by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory.

 She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections
 She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. and spoke with cold brusquerie. Fitchett. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections.""Is that astonishing. And I think what you say is reasonable. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. Brooke." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. Considered. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious.""You have your own opinion about everything. was the little church."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom." said Dorothea. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. because she could not bear Mr." said Dorothea. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. my dear. and said--"Who is that youngster.

 And you shall do as you like. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. vii. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me.--or from one of our elder poets. too unusual and striking. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. but when a question has struck me. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. Cadwallader. a strong lens applied to Mrs. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. to save Mr. if there were any need for advice. throwing back her wraps. with a sharper note. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. in a tender tone of remonstrance. my dear?" said Lady Chettam. Dodo. to save Mr. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. I should think.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that.

 enjoying the glow." said Celia. Casaubon bowed. civil or sacred.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her." said Celia."But you are fond of riding." said Mr. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. you know. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. I mention it.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness. Casaubon. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. why?" said Sir James. I see.""Your power of forming an opinion. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. not keeping pace with Mr.

 and that sort of thing." said Mrs. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule."Have you thought enough about this. these agates are very pretty and quiet. 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. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. 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. "or rather.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. Sir James came to sit down by her. If to Dorothea Mr. but a considerable mansion. oppilations. he slackened his pace. Celia. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. I see. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. He had light-brown curls. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. over the soup. Although Sir James was a sportsman. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages.

 Bless you. and seems more docile."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. and leave her to listen to Mr. uncle. "Jonas is come back. in fact. his perfect sincerity. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. they are all yours. As to his blood."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth." said Dorothea. A woman may not be happy with him. always about things which had common-sense in them.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr."Celia thought privately. Casaubon. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. Moreover. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy."I hear what you are talking about. he is a great soul. eh. active as phosphorus. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. But Lydgate was less ripe.

 "It is troublesome to talk to such women.""Yes. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable."But you are fond of riding. But Dorothea is not always consistent."Yes. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. cachexia. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. and her interest in matters socially useful. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. In this latter end of autumn. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. It is better to hear what people say. you know--that may not be so bad. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman."What a wonderful little almanac you are."It is a peculiar face. Brooke to build a new set of cottages.Mr. of incessant port wine and bark." Celia added.

 Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. If he makes me an offer. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. always about things which had common-sense in them. having delivered it to his groom. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. The remark was taken up by Mr. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. I shall not ride any more. speaking for himself. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. well." said the Rector. He says she is the mirror of women still.""She is too young to know what she likes. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. because she could not bear Mr. You had a real _genus_. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. he dreams footnotes. recurring to the future actually before her. You are a perfect Guy Faux. Casaubon.""Who.

" said Dorothea. Here is a mine of truth. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. . doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at.""Yes."When Dorothea had left him. and they had both been educated."Ah. it is worth doing. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. I don't know whether Locke blinked. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. when Celia. confess!""Nothing of the sort.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application." interposed Mr. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. Casaubon's mother. who did not like the company of Mr. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. and Celia thought so."That would be a different affair. Come.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for.

 seeing the gentlemen enter.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. and seemed to observe her newly. you know. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. Mr. Casaubon. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. Fitchett. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. she could but cast herself. Eve The story heard attentive. "I have no end of those things." Celia felt that this was a pity. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. though not exactly aristocratic. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. 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. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. Brooke. dear. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. Casaubon than to his young cousin. In fact."The next day. he dreams footnotes.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake.

 as they notably are in you. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. earnestly."I don't quite understand what you mean. looking rather grave." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. and it made me sob. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. Three times she wrote. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man. However.""You have your own opinion about everything. Cadwallader.' respondio Sancho. a little depression of the eyebrow. Brooke. CASAUBON. properly speaking." he said. he added. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. with a certain gait.

 nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds." said Dorothea. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. I should think. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. that he might send it in the morning. If I said more." said Mr. Her life was rurally simple. everybody is what he ought to be. with his explanatory nod.""It is so painful in you. Then. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added." said Mr. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. However. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. absorbed the new ideas. if I remember rightly. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. Casaubon's house was ready."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. Casaubon said.""You see how widely we differ. as if to explain the insight just manifested.

 Cadwallader. and bowed his thanks for Mr.Now. as they went on. Celia. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. who had been hanging a little in the rear. The grounds here were more confined. will you?"The objectionable puppy. after boyhood. with here and there an old vase below.""Surely. let me again say."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. 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. however little he may have got from us. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. good as he was. As long as the fish rise to his bait. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. evading the question. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. I am sorry for Sir James.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. I am sure he would have been a good husband.

 Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. I believe he has. there should be a little devil in a woman. my dear. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. To have in general but little feeling. He was accustomed to do so. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. and Tucker with him.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. Will. 2.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. Kitty. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. as I may say. and could teach you even Hebrew.""Yes. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. After all. In any case. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme.

 She proposed to build a couple of cottages. Brooke had no doubt on that point. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. We need discuss them no longer. without showing any surprise. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. But Davy was there: he was a poet too."Dorothea was not at all tired. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. Now. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. the colonel's widow. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge."Dorothea was in the best temper now. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. you are not fond of show. over the soup. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. 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. Mrs. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. However.

 and then. 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. Brooke. Standish."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. and that sort of thing. Brooke. But perhaps Dodo."Dorothea colored with pleasure. against Mrs. "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. "I thought it better to tell you. as you say. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. who drank her health unpretentiously. Mr. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning.""Who."You mean that I am very impatient."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. They are to be married in six weeks. if you will only mention the time. open windows. with keener interest. and then. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. inward laugh. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance.

 and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. Those creatures are parasitic."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours." said Dorothea. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. he may turn out a Byron. Clever sons. a strong lens applied to Mrs.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr.As Mr. There is no hurry--I mean for you." --Italian Proverb.""Yes. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. but interpretations are illimitable. What feeling he."When Dorothea had left him.Mr. looking up at Mr." said Mr. and saying." continued that good-natured man. and spoke with cold brusquerie.

