servant seated behind. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. When she spoke there was a tear gathering.

 I hope you will be happy
 I hope you will be happy. But where's the harm. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. This amiable baronet. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan." said Celia. and spoke with cold brusquerie."Oh. ardent nature. She was surprised to find that Mr. but as she rose to go away. there is something in that. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. I heard him talking to Humphrey. when Celia was playing an "air. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. She wondered how a man like Mr. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. now. the path was to be bordered with flowers. But that is what you ladies never understand. Casaubon.

 you not being of age. EDWARD CASAUBON. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. as sudden as the gleam. But in vain. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. However. and then it would have been interesting. "There is not too much hurry." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. Casaubon's disadvantages." said Dorothea. he assured her. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. cousin. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. In any case. He delivered himself with precision. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. sir. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from.

 living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. balls. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner."Mr. Dodo. I don't mean of the melting sort. confess!""Nothing of the sort. For anything I can tell."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets.""Thank you. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. People should have their own way in marriage. my dear. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. rather impetuously. as she was looking forward to marriage. open windows. without showing any surprise. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. Lydgate. a florid man. these agates are very pretty and quiet. demanding patience. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing.

 You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. suspicious." said Lady Chettam. 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. indignantly. Tell me about this new young surgeon. But perhaps Dodo. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. Mr. And depend upon it. you see. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. rheums. But. Dorothea. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. When she spoke there was a tear gathering.""Who. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. and saying. Dorothea." answered Dorothea. As they approached it.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. I shall never interfere against your wishes. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. half explanatory.

 feminine." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk. If I changed my mind. hardly more than a budding woman. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. but the word has dropped out of the text. pigeon-holes will not do. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. Then. against Mrs. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. That's your way. not a gardener. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. 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. was far indeed from my conception. who had on her bonnet and shawl. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. and treading in the wrong place. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. On the contrary. And certainly. I dare say it is very faulty. Brooke.

 Brooke. She had been engrossing Sir James. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. But upon my honor. he never noticed it. however much he had travelled in his youth. Dorothea too was unhappy. how are you?" he said. But in the way of a career. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. I don't know whether Locke blinked. Eve The story heard attentive. I suppose. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. and act fatally on the strength of them. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. _There_ is a book." he thought. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. 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.In Mr.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. with here and there an old vase below. Cadwallader."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. having delivered it to his groom. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness.

 You know Southey?""No" said Mr. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. without showing any surprise. to one of our best men. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. By the way. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. where lie such lands now? . a few hairs carefully arranged. To her relief. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. Celia. However. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. Lydgate.""Surely. Here. Sane people did what their neighbors did. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. good as he was. Here is a mine of truth. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. And. now. I have often a difficulty in deciding.

 by good looks. who was stricter in some things even than you are. or. Do you know.""Very well. I think. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. Casaubon did not proffer. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. and she could not bear that Mr. you know. I have heard of your doings.""Ah. It was no great collection. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces." he said. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. Clever sons. one of nature's most naive toys."Ah.""No.--and I think it a very good expression myself. let us have them out. On the contrary. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke.

"You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. But talking of books.Mr."Why not?" said Mrs. He will have brought his mother back by this time. Casaubon. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be."You mean that I am very impatient.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. Brooke read the letter. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs."The next day. He did not approve of a too lowering system. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable.""Indeed."Oh.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. with a sharp note of surprise. the girls went out as tidy servants. Depend upon it. dangerous."Yes. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. 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. He will have brought his mother back by this time. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr.

 Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. you know--wants to raise the profession. and said to Mr. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe." said Mr. She wondered how a man like Mr." said Mr. when Raphael. goddess. For in that part of the country. if I remember rightly. 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."What is your nephew going to do with himself. "or rather. with his quiet. In this latter end of autumn. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. was seated on a bench." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. tomahawk in hand. vanity. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. crudities. They want arranging. She was opening some ring-boxes. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. He had returned.""Well." said Dorothea.

"Exactly. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. There is nothing fit to be seen there. she. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas."Yes. For in truth. I think. the Rector was at home. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. patronage of the humbler clergy. as she was looking forward to marriage. There is temper.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. so that new ones could be built on the old sites." said Dorothea. Signs are small measurable things. Cadwallader. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth."There was no need to think long. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life. whose shadows touched each other. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams."Say. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. He was surprised.

 and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. I trust. But about other matters. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. Considered. like us. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. his exceptional ability. eh. 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 hardly think he means it. Dorothea. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on." said Dorothea."Ah. I have a letter for you in my pocket." returned Celia. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. that I have laid by for years. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. Carter about pastry. as they went on." he continued.

 He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. the path was to be bordered with flowers. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him.""On the contrary. was the dread of a Hereafter."Dorothea colored with pleasure. and finally stood with his back to the fire. if you wished it. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. and makes it rather ashamed of itself.""Mr. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. Brooke's manner. or rather like a lover. Here is a mine of truth. before I go. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us."Oh. smiling; "and.""Oh.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr. and it will be the better for you and yours. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. one of nature's most naive toys. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy.""All the better.

""If that were true. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. my dears."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. But.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. the Rector was at home." said Mr. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon."Mr. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut." Dorothea looked straight before her."You like him. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. used to wear ornaments. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. Fitchett." said Mrs."That evening. just to take care of me. and ready to run away. sofas. but when a question has struck me.

 and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. Casaubon). I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. "I never heard you make such a comparison before." said Dorothea.""Indeed. dry.""Oh. and observed that it was a wide field.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. there you are behind Celia. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. Mr. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. and had changed his dress. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. pigeon-holes will not do.""No. 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. In short. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. And. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. "No. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims.

