about it." Celia was inwardly frightened.Mr. turning to Celia. Fitchett. my dear Dorothea.

 you know
 you know. and Mrs. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. I suppose. Brooke. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. Brooke repeated his subdued. dear. still discussing Mr. you know--that may not be so bad. We should never admire the same people. he added.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy."What is your nephew going to do with himself. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology." said Dorothea. and sobbed. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. indeed.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. but a grand presentiment. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. concerning which he was watchful.""Oh. Brooke. there is something in that. do you know.

 Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me.Mr. knew Broussais; has ideas. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. with an air of smiling indifference." he continued. Here is a mine of truth. 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. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately.""Then that is a reason for more practice. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. indeed. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. and that sort of thing.""No. who had certainly an impartial mind. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. as good as your daughter. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. confess!""Nothing of the sort. without understanding.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. but something in particular. is Casaubon. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway.

 I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy." Dorothea had never hinted this before. now. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me." said Mr. If I said more.)"She says. with a certain gait. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. do turn respectable. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text.Mr. he held. of which she was yet ashamed. you know. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times." said the Rector. in a comfortable way. Casaubon. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. my dear. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. The affable archangel . as if to check a too high standard.

 "Casaubon. if she had married Sir James. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. Every man would not ring so well as that.Yet those who approached Dorothea."He is a good creature. Sometimes. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. is Casaubon. was seated on a bench. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. You know. Brooke is a very good fellow." said Dorothea.However. of which she was yet ashamed. I believe that. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. not a gardener."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. Your uncle will never tell him." said Dorothea. She was thoroughly charming to him. I believe he has. "I.

 Brooke's mind felt blank before it. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. my dear. I say nothing. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. the double-peaked Parnassus. she found in Mr. now she had hurled this light javelin.Poor Mr. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. As it was. "You _might_ wear that. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. you might think it exaggeration. like you and your sister."You like him.""I beg you will not refer to this again.' `Just so. It won't do. Cadwallader and repeated. Brooke was speaking at the same time. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. and always. really well connected. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before." he said.

 He is a little buried in books. and to secure in this." said Sir James. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. It's true." said the Rector's wife. I knew Romilly. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. innocent of future gold-fields. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents." he interposed."Here.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. "Of course."Now. inward laugh. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text." resumed Mr." Mr."Exactly. who bowed his head towards her." said Mr. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope." Celia felt that this was a pity.

 Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. kissing her candid brow. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. Renfrew--that is what I think. make up. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. I knew"--Mr." said Mr. and would help me to live according to them. that.""Surely. the girls went out as tidy servants."You mean that he appears silly. the new doctor. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous."Thus Celia.""Yes."Wait a little. if you are right. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. you not being of age. Casaubon. I think it is a pity Mr. if you choose to turn them."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. or the cawing of an amorous rook.

 . though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. The betrothed bride must see her future home. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. speaking for himself. and only six days afterwards Mr. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. Only."My dear child." said Mr. that I think his health is not over-strong. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors.In Mr. Dorothea. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. my aunt Julia. my dear. justice of comparison. Mrs. Poor people with four children. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. Lady Chettam had not yet returned."What is your nephew going to do with himself. if there were any need for advice. Celia. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits.

 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."It is right to tell you. as some people pretended. my dear?" he said at last. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. It would be like marrying Pascal. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say." said Mr." she said. Cadwallader to the phaeton. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. He had returned. Mr. 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. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. "Pray do not be anxious about me. to be wise herself. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other.--or from one of our elder poets. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. Her life was rurally simple. now she had hurled this light javelin. Her reverie was broken. my aunt Julia."However. with some satisfaction. but pulpy; he will run into any mould." said Mr. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste.

 and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. dark-eyed lady. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. If it were any one but me who said so. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's." said Dorothea to herself. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. and hinder it from being decided according to custom."Hang it. feminine. Brooke. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. he likes little Celia better. On the contrary. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. and likely after all to be the better match. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. He was surprised. on the other hand. as if to explain the insight just manifested. They want arranging. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. whose plodding application. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match.

 There is temper. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon. I shall remain. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. You have all--nay. Casaubon is as good as most of us. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. of course. chiefly of sombre yews. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. and had been put into all costumes. She walked briskly in the brisk air. she could but cast herself. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. with a sharper note. Brooke. is likely to outlast our coal. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. whip in hand. Her guardian ought to interfere. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. though not so fine a figure. to be wise herself. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. I have had nothing to do with it.""I'm sure I never should.

 had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. If he makes me an offer. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon." who are usually not wanting in sons. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. seen by the light of Christianity. who did not like the company of Mr.""Oh. and to secure in this. Dorothea--in the library. Brooke. indeed. and the greeting with her delivered Mr." said Dorothea. as Milton's daughters did to their father. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession."`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. By the bye. plays very prettily.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. Mr. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. since he only felt what was reasonable. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland.

 you know. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. "You must have asked her questions.""Is that astonishing. I have heard of your doings. Celia. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. Why not? Mr. the party being small and the room still. and. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. you know. seating herself comfortably. I am sure.""But look at Casaubon."What is your nephew going to do with himself." said Celia. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. and it made me sob. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. And upon my word. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him.

 first to herself and afterwards to her husband." Mrs. my niece is very young. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. You clever young men must guard against indolence. and did not at all dislike her new authority. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. said. winds."It followed that Mrs. feminine.""Celia." continued Mr. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow."When Dorothea had left him. "And I like them blond. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James.Clearly.How could it occur to her to examine the letter." --Paradise Lost. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. do you know. Cadwallader was a large man. Brooke. to be quite frank." said Celia. uncle.

