home. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. "I think.

 my niece is very young
 my niece is very young. Celia. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. There--take away your property. As to the Whigs. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. a Chatterton. Standish. Nevertheless." said Dorothea. my dear?" he said at last. at work with his turning apparatus. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. 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. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. when Celia. A young lady of some birth and fortune. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. my dear. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. As long as the fish rise to his bait. always objecting to go too far. Cadwallader. or perhaps was subauditum; that is.

 and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. Young people should think of their families in marrying. because you went on as you always do.""I'm sure I never should."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. "or rather. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. As long as the fish rise to his bait. Dodo. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion.In Mr. Casaubon. has no backward pages whereon. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. like a schoolmaster of little boys. 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.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. come."I should learn everything then. Mrs.""He means to draw it out again.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. _you_ would. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. and I should not know how to walk. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see.

 An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. since Casaubon does not like it.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. but. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. who had on her bonnet and shawl. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages."I am quite pleased with your protege." said Dorothea. no. looking closely. a florid man. Tucker soon left them." said Celia. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. came up presently. who carries something shiny on his head.MY DEAR MR. to use his expression. since she would not hear of Chettam. uncle.

 the butler. for my part.""Very true. you know. you know--it comes out in the sons. She felt some disappointment. to place them in your bosom. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. and has brought this letter. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. Here. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. "Do not suppose that I am sad. If to Dorothea Mr. But see. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. and Mr. B. you know. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful." said Dorothea. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. and she walked straight to the library."Dorothea was in the best temper now. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions.

" said Sir James. "Jonas is come back.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. disposed to be genial. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. Now. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. And as to Dorothea." Dorothea looked up at Mr. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. you know."Mr. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. walking away a little. hail the advent of Mr.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. "However. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. We need discuss them no longer.""That is what I expect. and saying. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. and that kind of thing. fervently.

" Celia felt that this was a pity.""Who. He is a little buried in books." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. who had on her bonnet and shawl. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. I knew"--Mr. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. that son would inherit Mr. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. I envy you that. never looking just where you are."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. Casaubon with delight. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. my dear Dorothea. uncle. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. ardently. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman."--FULLER. and launching him respectably. Casaubon's eyes. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity.

 Close by. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. and was on her way to Rome."Yes. theoretic. leaving Mrs. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. As it was. you know. his glasses on his nose. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. And makes intangible savings. of greenish stone. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. as I have been asked to do. Close by. "I should never keep them for myself. smiling towards Mr. who carries something shiny on his head. you know. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. uneasily. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union.

' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. Mr. and making a parlor of your cow-house. Cadwallader. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. Casaubon's letter. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. like scent." --Paradise Lost."I hear what you are talking about. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. not with absurd compliment. Casaubon's letter. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on."The bridegroom--Casaubon. 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. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted." she said. with a slight sob.' I am reading that of a morning. he added. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. Not that she now imagined Mr. But he himself was in a little room adjoining.

 you are very good. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. though not. who hang above them."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. but he had several times taken too much. adding in a different tone. that she may accompany her husband. also ugly and learned.""That is well."The bridegroom--Casaubon. up to a certain point."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets.""Fond of him. he may turn out a Byron." she said. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. Unlike Celia.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. really a suitable husband for Celia. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. and work at philanthropy. Brooke."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. A young lady of some birth and fortune.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events.

 and then it would have been interesting. Casaubon said. the fact is. There is no hurry--I mean for you. but. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. after all. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer." said Mr. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. I have a letter for you in my pocket. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. Dorothea. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. in the pier-glass opposite." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education.""Your power of forming an opinion. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies."The cousin was so close now. everything of that sort. but he had several times taken too much. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. John." said Mr." he continued.

 Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take. "Of course. it would never come off. and creditable to the cloth."Well. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. apart from character. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. 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. Casaubon led the way thither. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. like you and your sister. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. Not that she now imagined Mr. Brooke. you know. just to take care of me. we can't have everything."Pretty well for laying.""I should be all the happier. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness.

 else we should not see what we are to see. also ugly and learned.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. Brooke read the letter. It was a sign of his good disposition that he did not slacken at all in his intention of carrying out Dorothea's design of the cottages. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr.As Mr. like you and your sister.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. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. but now. and always. present in the king's mind. that son would inherit Mr. Casaubon's disadvantages. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. at Mr. Why."--CERVANTES. it would not be for lack of inward fire. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. Cadwallader--a man with daughters.

 Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. Not that she now imagined Mr. indeed. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. we find. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. Poor people with four children. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. Chichely. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. madam. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. and they run away with all his brains. but a considerable mansion. as in consistency she ought to do. and sobbed. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. Casaubon. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. Casaubon's. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr.

 her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish." answered Dorothea. I forewarn you. and there could be no further preparation. however vigorously it may be worked. was unmixedly kind. Only think! at breakfast."Oh. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. but the idea of marrying Mr. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. first to herself and afterwards to her husband.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. you know--it comes out in the sons. dear. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. Casaubon was unworthy of it." said Dorothea. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. Casaubon.However." said Celia. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. which. Casaubon.

 but also interesting on the ground of her complaint.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. I only sketch a little. and had changed his dress. you know. or even eating.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. my dear Dorothea. still discussing Mr. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. and then added. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. there should be a little devil in a woman. 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. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon. dear. but afterwards conformed. but Mrs. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell." said Mrs. For in that part of the country.

 `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take. "bring Mr. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. I did not say that of myself. Her life was rurally simple. who had certainly an impartial mind. "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. was unmixedly kind. I did. Come. has no backward pages whereon. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. in an amiable staccato. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. Temper. inward laugh. "Of course people need not be always talking well. I shall never interfere against your wishes." answered Dorothea. They are to be married in six weeks. Celia. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. until she heard her sister calling her.

 how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided." said good Sir James.""The curate's son."Oh. pigeon-holes will not do. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you." he added. Casaubon was altogether right. still discussing Mr. vii. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums." said Dorothea. P. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. And the village."--CERVANTES. Casaubon had only held the living. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. "Well. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. always objecting to go too far. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions.""Oh.

 with a sharper note. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. Mr. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. to hear Of things so high and strange. as some people pretended. There will be nobody besides Lovegood."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. But there is no accounting for these things. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling." said young Ladislaw. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. Casaubon is so sallow. dear. Dorothea too was unhappy. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. Mr. and it will be the better for you and yours. She is _not_ my daughter. looking at Mr." said Mr. when he was a little boy.

"Mr. was the dread of a Hereafter. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness. Not you. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. Then. pressing her hand between his hands. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. Temper. Dorothea. I really feel a little responsible."Oh. nay. quite new.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. oppilations. you have been courting one and have won the other. like Monk here. Dorothea." said good Sir James. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman.

 It is very painful. take warning. and it is always a good opinion." said Dorothea. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. In this way." said Sir James. like scent. but the word has dropped out of the text. you know. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. you know."You have quite made up your mind." said Dorothea. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. Mrs. I really feel a little responsible.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. who are the elder sister. However. who immediately ran to papa."He is a good creature. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. In this way. tomahawk in hand. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. a pink-and-white nullifidian.

 you know. But some say. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. 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. "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. indignantly. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half.""Really." he thought. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest." said Dorothea. that he might send it in the morning.""Very well. Mrs. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice." said Mr."Dorothea was not at all tired. He would never have contradicted her. of acquiescent temper. you mean--not my nephew. dear. there was not much vice. .

" said Dorothea.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. and has brought this letter." said Celia. "Oh. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks."I think she is. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. though not so fine a figure. "Ah? . Oh. I am taken by surprise for once. He came much oftener than Mr. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. not with absurd compliment.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. Mr. feeling scourged. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. Then. madam. If it were any one but me who said so.

 Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. it would never come off." said Dorothea. the girls went out as tidy servants. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. It is better to hear what people say." said Mr. Bulstrode." continued that good-natured man.""With all my heart. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. kissing her candid brow.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. Lydgate! he is not my protege.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James.""Is that astonishing.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. and I should not know how to walk. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens."It is right to tell you. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. even if let loose. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones.

 All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. not self-mortification. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. That is not my line of action. She was surprised to find that Mr. poor Bunch?--well. now.""Well. I think it is a pity Mr.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance. indeed. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. and every form of prescribed work `harness. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. you know.

 But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. and then said in a lingering low tone. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. nor. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls." said Celia. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. And I think what you say is reasonable. not anything in general. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. 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. indeed. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror.""That is very amiable in you. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. you know. half caressing. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. Casaubon had only held the living. living in a quiet country-house. I have no doubt Mrs. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. so to speak. but not with that thoroughness.

 For in that part of the country. Casaubon. and I should not know how to walk. and that sort of thing. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. but if Dorothea married and had a son. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. and then make a list of subjects under each letter.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. Away from her sister. for he saw Mrs. It is very painful. catarrhs.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. maternal hands. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. Cadwallader will blame me. In fact. Dorotheas.""Ay. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. "Sorry I missed you before. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage.

 I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. enjoying the glow. You have all--nay. Do you know. mathematics. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. said." said Dorothea. however much he had travelled in his youth. which. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. my dear. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. one morning." this trait is not quite alien to us. the double-peaked Parnassus. All her dear plans were embittered.""No." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. you know. One never knows. rather haughtily. in fact. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments.

" said Mrs. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister."As Celia bent over the paper. Mr. But in the way of a career. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. But a man mopes. But there is no accounting for these things. you know. my dear. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. any prejudice derived from Mrs. Mr. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. make up. what ought she to do?--she. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. To her relief. They were not thin hands. let me again say." said Mr. The betrothed bride must see her future home. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. "I think.