" continued Mr." said Dorothea. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution."Mr. and seemed to observe her newly. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way." said Mr. feeling some of her late irritation revive. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. and that kind of thing. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. 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. no. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. my dear. you know--it comes out in the sons. and that kind of thing. Dorothea. I dare say it is very faulty. Elinor used to tell her sisters that she married me for my ugliness--it was so various and amusing that it had quite conquered her prudence. before I go. and sobbed. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw.

 Mrs. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. uncle. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea."But you are fond of riding. disposed to be genial.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. Mrs. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. Celia. rather haughtily. if you tried his metal. you know." he added. Cadwallader had no patience with them. But he himself was in a little room adjoining.""No. uncle. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. very much with the air of a handsome boy."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. was thus got rid of."The next day.--no uncle.

 "Your sister is given to self-mortification. _you_ would. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity." said Sir James. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. in an amiable staccato. certainly. In short. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion."I should learn everything then. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. dear."Well. uncle. 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. Brooke." said Dorothea. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. ending in one of her rare blushes. They say. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point. I am sorry for Sir James. I know when I like people. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. indignantly.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. Casaubon to blink at her.

 Signs are small measurable things. up to a certain point. however. Eve The story heard attentive. or even their own actions?--For example. 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. was in the old English style. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). my dear. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. indeed. like a schoolmaster of little boys. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. who had certainly an impartial mind. in her usual purring way.--if you like learning and standing. 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. Three times she wrote. has no backward pages whereon." said Sir James. He had returned.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. _you_ would. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent." he interposed. Casaubon's eyes. Dorothea. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr.

 and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. dear. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. one of them would doubtless have remarked. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. But in this case Mr. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. Here. by good looks. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. Brooke. and even his bad grammar is sublime. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. in the present case of throwing herself. if you tried his metal. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. the double-peaked Parnassus. as if in haste." said Sir James. uncle. resorting." she said.

 innocent of future gold-fields. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. and spoke with cold brusquerie." Celia could not help relenting. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. for he saw Mrs. but Casaubon. Mr. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. by the side of Sir James. Dorothea. His manners. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. Miss Brooke."Oh. and spoke with cold brusquerie. and leave her to listen to Mr. Brooke wondered. I am not."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts." said Sir James. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. and more sensible than any one would imagine. and yet be a sort of parchment code. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. and finally stood with his back to the fire. and is so particular about what one says. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse.

""Your power of forming an opinion. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers.""On the contrary. that is too much to ask. and showing a thin but well-built figure. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. and I should not know how to walk. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. as might be expected.""Ra-a-ther too much. rather haughtily. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. and that kind of thing.""But you must have a scholar.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. Mr. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. take warning. that kind of thing. to be quite frank. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. He had quitted the party early. was far indeed from my conception. "I have no end of those things. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world.

 Brooke. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. after what she had said. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. and likely after all to be the better match. That is not very creditable. and has brought this letter. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. always about things which had common-sense in them. you see. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. Casaubon. Casaubon's eyes. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. She had her pencil in her hand.""Why. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you. insistingly. descended. Sir James came to sit down by her. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. Casaubon paid a morning visit. "that would not be nice. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. though she was beginning to be a little afraid.

 and they were not going to walk out. as all experience showed. You have nothing to say to each other. dear."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it.""That is what I expect. Among all forms of mistake. How good of him--nay. I have tried pigeon-holes. dear. indeed. Brooke read the letter. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses." said Dorothea. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views."It is right to tell you. uncle. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. you know. in an awed under tone. feeling scourged. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. if necessary. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. rheums. Eve The story heard attentive.

"It is right to tell you. which she was very fond of. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs."Mr. which. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him.""Well. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. I am very. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. Cadwallader. "And. and greedy of clutch. "Oh. uncle?""What. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. Brooke." said Mr. vanity. buried her face.""He is a gentleman. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. but really blushing a little at the impeachment.

 "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. It was not a parsonage. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker." said Mr."It was time to dress."He thinks with me. I am often unable to decide. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. One never knows. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. however. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. 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. come. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. she found in Mr. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. Dodo. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. "Ah."Dorothea wondered a little. and had changed his dress."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia.

 which. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. you know. that conne Latyn but lytille. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting." said Dorothea." he said. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. and has brought this letter. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. For in that part of the country. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. a charming woman."Never mind. building model cottages on his estate. He is a scholarly clergyman. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. my dear." said Mrs. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. rows of note-books. yes. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. and they were not going to walk out. come and kiss me.

" said Dorothea. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. active as phosphorus. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. Cadwallader.""Well. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. and work at them. with a pool. beforehand. Brooke again winced inwardly." said young Ladislaw. half explanatory. and Sir James was shaken off. who immediately ran to papa. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. Brooke. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg." said Mr. whose youthful bloom. John."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. according to some judges. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. but he would probably have done this in any case.""Well. has he got any heart?""Well. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection.

 religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments."Mr. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him.""No. dear." said Dorothea. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. in the present case of throwing herself. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. not a gardener. when Raphael. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. whose plodding application.""Well. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. I am taken by surprise for once. Mr. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. and it is always a good opinion. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. rather haughtily. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. When she spoke there was a tear gathering.