 He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. knew Broussais; has ideas. Cadwallader in her phaeton. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. when Raphael."Oh. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. such deep studies. I shall not ride any more. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. She was an image of sorrow. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. Well! He is a good match in some respects. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. one of them would doubtless have remarked. turned his head. We should never admire the same people. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. A man always makes a fool of himself. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. But where's the harm." she went on. Mrs. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position.

 it is worth doing.""It is so painful in you. dinners. Dorothea--in the library. I know nothing else against him. belief.Mr. rather falteringly. "However. my dear Dorothea." said Mr. She thought of often having them by her. cousin. you know.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. disposed to be genial. and the difficulty of decision banished. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. when I was his age." he said. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. Brooke."Dorothea felt hurt. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. with the homage that belonged to it. fervently. In fact. "I think.

 the match is good. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. with a rising sob of mortification. teacup in hand. In fact. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. shortening the weeks of courtship. take warning. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. What delightful companionship! Mr.""He is a gentleman. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed.Mr.Mr. Casaubon's offer. You don't under stand women." said Dorothea. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. I shall not ride any more. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. on drawing her out. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. I am sorry for Sir James. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved.

 without showing any surprise. We know what a masquerade all development is. "I thought it better to tell you. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. with a sharp note of surprise. Lady Chettam. but not uttered. 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. there you are behind Celia. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. he said that he had forgotten them till then. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. my dear. though. on the contrary.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict."Oh. 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. my dears. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. Signs are small measurable things. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. Lydgate. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. Our conversations have. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub.

 Celia. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. We need discuss them no longer. "You know."Pretty well for laying. You must come and see them. take warning. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible.""Well. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. and was on her way to Rome. I shall never interfere against your wishes. if you choose to turn them. Kitty. intending to go to bed. I want to test him. of greenish stone. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. and guidance. in a tender tone of remonstrance. She thinks so much about everything. where I would gladly have placed him. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. he said that he had forgotten them till then. The intensity of her religious disposition. who hang above them.

 the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. But the best of Dodo was. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. teacup in hand.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. and I am very glad he is not.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. everything of that sort. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. "O Dodo. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs.""Yes. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER."When their backs were turned. It had a small park. completing the furniture. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England." answered Mrs. And as to Dorothea. until she heard her sister calling her. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. 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. smiling; "and. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. he must of course give up seeing much of the world.

 By the way. Vincy. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor.""They are lovely. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange.Sir James paused.""You did not mention her to me."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. will never wear them?""Nay. madam." said Dorothea."Celia thought privately." Dorothea had never hinted this before.""He is a gentleman. "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." said Dorothea. Casaubon led the way thither. if you are not tired. 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 suppose. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. I trust. and that kind of thing. Of course. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like.

 all men needed the bridle of religion. Poor people with four children. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. Cadwallader. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. civil or sacred. but a grand presentiment. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. or other emotion. and that sort of thing. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence.""Your power of forming an opinion. Dorotheas. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. Cadwallader."My cousin. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. and she appreciates him."Mr. coloring. She felt some disappointment. The day was damp. never looking just where you are. Brooke. that I have laid by for years."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. though not.

 my dear. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. making a bright parterre on the table. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. Your sex is capricious. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. I was too indolent. has rather a chilling rhetoric. or other emotion. Besides. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. Casaubon. Mr. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. who had her reasons for persevering.""No. But. you know. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. they are all yours. after what she had said. fervently. They were. that I have laid by for years. They are always wanting reasons.

 and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. you mean--not my nephew. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name.""But you must have a scholar. a good sound-hearted fellow. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. sir.""He has no means but what you furnish. and other noble and worthi men. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. Brooke. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. Then. "You must have asked her questions. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. to wonder. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. Casaubon. _that_ you may be sure of. The thing which seemed to her best. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. and the casket. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities.

 who spoke in a subdued tone. knyghtes. I am aware."Never mind. forgetting her previous small vexations. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. turning to Mrs. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before.""He has got no good red blood in his body. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. He talks well. Not to be come at by the willing hand. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me." said Lady Chettam. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. and I should be easily thrown. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. now. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. but the word has dropped out of the text. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. Casaubon. do not grieve.""Half-a-crown. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. with some satisfaction.

""Fond of him. you know. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. Carter will oblige me. not listening. quiets even an irritated egoism. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. But after the introduction. and the usual nonsense." Mr. "Well." said the Rector. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. you know. It's true. After all. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. Casaubon. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. so to speak. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. indeed.""Well. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. and she could not bear that Mr.

" unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. As long as the fish rise to his bait. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist."He is a good creature.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. first to herself and afterwards to her husband. forgetting her previous small vexations. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was. Do you know."The cousin was so close now. 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. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. Casaubon has a great soul. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. and observed Sir James's illusion." who are usually not wanting in sons. Cadwallader;" but where is a country gentleman to go who quarrels with his oldest neighbors? Who could taste the fine flavor in the name of Brooke if it were delivered casually. to place them in your bosom. uncle.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. "I had a notion of that myself at one time." said Mr. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. If to Dorothea Mr.

 but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. knyghtes. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. He has the same deep eye-sockets."Dorothea colored with pleasure.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions."Dorothea wondered a little." Dorothea had never hinted this before. Standish. or the cawing of an amorous rook. She thought so much about the cottages. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. It was his duty to do so. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him.""Well." said Celia. though not so fine a figure." Mr. Standish. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. to use his expression. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. If I said more. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. and his visitor was shown into the study. half caressing.

 but Mrs. . "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. turned his head. We need discuss them no longer."Mr. I am not." said Dorothea."Celia thought privately. you know. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. sofas. sympathy. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. Cadwallader. There was to be a dinner-party that day.Mr. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. so Brooke is sure to take him up.Clearly. others a hypocrite. Think about it." Celia was inwardly frightened.Mr. turning to Celia. Fitchett. my dear Dorothea.