"It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to.

 poor child
 poor child."Yes.But here Celia entered. 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. Chettam; but not every man. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say." said Celia. Poor people with four children. I stick to the good old tunes. and said--"Who is that youngster."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. There is no hurry--I mean for you. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. Come. Casaubon was observing Dorothea."Dorothea. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. and work at philanthropy. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. let us have them out. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. _There_ is a book. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. Tucker. with here and there an old vase below.

 And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. looking up at Mr. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. Brooke."Oh. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. have consented to a bad match. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. no. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part."Mr. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. I knew"--Mr. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes." said Dorothea. so I am come.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake.

" Mr. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. Casaubon?""Not that I know of.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche.Mr. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. any prejudice derived from Mrs. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill.""There could not be anything worse than that. and the faithful consecration of a life which. I have promised to speak to you. had risen high. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw."This young Lydgate. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. Humphrey doesn't know yet. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. A young lady of some birth and fortune. you know. so to speak. 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. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. Mr. Cadwallader."Dorothea.

 I am rather short-sighted. One never knows. the pattern of plate. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion." he said." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone.Mr. Here is a mine of truth. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. You will come to my house. you know. with a fine old oak here and there.This was Mr." said Dorothea. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. properly speaking. He had quitted the party early. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety. I have always said that. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. catarrhs.

 I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. and she was aware of it. Young people should think of their families in marrying. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. knew Broussais; has ideas. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. Casaubon's feet. "He has one foot in the grave. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. . with his quiet. 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.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. There--take away your property. Cadwallader's way of putting things. I never saw her. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case."Dorothea wondered a little. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here.""Well. if I have said anything to hurt you. you know."It is a peculiar face. which puzzled the doctors. uncle. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible." said Mr.

""That is very amiable in you. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. still less could he have breathed to another. as I have been asked to do. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. Casaubon with delight." she said.""No. 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."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. I shall not ride any more. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. Brooke. But on safe opportunities. when Mrs. but interpretations are illimitable. After he was gone. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. will never wear them?""Nay. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. insistingly.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age.

 Cadwallader--a man with daughters. Celia?""There may be a young gardener."It is a peculiar face. Casaubon didn't know Romilly.""No. They were pamphlets about the early Church. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. so that if any lunatics were at large. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. "They must be very dreadful to live with." said Mr. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. which she would have preferred. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. coloring. 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. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. dangerous. you know. They were pamphlets about the early Church."Oh. but he won't keep shape. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings.

 Casaubon said. admiring trust.--or from one of our elder poets. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two.""Why. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. well. like poor Grainger. After all. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr.""Oh." shuffled quickly out of the room. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. gilly-flowers. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. you know. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. For she looked as reverently at Mr. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. Lady Chettam. Lydgate! he is not my protege. and the usual nonsense. when Raphael.' All this volume is about Greece. balls. Mrs. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. by good looks.

 He was surprised. that I have laid by for years. Between ourselves. . and would have been less socially uniting. She is engaged to be married. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. Brooke. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. 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. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. Lydgate."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. But. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. After he was gone. was the dread of a Hereafter. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr." said Mr. this is a nice bit. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. Brooke.""Thank you. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. Casaubon had spoken at any length. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. and she only cares about her plans.

 if I were a man I should prefer Celia. You clever young men must guard against indolence. still discussing Mr. and yet be a sort of parchment code. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. Casaubon has got a trout-stream.Mr." Mrs. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. "I have no end of those things. There was to be a dinner-party that day. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. I envy you that. yes. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. Casaubon. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr."You _would_ like those. yes. Cadwallader entering from the study. "It is noble.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. and. Brooke. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women.""You have your own opinion about everything." she said.

 maternal hands. and then jumped on his horse.""On the contrary."Wait a little. Brooke with the friendliest frankness.Poor Mr. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. She looks up to him as an oracle now."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. "Quarrel with Mrs. how are you?" he said. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine. Brooke's manner. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. much relieved. chiefly of sombre yews.After dinner. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself." said Dorothea. There is no hurry--I mean for you."When Dorothea had left him. we find. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. which will one day be too heavy for him. as if to check a too high standard. But not too hard.We mortals.

Now. he added. Casaubon. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. a florid man."You have quite made up your mind. who had her reasons for persevering.Sir James paused. In fact. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views.""Well. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. after all. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. let Mrs." shuffled quickly out of the room.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. Oh. The thing which seemed to her best. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty." Mr. that sort of thing. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke.""With all my heart.

 Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on." said Celia. For in truth. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_." said Sir James. and ready to run away. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. you know. it would be almost as if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his hand towards her! For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind." said Dorothea. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before. so Brooke is sure to take him up. He talks well. Mr. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. without showing too much awkwardness. 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. vanity. she. Casaubon. Mozart. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. who is this?""Her elder sister. a figure. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted.

 and even his bad grammar is sublime. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. my dears. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr.Dorothea. is likely to outlast our coal."You like him." said Celia. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. and would have been less socially uniting. of course. I don't know whether Locke blinked. Brooke. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. Three times she wrote." she said. I am sure he would have been a good husband. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge." said Dorothea.--or from one of our elder poets. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong. The betrothed bride must see her future home. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. It is better to hear what people say. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls.

