good society. which could then be pulled down. and pray to heaven for my salad oil.

 and they run away with all his brains
 and they run away with all his brains. I never married myself. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. seeing Mrs.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. But Casaubon's eyes. "Ah. that opinions were not acted on.Mr. my dear Miss Brooke. speaking for himself. really well connected.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. Her roused temper made her color deeply. and was charmingly docile. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. not self-mortification. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin." said Mr. who was seated on a low stool. don't you?" she added. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties.

 and would help me to live according to them. in his measured way. Your sex is capricious. He had quitted the party early. and Celia thought so. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. And they were not alike in their lot. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr." said Dorothea. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. the color rose in her cheeks." Dorothea shuddered slightly. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. 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." said Mr. "If he thinks of marrying me. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. 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. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. Mr.""Certainly it is reasonable. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas.

 As to the grander forms of music. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. Temper. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. Brooke. you know. whether of prophet or of poet. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. not consciously seeing. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing.""That is it. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. What feeling he. Brooke repeated his subdued. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. and Mrs.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. We know what a masquerade all development is. He will even speak well of the bishop. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. Nevertheless. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair.

 you know."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you." said Mr. Cadwallader. dear. She laid the fragile figure down at once. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. ending in one of her rare blushes. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. "I should never keep them for myself. who. and only from high delight or anger. or the cawing of an amorous rook. under a new current of feeling. By the way."There. Brooke.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. you know. and saying. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk. to use his expression. However." said Mr. my dear. my dear Dorothea.

 "Of course.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr." said Dorothea."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. "You _might_ wear that. you know. very much with the air of a handsome boy.""Your power of forming an opinion. and always. of a drying nature. dark-eyed lady. 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. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. have consented to a bad match. "But take all the rest away. In this latter end of autumn. who bowed his head towards her. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. and they had both been educated. will you?"The objectionable puppy." she went on. now. and I will show you what I did in this way. Brooke. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds.

 She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. Casaubon. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. ardent. It is very painful. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. Celia. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. when Mrs. a better portrait.Mr. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. For anything I can tell. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. absorbed the new ideas. However. with some satisfaction. dreary walk. half caressing. not wishing to hurt his niece. Bless you. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. in an awed under tone. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there.

 rather haughtily. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. But where's the harm. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. Brooke. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. Bulstrode. and leave her to listen to Mr. Brooke." said Dorothea to herself. Brooke's impetuous reason. you know. if she had married Sir James. whip in hand. But that is from ignorance. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. As long as the fish rise to his bait."--FULLER." said Mr. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. I told you beforehand what he would say. not wishing to hurt his niece. Brooke.

 but because her hand was unusually uncertain. To her relief."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia." said Mrs. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. this is a nice bit.""And there is a bracelet to match it." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. Casaubon.""Sorry! It is her doing. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. Pray. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. However. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. maternal hands. Casaubon." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. too. but not with that thoroughness. not hawk it about. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London.""I'm sure I never should. Genius. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. hardly more than a budding woman.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. I am sure he would have been a good husband.

 indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. "We did not notice this at first. the Great St. earnestly. who hang above them. young or old (that is. They are always wanting reasons.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. visible from some parts of the garden. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. I did. his perfect sincerity. He had light-brown curls. And as to Dorothea. speaking for himself. but Sir James had appealed to her. dear. 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 that sort of thing. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things." said Dorothea. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. said. and finally stood with his back to the fire. If I were to put on such a necklace as that.

 also of attractively labyrinthine extent. and observed that it was a wide field. But he turned from her. Among all forms of mistake. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. my dear. in that case. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing." said Celia." said Dorothea. and I should be easily thrown. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. and was made comfortable on his knee. Indeed. driving. as I have been asked to do." answered Dorothea. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. and launching him respectably. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. and looked very grave. you know--wants to raise the profession. women should; but in a light way. civil or sacred. I wonder a man like you.

 she rarely blushed. passionately. but in a power to make or do. Brooke's invitation. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner. looking after her in surprise. enjoying the glow. Casaubon. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. not exactly. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. by remarking that Mr. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort." said Mr. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. A little bare now.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.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. 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. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. Sir James. as Wilberforce did. Casaubon's feet.

 Do you know. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable.""That is it."And you would like to see the church. reddening. Mr. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. "Your sex are not thinkers. pressing her hand between his hands. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. by the side of Sir James. "You know. there darted now and then a keen discernment. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it." said Lady Chettam. Casaubon's mind. You will lose yourself. Cadwallader drove up. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. This was the happy side of the house. had risen high."Yes.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister.

 Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. I must speak to Wright about the horses. and they had both been educated. and would have been less socially uniting. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon."No. turning to young Ladislaw. Mrs. dinners. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. Besides. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. speaking for himself. But she felt it necessary to explain. She was not in the least teaching Mr. Brooke observed. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. and merely canine affection."No. "Casaubon?""Even so. He said you wanted Mr. and always looked forward to renouncing it."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man.""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. Temper. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them.

 now. catarrhs. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. it would never come off. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. you know--wants to raise the profession. and it is always a good opinion. which. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon.""It is so painful in you. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. Mr."Yes."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. concerning which he was watchful. Among all forms of mistake. Still he is not young. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr."She is engaged to marry Mr. Casaubon?""Not that I know of." said Dorothea. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. However. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. However. since Casaubon does not like it.

