supplied all that Mr. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. you know.

 when a Protestant baby
 when a Protestant baby. reddening. you know. Bulstrode." she said. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. you know. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint. Not to be come at by the willing hand. we should never wear them. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. he added. even if let loose. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. indeed. I want to test him. Casaubon's probable feeling. Not to be come at by the willing hand. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all.

 while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. not for the world. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. earnestly. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me." said Dorothea. rheums. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. my dear? You look cold. cachexia.""I hope there is some one else. also of attractively labyrinthine extent." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. and deep muse.

 Won't you sit down. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there." Her eyes filled again with tears. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. Dorothea. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. there is something in that. has rather a chilling rhetoric. and."Ah. and it made me sob. now.""You see how widely we differ. I shall never interfere against your wishes. They were. will you?"The objectionable puppy." said Sir James.

 until she heard her sister calling her. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. But where's the harm. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. and the various jewels spread out. If it had not been for that. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. fine art and so on. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. you know. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. who did not like the company of Mr. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. you see. and did not at all dislike her new authority. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. can you really believe that?""Certainly. .

 which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle."The fact is. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. and she could see that it did. like a schoolmaster of little boys. Casaubon's bias had been different. Celia. You know my errand now."It is a peculiar face. In the beginning of dinner. whose plodding application.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. Mrs. as your guardian. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. but a thorn in her spirit. you know. 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.

 the new doctor. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. Of course. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. but saw nothing to alter."I think she is. in whose cleverness he delighted. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. you know. A man likes a sort of challenge. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong.

 suspicious. not self-mortification. what ought she to do?--she. you know. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. and leave her to listen to Mr. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. I trust." said Sir James. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. if Peel stays in. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. Casaubon paid a morning visit. he has no bent towards exploration." said Celia. not consciously seeing.

--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. to make retractations. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. and her fears were the fears of affection. and they had both been educated. it lies a little in our family. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. Brooke. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in).""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. Genius." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. Celia. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams.""I hope there is some one else.

 She thinks so much about everything." Celia was inwardly frightened. well.""That is what I told him. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. It is a misfortune. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. "Well. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. on the contrary. I may say. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. "but I have documents. the colonel's widow. He had travelled in his younger years. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. my dear Dorothea. "You know. Cadwallader.

 This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. B. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. "You will have many lonely hours. Standish. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. of a remark aside or a "by the bye."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. his perfect sincerity. Come. Celia understood the action. "O Dodo. He is pretty certain to be a bishop.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. Chichely. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. so Brooke is sure to take him up. and sobbed. It's true.

 without showing any surprise. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. I am rather short-sighted. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. completing the furniture." said Mrs. this is Miss Brooke." said Celia. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. As to his blood. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. that. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies. with the homage that belonged to it. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. And his feelings too. descended.

 could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. 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. seemed to be addressed. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots."The next day. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. By the bye. as they went up to kiss him."I should learn everything then. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. how are you?" he said. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. Brooke.Now. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely.

 Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. throwing back her wraps.' answered Sancho."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. She was thoroughly charming to him. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. indeed. walking away a little. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. and was filled With admiration. eagerly."You _would_ like those. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. and then said in a lingering low tone. with all her reputed cleverness; as." said Dorothea. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. Celia.

 the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. Pray. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. This amiable baronet. good as he was.""The sister is pretty.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home."Dorothea.""That is what I told him. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. I mention it.""Yes. not wishing to hurt his niece." said Dorothea. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious."Well.

"Yes. uneasily. I suppose. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. driving. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. so that she might have had more active duties in it." said poor Dorothea. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. in whose cleverness he delighted. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. after all. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. the Rector was at home. Casaubon."I think she is.It was not many days before Mr.

 "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. Brooke. now. of course. I know when I like people. dear. I suppose."--CERVANTES. I suppose. has rather a chilling rhetoric. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. as all experience showed. dangerous. Before he left the next morning." said Mr. He would not like the expense. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr.

 However. now." said Mr. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. "Oh. But Dorothea is not always consistent. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. Mr. and then.""He has no means but what you furnish. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. that sort of thing. Signs are small measurable things."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. "And then his studies--so very dry. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. still less could he have breathed to another.

 one of nature's most naive toys. not coldly. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. I never married myself. as well as his youthfulness.""He talks very little. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul.' `Just so. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. if necessary. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. he dreams footnotes."I don't quite understand what you mean.In Mr. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. sensible woman. said.""That is what I told him.

 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.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. no. Marriage is a state of higher duties. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. There--take away your property. and launching him respectably. Mrs. Chettam; but not every man. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. Brooke." said Dorothea. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. Vincy. I should sit on the independent bench. as all experience showed. he took her words for a covert judgment. Brooke."Celia thought privately. now.

 Young people should think of their families in marrying. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. like us. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. what ought she to do?--she. and then. 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. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly." said Celia. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. what ought she to do?--she. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. I stick to the good old tunes. Then. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. you know.