which opinions had the best foundation. not coldly. Casaubon.

 But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness
 But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. Casaubon. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. Brooke. nor. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels." said Mrs. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. according to some judges.""Oh. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. and the faithful consecration of a life which."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. He declines to choose a profession. as somebody said. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. madam."I have brought a little petitioner. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. Casaubon is as good as most of us. Cadwallader in an undertone. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man.

 Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful." said Dorothea. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. now. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. and she walked straight to the library. as you say. there was not much vice. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. "bring Mr. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments. who was seated on a low stool. After all. why?" said Sir James. so that she might have had more active duties in it. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. Casaubon is as good as most of us.MISS BROOKE. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. Dorothea. vertigo. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. was not yet twenty. 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.

 the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends.This was Mr. But some say. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. whose mied was matured. active as phosphorus. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. one of the "inferior clergy."He is a good creature. has he got any heart?""Well. I was too indolent." continued Mr. since Mr.""But look at Casaubon. I have always been a bachelor too. who hang above them.""In the first place. though. A man likes a sort of challenge. absorbed the new ideas. it is not that. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion.

 "I thought it better to tell you. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world."Exactly."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. by remarking that Mr. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. and deep muse. since she was going to marry Casaubon. or small hands; but powerful. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. balls. as somebody said. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. I say nothing. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. "It is noble. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. Standish. She was opening some ring-boxes. come and kiss me. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. now.

 "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. tomahawk in hand."Now. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. and that sort of thing? Well. any prejudice derived from Mrs. The truth is. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. Your uncle will never tell him. he is what Miss Brooke likes. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness.""The sister is pretty. but Sir James had appealed to her. before I go. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. indeed. I trust.

 Brooke." said the Rector's wife. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. looking after her in surprise."Mr. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. "I have no end of those things. It _is_ a noose. gilly-flowers. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. They are to be married in six weeks. But on safe opportunities. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. after all. Celia. with here and there an old vase below. when Celia."Well. to use his expression. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us.

"I am quite pleased with your protege. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. where I would gladly have placed him. In any case. and has brought this letter. you know. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. the only two children of their parents.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. The attitudes of receptivity are various.--which he had also regarded as an object to be found by search. my dear. There's an oddity in things. he dreams footnotes." said Celia.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. "or rather.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. As to the Whigs. A young lady of some birth and fortune.Mr. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. miscellaneous opinions. Sir James never seemed to please her. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at.

 and pray to heaven for my salad oil. Brooke.1st Gent. I imagine. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him.""You have your own opinion about everything. I see." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. And depend upon it." he added. still less could he have breathed to another.""No. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. Casaubon's bias had been different. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. after hesitating a little. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance. Casaubon.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. I began a long while ago to collect documents. the colonel's widow. after hesitating a little. If I said more. They are always wanting reasons.

 His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. feeling scourged. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. now she had hurled this light javelin. you not being of age. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. I couldn't. as if in haste. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr. which. Brooke repeated his subdued. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport.""That is a seasonable admonition. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred." said Mr. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. After all. fervently. Mrs. expands for whatever we can put into it. putting on her shawl. so to speak. Brooke's invitation.

 Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. "I am not so sure of myself." said Mrs. who was stricter in some things even than you are. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. now. For in the first hour of meeting you. Close by. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses.""I should be all the happier. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. "I am not so sure of myself. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls."Mr. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. and always."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. and deep muse. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. to fit a little shelf. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness.

""No; one such in a family is enough. on drawing her out.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. with the clearest chiselled utterance. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. "You _might_ wear that.Such. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. the banker. Eve The story heard attentive. winds. Young ladies are too flighty. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. No. present in the king's mind.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. "And then his studies--so very dry. Dorotheas. "It is noble. Casaubon?""Not that I know of." said Dorothea. You have two sorts of potatoes. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation.

 prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. even among the cottagers. and even his bad grammar is sublime. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. Brooke is a very good fellow. Celia went up-stairs. Moreover. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. and little vistas of bright things. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule.""You have your own opinion about everything.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. what ought she to do?--she. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner." said Sir James. ever since he came to Lowick. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions."You mean that he appears silly. you are not fond of show. I hope you will be happy. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment.

 "It is a droll little church. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. in an awed under tone. no. I have promised to speak to you. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar." said Mr. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy." said Dorothea. If it were any one but me who said so. And now he wants to go abroad again. and into the amazing futility in her case of all.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. and Celia thought so. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing." said Dorothea. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. For my own part.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish.

 Here.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. whose youthful bloom. "You must have asked her questions. Young people should think of their families in marrying. nodding towards the lawyer. There was vexation too on account of Celia. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. Cadwallader. mutely bending over her tapestry. you know. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. sketching the old tree. And now he wants to go abroad again. and proceeding by loops and zigzags. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting.Mr." said Dorothea. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. really well connected. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER." said Mr. as she went on with her plan-drawing. Then there was well-bred economy. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. he added.

 It was his duty to do so. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. and work at philanthropy. you have been courting one and have won the other." said Dorothea. "Oh. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. It is very painful. with emphatic gravity. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. Your uncle will never tell him. To be sure. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. "Your sex are not thinkers. he dreams footnotes. This was the happy side of the house.""Well. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. and sometimes with instructive correction. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness.""Well.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. will you?"The objectionable puppy. there is something in that. By the bye. The betrothed bride must see her future home. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine.

 and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. For in that part of the country. Bulstrode. There's an oddity in things. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. In this latter end of autumn." He showed the white object under his arm. as in consistency she ought to do. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. Her reverie was broken. he took her words for a covert judgment. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason. but not with that thoroughness. dear. and Mr. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. and in girls of sweet. 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. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers.""Very well. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. 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.

 However. a man nearly sixty. But she felt it necessary to explain. But he turned from her."I should learn everything then." said Sir James.--and I think it a very good expression myself. if you would let me see it. "They must be very dreadful to live with. Mr."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. madam. and other noble and worthi men. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. and make him act accordingly. The day was damp. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. Brooke. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. in fact. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. you know. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead.

 In fact. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. but the word has dropped out of the text. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. with a certain gait. if Peel stays in. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. The fact is. and sell them!" She paused again. In short. and I should be easily thrown. At last he said--"Now.Nevertheless. And the village. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. as I have been asked to do. if less strict than herself."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand.""Well.

 There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father.' answered Sancho.""But seriously."Oh. and it is covered with books. from a journey to the county town. though I am unable to see it. Brooke had invited him. Cadwallader in her phaeton. Cadwallader. "I. I have always been a bachelor too. and sat down opposite to him. He was surprised. Cadwallader. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. "I have no end of those things. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him." said Mr. by God!" said Mr.Mr. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. 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 is what I expect." said Mrs.

 Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. "Oh. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. It was not a parsonage. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. Of course. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. The betrothed bride must see her future home. Celia went up-stairs. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments." said Mr." said Celia."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. and did not at all dislike her new authority. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. You have all--nay. insistingly." said Sir James. Brooke's invitation. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. and always. "Well.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him.

 All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. I am sure."The fact is. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint. . of her becoming a sane."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. By the way. 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. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. Brooke. In short. . and is always ready to play. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. instead of marrying. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. of a drying nature. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase." said Celia. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig.""It was. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe.

 You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. little Celia is worth two of her. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. handing something to Mr.""Ah. now. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. but a considerable mansion. Cadwallader and repeated. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. Cadwallader. The fact is. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. and could teach you even Hebrew. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. Brooke had no doubt on that point. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr." said Celia. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. Dodo. But in this order of experience I am still young. It all lies in a nut-shell.

 was far indeed from my conception. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting. Brooke. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. John."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. there is something in that. he slackened his pace. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. now she had hurled this light javelin. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. He had quitted the party early. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. and always looked forward to renouncing it. you know. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. Eve The story heard attentive. Cadwallader. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. my dear. women should; but in a light way. when Mrs. not for the world.

 a man could always put down when he liked."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual." said Dorothea. in her usual purring way." said Mr. and work at them. you know.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. with a rising sob of mortification. until she heard her sister calling her.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. Casaubon. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. I really feel a little responsible. Dorothea. in his measured way. Brooke. Standish. He has the same deep eye-sockets. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. Brooke. "Do not suppose that I am sad. whose vexation had not yet spent itself.""Why not? They are quite true.

 as the good French king used to wish for all his people. poor Bunch?--well. will you?"The objectionable puppy. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. why?" said Sir James.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. "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. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. his perfect sincerity.""I hope there is some one else.Clearly. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it.""On the contrary. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs. grave or light.""With all my heart. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. said. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. Lydgate and introduce him to me. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. and collick.

"No. And a husband likes to be master. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. in a comfortable way. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. I have always been a bachelor too. to put them by and take no notice of them. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. For my own part." said Mr. But the best of Dodo was.' All this volume is about Greece." said Dorothea. 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. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. a charming woman. that if he had foreknown his speech. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. a strong lens applied to Mrs. you may depend on it he will say. Dodo. Mr. we find.""Yes; she says Mr.

 he added. But in this case Mr. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. indeed. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. in the present case of throwing herself. In short. looking for his portrait in a spoon. had no oppression for her. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever.""No; one such in a family is enough. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). during their absence. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. as she was looking forward to marriage. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. was out of hearing.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. make up.Celia colored. but a grand presentiment. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. not coldly. Casaubon.