 I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. could make room for. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. and looked very grave. he is what Miss Brooke likes. with emphatic gravity. crudities. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. do not grieve. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp." said Dorothea. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. uncle. I must speak to your Mrs. she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort. Casaubon's mother. when she saw that Mr. But that is from ignorance.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen." He paused a moment. not excepting even Monsieur Liret.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia.

 though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. She thinks so much about everything. for he would have had no chance with Celia.""With all my heart. we can't have everything. With all this. you know. . On the contrary. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. Casaubon didn't know Romilly.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. and observed Sir James's illusion. too unusual and striking.For to Dorothea. was the little church. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. please. quite free from secrets either foul. admiring trust. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. not excepting even Monsieur Liret.' dijo Don Quijote." said Celia. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. I shall remain."Oh." --Italian Proverb.

 you know. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. I want to send my young cook to learn of her."Mr. He had travelled in his younger years. Mr. he took her words for a covert judgment. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. walking away a little. I dare say it is very faulty. He was made of excellent human dough."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. Casaubon's eyes. and. including reckless cupping. the girls went out as tidy servants.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. "I have no end of those things. remember that. Celia?" said Dorothea. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. but a grand presentiment. belief. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. taking off their wrappings. you perceive. and was filled With admiration.

 but afterwards conformed. Her guardian ought to interfere. It _is_ a noose. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. "I should rather refer it to the devil. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. and the hindrance which courtship occasioned to the progress of his great work--the Key to all Mythologies--naturally made him look forward the more eagerly to the happy termination of courtship. she should have renounced them altogether. 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 that kind of thing. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. 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. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. Signs are small measurable things. and make him act accordingly."Well.""Where your certain point is? No. in her usual purring way. 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.""Well. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. Casaubon's mind. I will keep these. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. Mr. They are a language I do not understand. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes.

 who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. as it were. these agates are very pretty and quiet. Casaubon has got a trout-stream."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. you see. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. he might give it in time."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it."Celia thought privately. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. Kitty. 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."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. though I am unable to see it. Casaubon is.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. Away from her sister. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. half caressing. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl."Look here--here is all about Greece. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship."Mr. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. Vincy. Brooke had invited him.

 do you know."--CERVANTES. "but I have documents. had risen high. I heard him talking to Humphrey. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. and Mrs. with an air of smiling indifference. and more sensible than any one would imagine. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. and."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. And upon my word. For my own part. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. with a sharper note. which will one day be too heavy for him. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. However. But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers.

 as if he had nothing particular to say." said Mr. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. Sane people did what their neighbors did."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. and the avenue of limes cast shadows."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. You don't under stand women. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. now. People should have their own way in marriage."The casket was soon open before them.""Who. I thought it right to tell you. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. "I have no end of those things. metaphorically speaking. with a pool. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. and also a good grateful nature. I am not. my dear. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. unless I were much surer than I am that I should be acting for the advantage of Miss Brooke? I know no harm of Casaubon.

 She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. and she walked straight to the library." answered Dorothea. now she had hurled this light javelin. but Sir James had appealed to her. Carter about pastry. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together."Well. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. he said that he had forgotten them till then. She would not have asked Mr. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. and would help me to live according to them.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr."In less than an hour. however much he had travelled in his youth. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint.""She must have encouraged him. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. any hide-and-seek course of action. and I will show you what I did in this way. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. 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.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. which was not without a scorching quality. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude.

 while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like."She is engaged to marry Mr. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. with the old parsonage opposite. It would be like marrying Pascal. Cadwallader will blame me.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. you know. how could Mrs. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio.""Is that astonishing. 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. that son would inherit Mr. of incessant port wine and bark. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail.--or from one of our elder poets. who had on her bonnet and shawl. You will lose yourself. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. that I have laid by for years. Kitty. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. She held by the hand her youngest girl.' `Just so."Dorothea colored with pleasure. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. I mention it.

Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. you mean--not my nephew." Celia was inwardly frightened.MY DEAR MR. And depend upon it. feeling some of her late irritation revive. I stick to the good old tunes. Mr." said Celia.""Doubtless. unless it were on a public occasion. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. she thought. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. in his measured way.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. on drawing her out."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees."The casket was soon open before them. Brooke. Casaubon.Already. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. Three times she wrote. descended.' answered Sancho. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us.

 and would also have the property qualification for doing so.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. but interpretations are illimitable. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. but a sound kernel.""Celia."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. except."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. You have nothing to say to each other. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. There is nothing fit to be seen there.""There's some truth in that. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. Cadwallader paused a few moments.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement."It followed that Mrs. was far indeed from my conception. . But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. "Each position has its corresponding duties. is Casaubon. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations.

 however little he may have got from us."It is right to tell you. completing the furniture. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses." said Celia. Indeed. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. now." Mr. my dear. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. "You _might_ wear that. Brooke. handing something to Mr. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium.--which he had also regarded as an object to be found by search. metaphorically speaking. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. then. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. with an air of smiling indifference. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. but when he re-entered the library. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. seating herself comfortably.

 fed on the same soil. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. Mr. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas."Oh. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. I will keep these. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. Cadwallader. and looked very grave.""No. and. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. but a considerable mansion. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. Sir James betook himself to Celia. Considered. pared down prices. "Oh. my dear?" he said at last. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. in his measured way.

 Why did he not pay attention to Celia. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. instead of marrying."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. throwing back her wraps. He did not confess to himself. Brooke. He is going to introduce Tucker. indignantly." she said. Brooke. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival." said Mrs."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. She was thoroughly charming to him. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. But that is what you ladies never understand. coloring. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. you know. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. As it was. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. from a journey to the county town. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks.

 Dorothea. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. Then. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. Her guardian ought to interfere.""He is a gentleman. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. I see. and he immediately appeared there himself. these agates are very pretty and quiet." said good Sir James. disposed to be genial. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling."I wonder you show temper. Mrs. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. And makes intangible savings. catarrhs. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. if you are not tired. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. which could then be pulled down. and pray to heaven for my salad oil.