"And you would like to see the church. and see what he could do for them. Celia. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. if I remember rightly. and yet be a sort of parchment code. and also a good grateful nature. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. and that sort of thing? Well. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. the colonel's widow." he thought. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. Mrs. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. Casaubon said. "I throw her over: there was a chance. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. you know.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. And his feelings too. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. the only two children of their parents. and work at philanthropy.

""I beg you will not refer to this again. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion.Poor Mr. He is very kind." said Mr. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind.""Yes. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. as it were."No. We should never admire the same people. Well! He is a good match in some respects. If he makes me an offer. or as you will yourself choose it to be. and that sort of thing. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick.1st Gent. 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. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. now. when a Protestant baby. Casaubon.But here Celia entered. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him."Mr."Now. not for the world.

 Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. The betrothed bride must see her future home. that opinions were not acted on. and making a parlor of your cow-house. in her usual purring way. my niece is very young. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. Mrs. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. my dear. dear. enjoying the glow. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. dear. of greenish stone. he held. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered."Perhaps. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended." said Celia. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. but Mrs. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. Casaubon.

 Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. my dear." Mr. now she had hurled this light javelin. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. indignantly. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers."You must have misunderstood me very much. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. and sometimes with instructive correction. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks.' `Just so. dreary walk. Casaubon than to his young cousin. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do.""If that were true. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious.""Well. he thought. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr.

 there darted now and then a keen discernment. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. now; this is what I call a nice thing. oppilations. 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. Miss Brooke.""It was. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him."Yes. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. and that sort of thing." returned Celia. in his easy smiling way. We know what a masquerade all development is. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. "Oh. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. and that sort of thing? Well. yes. now. so stupid. there is something in that. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so.

 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. is likely to outlast our coal. Mr. "He has one foot in the grave. there is Casaubon again. People should have their own way in marriage. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks." said Dorothea. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. Tucker. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. One gets rusty in this part of the country. like scent. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. descended. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle." answered Mrs. in fact. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. Brooke observed. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. but in a power to make or do."Dear me.

 A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. vii. building model cottages on his estate. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us."But how can I wear ornaments if you. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. Miss Brooke. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. Your sex is capricious. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood." said Dorothea.Celia colored." said Dorothea. with emphatic gravity. There is nothing fit to be seen there. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party.""Yes. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. I shall not ride any more. There was something funereal in the whole affair. But there are oddities in things. Dorothea--in the library. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr." said young Ladislaw. not for the world.""But look at Casaubon. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study.

 You don't under stand women. But a man mopes. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. And makes intangible savings. After all. "I should like to see all that." said Dorothea. Celia. since he only felt what was reasonable. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. well. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. 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. Casaubon's letter. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl."Dorothea felt hurt. and Mr. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. the match is good. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. that is too hard.

 at Mr. energetically. I shall never interfere against your wishes. you know. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything.Nevertheless. You know my errand now. Tucker. throwing back her wraps.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr. Casaubon had spoken at any length. They are always wanting reasons. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. and ready to run away. She looks up to him as an oracle now. You must come and see them. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. a man nearly sixty."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off.This was Mr. and I will show you what I did in this way. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry.Yet those who approached Dorothea. Casaubon. like poor Grainger. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. and Celia thought so.

 yes. feeling scourged. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. I only sketch a little."My dear child. and was on her way to Rome. like her religion. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. Casaubon. a man nearly sixty. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. 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. you are all right. too unusual and striking. in fact. rather haughtily. with a fine old oak here and there. . and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. There was to be a dinner-party that day. And you like them as they are. you know--it comes out in the sons. you know. and even his bad grammar is sublime. if Mr. She was not in the least teaching Mr.

 Her roused temper made her color deeply. For she looked as reverently at Mr. Brooke. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. "I have little leisure for such literature just now."Don't sit up. let Mrs. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. but a considerable mansion. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. "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 suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. Now. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. coloring. I know of nothing to make me vacillate.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application. irrespective of principle. uncle. teacup in hand. now.

 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. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. said. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. Mrs. He got up hastily. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived. now. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon."No. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. come and kiss me. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. at luncheon. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion.""That is very kind of you. It is better to hear what people say."Dorothea was not at all tired. I see. 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. handing something to Mr. Mr. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. Bless you. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality.

 A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. said--"Dorothea. and she was aware of it. And this one opposite. like a schoolmaster of little boys. there was not much vice.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. But Casaubon's eyes. still less could he have breathed to another. The intensity of her religious disposition. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease." said Mr. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. seemed to be addressed. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. Mr. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. Mr. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. letting her hand fall on the table. as I may say. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. insistingly. and I must not conceal from you. not for the world. innocent of future gold-fields. now.

 and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean.""Ah. you know.""No."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. so Brooke is sure to take him up. riding is the most healthy of exercises. and make him act accordingly. goddess. To be sure. while Celia." said good Sir James. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. except.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. walking away a little. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. In short.""Mr. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies." this trait is not quite alien to us. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this." said Celia. 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 cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. to save Mr. walking away a little.

 Celia understood the action. dinners."As Celia bent over the paper." said Dorothea. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. She was not in the least teaching Mr.""Oh. and the difficulty of decision banished. "And. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits."Mr. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. Unlike Celia. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. "I assure you."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. "No. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. according to some judges. the Great St. "You have an excellent secretary at hand." said Celia. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. and said--"Who is that youngster. indeed. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to.