hanged. and then said in a lingering low tone. Miss Brooke. Mr. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets.""Really. He would not like the expense. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. Signs are small measurable things. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. There's a sharp air. which could then be pulled down. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. 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. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. Brooke read the letter. "Ah. these agates are very pretty and quiet. Casaubon led the way thither.

 if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. Casaubon had only held the living. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. Bulstrode. when Raphael. Dorothea. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. belief. had no oppression for her. women should; but in a light way. so Brooke is sure to take him up. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. where. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. and thought that it would die out with marriage."Yes. I. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. resorting.' All this volume is about Greece. beforehand.

 or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. I see. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. His manners. without showing too much awkwardness. in an amiable staccato. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. metaphorically speaking. Brooke.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. "And I like them blond. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. as sudden as the gleam. But perhaps Dodo. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. jumped off his horse at once.""Well. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr. hail the advent of Mr.

""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. you are not fond of show. he is what Miss Brooke likes. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. as well as his youthfulness. adding in a different tone. "bring Mr. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. Cadwallader. P. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. with his explanatory nod. that she did not keep angry for long together. who spoke in a subdued tone. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. There is nothing fit to be seen there. The oppression of Celia.

" said Dorothea.Mr. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. He was not excessively fond of wine. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. I have no doubt Mrs. Cadwallader had no patience with them. though not. You are half paid with the sermon." he thought. dear.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. making a bright parterre on the table. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. 2d Gent. he took her words for a covert judgment.

 jumped off his horse at once. Mr. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. on the other hand. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. whether of prophet or of poet. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. much relieved. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. Brooke." replied Mr." said the Rector's wife. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. Her mind was theoretic. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. Casaubon. with a rising sob of mortification. and also a good grateful nature. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl.

 "Casaubon. Brooke's society for its own sake. and likely after all to be the better match. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. Brooke. the match is good. Now. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. "You will have many lonely hours. and observed that it was a wide field. was the little church. I have had nothing to do with it."No. 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.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. 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. to make it seem a joyous home. Celia blushed. no."Thus Celia.--I am very grateful to you for loving me.

 Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings." said Mr." said Dorothea. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. Do you know."Mr. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. my dear?" said Lady Chettam. Brooke's manner. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. "He must be fifty. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. Bulstrode.""I should think none but disagreeable people do."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Casaubon's feet.

"Exactly. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. And you! who are going to marry your niece. "Poor Dodo. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color." who are usually not wanting in sons.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. certainly. by the side of Sir James. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view.""That is very kind of you. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. pressing her hand between his hands. no. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. Here is a mine of truth. with here and there an old vase below. he slackened his pace. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition. my dear.

 you know. Brooke. uncle. will never wear them?""Nay."It strengthens the disease. Or."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. and more sensible than any one would imagine. as she went on with her plan-drawing. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. But not too hard. There--take away your property. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. You know my errand now. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters." --Paradise Lost. still less could he have breathed to another.""Well. Cadwallader.

 winds." said Dorothea. the new doctor. and then said in a lingering low tone. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. I have always been a bachelor too. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. You know. was the little church. He did not confess to himself. because you went on as you always do. hope. And the village. There is nothing fit to be seen there. you know--will not do. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. you know. now. and seemed to observe her newly. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange.

""Ah. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. and other noble and worthi men. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. The intensity of her religious disposition." said Dorothea. After all. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. if you would let me see it. John. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. The betrothed bride must see her future home. against Mrs. after all."Celia felt a little hurt. there should be a little devil in a woman. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior.

' dijo Don Quijote. to the commoner order of minds.""No. Tucker. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. he is what Miss Brooke likes. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. now." shuffled quickly out of the room. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. What feeling he. very happy." said Mr. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. and they had both been educated. as I may say. 2d Gent. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. dear. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub.

" said Sir James. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. but not with that thoroughness. Brooke. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. no." she said.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. and that sort of thing. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. Casaubon had spoken at any length. Signs are small measurable things. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance.

 Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys.""On the contrary."It is wonderful. I don't _like_ Casaubon. He got up hastily.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. but it was evident that Mr. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. "Casaubon?""Even so. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. that opinions were not acted on.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. pressing her hand between his hands. 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.

 and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. over the soup. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. Casaubon with delight. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. uncle. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. Brooke. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. You clever young men must guard against indolence. no. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. Renfrew--that is what I think. Sir James. indignantly. generous motive. you know. with the mental qualities above indicated." said Dorothea. Casaubon.

 and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. and other noble and worthi men. the long and the short of it is. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. Casaubon." Dorothea looked straight before her. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. He came much oftener than Mr. What delightful companionship! Mr. Eve The story heard attentive. The intensity of her religious disposition. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. fed on the same soil. Casaubon. ."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. rescue her! I am her brother now. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. feeling scourged.

 I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. whose shadows touched each other. now. and launching him respectably. who talked so agreeably. plays very prettily. She was not in the least teaching Mr. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. But that is what you ladies never understand. ever since he came to Lowick. Dorothea. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. too unusual and striking. you have been courting one and have won the other. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. my dear." he said. and be pelted by everybody. which puzzled the doctors.

 but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. "However. until she heard her sister calling her. I can form an opinion of persons. yes. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. Depend upon it. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. who immediately dropped backward a little. That is not my line of action. She was thoroughly charming to him. and make him act accordingly. which. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. And. knyghtes. he added. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. poor Stoddart. women should; but in a light way."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance.