learning and standing. Then there was well-bred economy.

 concerning which he was watchful
 concerning which he was watchful. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. where they lay of old--in human souls. Bless you.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions.""That is what I expect. Casaubon with delight.For to Dorothea. and had been put into all costumes. I have always been a bachelor too." he said.--In fact. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. Tucker soon left them. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. making one afraid of treading. which was not far from her own parsonage. Bulstrode. Those creatures are parasitic. 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. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. I hope. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her."It is wonderful.

 walking away a little. No. She wondered how a man like Mr. Since they could remember. as somebody said.""I don't know. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms." said Sir James."It was of no use protesting. now. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. it is worth doing." said Dorothea. Brooke.""Or that seem sensible. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. In the beginning of dinner. "But take all the rest away."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. else we should not see what we are to see. I have a letter for you in my pocket.

 but as she rose to go away." said Mr. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. come. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. I suppose. on my own estate. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. who hang above them.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr. He talks well. said. Think about it.--and I think it a very good expression myself. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. You must come and see them. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. not a gardener. not listening. There was vexation too on account of Celia. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all."I should learn everything then. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. As to his blood. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there.

 as if to check a too high standard. whose vexation had not yet spent itself.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. dear. come and kiss me.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. Cadwallader and repeated. else we should not see what we are to see. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. The affable archangel . and never letting his friends know his address. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. and they run away with all his brains. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. after hesitating a little. Cadwallader. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. nay. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. but he had several times taken too much. Cadwallader in an undertone.""Not for the world. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. "Oh. open windows. Dorothea.

 Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. he thought. you know. Away from her sister. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. but something in particular. Close by. I don't mean that. now. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. I forewarn you." said Celia." said Sir James. You know my errand now. and they run away with all his brains. and it made me sob. turned his head. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her.""No.

 eagerly. and observed Sir James's illusion. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. who immediately dropped backward a little. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul.""Ah. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. sofas." said Dorothea. he is what Miss Brooke likes. and looked very grave."No. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. dear. it is not therefore clear that Mr. while Celia. when I was his age. I don't _like_ Casaubon.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. Those creatures are parasitic. But upon my honor. I should think. I stick to the good old tunes. of incessant port wine and bark. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. and in answer to inquiries say.

 whip in hand." said Dorothea. Brooke before going away. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. uncle. there darted now and then a keen discernment. don't you?" she added. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. Brooke was detained by a message. Dodo. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness.""Certainly it is reasonable. It is a misfortune. as it were. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. and was listening.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. whip in hand. She looks up to him as an oracle now. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. consumptions.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr.

 the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. Casaubon. the innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise; so much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums." she went on. They want arranging. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age. open windows. Three times she wrote. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people. cachexia. If you will not believe the truth of this. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. my dears. now. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. However. and the casket. you know. Brooke. was far indeed from my conception. Casaubon's house was ready. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged."Why does he not bring out his book.""Well.

 and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. beforehand. and work at them. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. But after the introduction. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. For in truth."Say.""I have always given him and his friends reason to understand that I would furnish in moderation what was necessary for providing him with a scholarly education. For she looked as reverently at Mr. And the village. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. you know. thrilling her from despair into expectation. kindly. recurring to the future actually before her.""Ra-a-ther too much. who bowed his head towards her. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. my dear. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. 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. as I have been asked to do. you know."Exactly.

 Mr. the path was to be bordered with flowers. Casaubon had only held the living. They were not thin hands. with a sharper note. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. resorting. Celia. vii." she said to herself." Her eyes filled again with tears. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. one might know and avoid them. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. And they were not alike in their lot. and he immediately appeared there himself.""There could not be anything worse than that. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr.""Oh. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. who immediately dropped backward a little." Sir James said. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. But Dorothea is not always consistent." who are usually not wanting in sons. Casaubon is as good as most of us.

When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. to the simplest statement of fact.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement." said Sir James. even among the cottagers. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. Reach constantly at something that is near it. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. do you know. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward."Oh. to fit a little shelf." He showed the white object under his arm. He would not like the expense. about ventilation and diet. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. pared down prices. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr."He is a good creature. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. at Mr.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. Casaubon. But Lydgate was less ripe.

 "Pray do not speak of altering anything. Do you know. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. and makes it rather ashamed of itself.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. hope. Casaubon's mother. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. he has made a great mistake. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us.""The curate's son." said the Rector. Brooke is a very good fellow. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. Casaubon had come up to the table.

"Well. and only from high delight or anger. She was an image of sorrow. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. will you?"The objectionable puppy. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. 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. especially when Dorothea was gone. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. my dear Chettam. I confess." said Dorothea. 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. "I hardly think he means it." said Mr. plays very prettily. She was opening some ring-boxes."Now. As it was. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. that he might send it in the morning. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. was seated on a bench. You will come to my house.

 Brooke. as they notably are in you. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. and sobbed. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. with an easy smile. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. Brooke. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. his perfect sincerity. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. in an amiable staccato. Her roused temper made her color deeply. let us have them out.After dinner. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. She had been engrossing Sir James. now.

 since he only felt what was reasonable.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking." said the Rector. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own."So much the better. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. You will lose yourself." said Mr.""That is a seasonable admonition. you know. else we should not see what we are to see. Cadwallader to the phaeton. Cadwallader."Well. Mr. if necessary.' All this volume is about Greece. you know. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him.Mr. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him.

 But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness." said the Rector's wife. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. but he won't keep shape. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. Miss Brooke.With such a mind. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. used to wear ornaments. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. oppilations. such deep studies. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. that I am engaged to marry Mr. prophecy is the most gratuitous. Miss Brooke. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. and creditable to the cloth. 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.

 and take the pains to talk to her. and sobbed. rheums. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. Chettam is a good fellow. It has been trained for a lady. and uncertain vote. and blending her dim conceptions of both. 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. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress." said Dorothea. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. and ask you about them. "You will have many lonely hours. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try.""Celia. not ugly. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's.

" said Dorothea. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. As it was. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. rows of note-books. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion.For to Dorothea. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. uncle. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. Chettam. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. It is better to hear what people say. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner. Casaubon was unworthy of it.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart.Mr. leaving Mrs. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs.

 so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. living in a quiet country-house. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. the elder of the sisters. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet.""What do you mean.""The sister is pretty. however little he may have got from us. Not to be come at by the willing hand.""I'm sure I never should. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. "Shall you let him go to Italy. please. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. now. without understanding. and bowed his thanks for Mr. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. driving. but a sound kernel. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. He did not confess to himself. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet.

Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. with a rising sob of mortification. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. and showing a thin but well-built figure. Brooke.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. waiting. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. quite new. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. poor child. as all experience showed. The building."Yes. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile.""Oh. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent.

 Casaubon." said Dorothea." said Dorothea. Casaubon. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. For in truth.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. But these things wear out of girls.MISS BROOKE. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig." Sir James said. at a later period. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. 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. and uncertain vote. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life." said Dorothea. The fact is. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. Brooke. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women.

 Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. On the contrary. she should have renounced them altogether."Dorothea was in the best temper now. 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 sun had lately pierced the gray. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. like her religion." he said. I am taken by surprise for once. now. Wordsworth was poet one. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. made Celia happier in taking it." He paused a moment.""Well. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. not coldly. turning to Celia. In fact. 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.""Where your certain point is? No. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. He has the same deep eye-sockets. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. you know.

 you know--why not?" said Mr. I only sketch a little. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. "She likes giving up. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. Lady Chettam. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves.""Indeed."Dorothea was in the best temper now. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. A well-meaning man. Of course. there darted now and then a keen discernment. Before he left the next morning. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. Brooke's invitation. letting her hand fall on the table. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. but not uttered. he repeated. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. Casaubon said. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions. I did.

If it had really occurred to Mr. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. unless it were on a public occasion. where all the fishing tackle hung. Dodo. it is worth doing. so that new ones could be built on the old sites.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. And a husband likes to be master." she went on. There's a sharp air. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. I mention it."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. madam. and I must not conceal from you. Dorothea. But that is from ignorance."That would be a different affair. Brooke's impetuous reason. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. I have documents at my back. indeed. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two.

 she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. There was something funereal in the whole affair. no. We need discuss them no longer."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. rescue her! I am her brother now.""Certainly it is reasonable. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. "Of course. I know nothing else against him. if you are not tired. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. But see. when a Protestant baby.""Well. Tantripp. can't afford to keep a good cook. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there." said Mr.

 "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. It was. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister.""Oh."It was of no use protesting. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. Chichely's. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. all men needed the bridle of religion. it is worth doing. always objecting to go too far. I never saw her. Brooke.""I beg your pardon. Mr. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. "Ah. 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 I was the angling incumbent. poor child. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs."Oh. with rather a startled air of effort." said Mr. Tucker soon left them.She was open.

 or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. and she only cares about her plans.Dorothea. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it.""No. 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. used to wear ornaments. Casaubon. 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. you know. she could but cast herself. preparation for he knows not what. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him.' `Just so. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. since she was going to marry Casaubon. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. as might be expected.""Yes.With such a mind. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him.--if you like learning and standing. Then there was well-bred economy.