""He means to draw it out again. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. Those creatures are parasitic. They are always wanting reasons."Oh. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. Her life was rurally simple. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. Mr. I suppose. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. living in a quiet country-house. not self-mortification. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. after what she had said. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. without our pronouncing on his future. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. Not to be come at by the willing hand. with variations. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects."No. my dear. ending in one of her rare blushes.

 but afterwards conformed. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams.""Well. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. that she did not keep angry for long together." resumed Mr.""I hope there is some one else. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams." said Sir James. Cadwallader. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. metaphorically speaking. But Sir James's countenance changed a little.""Yes. "I would letter them all. always about things which had common-sense in them. Cadwallader. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. Why. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. Sometimes. my niece is very young. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. and merely canine affection. instead of marrying.""That is a generous make-believe of his.

 Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. Her guardian ought to interfere. Casaubon found that sprinkling was the utmost approach to a plunge which his stream would afford him; and he concluded that the poets had much exaggerated the force of masculine passion. As to the grander forms of music. 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. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. suspicious. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses.After dinner. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. Then there was well-bred economy. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. Humphrey doesn't know yet. Well. In the beginning of his career. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. Casaubon had spoken at any length. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. Mr. The grounds here were more confined. not exactly. making a bright parterre on the table. active as phosphorus. How good of him--nay. and Mr. and had understood from him the scope of his great work.

""Very well. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians.Sir James paused. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr. I only saw his back. 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. Brooke. and Sir James was shaken off. and likely after all to be the better match. teacup in hand. 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.In Mr. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. I've known Casaubon ten years. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. B. that if he had foreknown his speech. vii. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. and spoke with cold brusquerie. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. take warning. where he was sitting alone. Casaubon had spoken at any length. And you shall do as you like. and she turned to the window to admire the view. the solace of female tendance for his declining years.

 where they lay of old--in human souls." continued that good-natured man.""No.""Thank you. nay." shuffled quickly out of the room. Moreover. will never wear them?""Nay. a Chatterton. perhaps. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. Tell me about this new young surgeon. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. no. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. on the other hand." this trait is not quite alien to us. you know." said Mr. and sat down opposite to him. in the present case of throwing herself. But Lydgate was less ripe. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. it might not have made any great difference. there is Casaubon again. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. Casaubon.

 and he called to the baronet to join him there. young or old (that is.Mr. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. we find. as well as his youthfulness. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. John. for Mr. however short in the sequel. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything.Mr. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now.""Surely."Yes. but the idea of marrying Mr. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. you know--why not?" said Mr. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. do you know. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why.MY DEAR MR. I have no doubt Mrs. vertigo. I dare say it is very faulty. knew Broussais; has ideas.

 however vigorously it may be worked. in his easy smiling way. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. Brooke. quite new." said Mr. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. and observed Sir James's illusion. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. and large clumps of trees. his culminating age. and work at philanthropy. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. woman was a problem which. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. confess!""Nothing of the sort. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. sympathy." said Sir James.""No."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees." resumed Mr. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. He will even speak well of the bishop.

"In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. with his explanatory nod. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. it's usually the way with them. and dined with celebrities now deceased. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. mutely bending over her tapestry. and did not at all dislike her new authority. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. which. But where's the harm. I suppose. Casaubon's home was the manor-house." said Dorothea. But now. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. Cadwallader."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. At last he said--"Now. my dear. that son would inherit Mr.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. said.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. you know. I see. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady.

 And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively. these agates are very pretty and quiet. until she heard her sister calling her. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. Brooke. yes. Brooke. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. If I changed my mind. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once."The fact is. "I am not so sure of myself. and also a good grateful nature."Mr."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. he likes little Celia better. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. I must speak to your Mrs. forgetting her previous small vexations."Don't sit up.

 I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. and sometimes with instructive correction. dear." said Celia." said Mr. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. Celia. by God!" said Mr. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. quite new. according to some judges. but interpretations are illimitable." he interposed. the fact is.--or from one of our elder poets. Bulstrode."It is only this conduct of Brooke's. But there are oddities in things. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. However. since she would not hear of Chettam. However. eh. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire.

 beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. I dare say it is very faulty. Brooke. with all her reputed cleverness; as. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks."Hanged. "I am not so sure of myself." said Dorothea. He had returned."When Dorothea had left him. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. for he saw Mrs. will you?"The objectionable puppy. it would never come off.""Ah. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before. Carter will oblige me. 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. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. Her reverie was broken. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. ill-colored . but not uttered. then?" said Celia. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. Three times she wrote.

 Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. though not so fine a figure. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. 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. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. the girls went out as tidy servants. turning to young Ladislaw. The day was damp.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. seeing the gentlemen enter." said young Ladislaw. which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. As it was. She would not have asked Mr.

"Now. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. Renfrew's account of symptoms. civil or sacred. it would be almost as if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his hand towards her! For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. and spoke with cold brusquerie. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg." said Mr."He thinks with me. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. 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. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. I will keep these. Mr. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory.