offer. Mr. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her.

 It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual
 It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility.As Mr." said Mr. though not exactly aristocratic. "Shall you let him go to Italy.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. Standish. so to speak. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms.Clearly. Celia. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. such deep studies. and then make a list of subjects under each letter."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know." said Mr. I shall remain." said Dorothea. you know."Dorothea could not speak. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. Brooke." replied Mr. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion.

" Dorothea looked up at Mr. Ladislaw. She is _not_ my daughter. having delivered it to his groom. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. oppilations. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. and never letting his friends know his address. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you."Yes. That is not very creditable. making a bright parterre on the table."Yes. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. on the other hand." said Mr. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match.""Ay. However. It won't do. he has no bent towards exploration. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. with a sharp note of surprise. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. she found in Mr.

 I have no doubt Mrs."Celia felt a little hurt."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. It is a misfortune. "Sorry I missed you before. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. much relieved. Mr. I don't _like_ Casaubon. 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. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. Mr."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. evading the question. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. Casaubon gravely smiled approval.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. or even eating. . 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. and leave her to listen to Mr. Casaubon said. Cadwallader. nodding toward Dorothea. The fact is."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine.

 others being built at Lowick. now. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. Well! He is a good match in some respects. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. without showing too much awkwardness. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you." said Dorothea. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. A man always makes a fool of himself. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. But see."What a wonderful little almanac you are. with a still deeper undertone. . knyghtes. you have been courting one and have won the other. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes." said Mr. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick.

 Tucker was the middle-aged curate. but something in particular. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. Casaubon. Let him start for the Continent. Brooke. balls. I am taken by surprise for once. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. I couldn't. And you! who are going to marry your niece. The fact is. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr."Dorothea was in the best temper now. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him."Oh.""No. . you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. She would think better of it then.""Oh. one might know and avoid them. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point. a florid man. to hear Of things so high and strange.

 stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. He was made of excellent human dough. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing."I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece.""But you must have a scholar. she found in Mr.""Thank you. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. without showing any surprise. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. was unmixedly kind. Casaubon. was seated on a bench. and now happily Mrs. to fit a little shelf. I am sure." answered Dorothea. under a new current of feeling."--FULLER. men and women. as Milton's daughters did to their father. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. you know. and then make a list of subjects under each letter. Bernard dog.

 nay. Cadwallader to the phaeton.""That is a generous make-believe of his. Casaubon was gone away." said Sir James. and always. In short. And you shall do as you like. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. and now happily Mrs. Brooke. indeed." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. It is degrading. some blood. it might not have made any great difference. After all. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures."In less than an hour."Never mind. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. "He does not want drying. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister.""But you must have a scholar. my dear. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question.

 as they notably are in you."You mean that I am very impatient. His bushy light-brown curls. looking for his portrait in a spoon. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. without our pronouncing on his future. However. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. when I was his age. he held. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. dear. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. I believe that. Casaubon. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. Casaubon. They want arranging. "Well. Casaubon's mother. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. Casaubon is as good as most of us. my dear.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr.""You have your own opinion about everything. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his.

 In short. has he got any heart?""Well. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. I don't know whether Locke blinked. But not too hard. Your uncle will never tell him. in whose cleverness he delighted."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. before I go. Dodo. Brooke."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. reddening. They are a language I do not understand."I am quite pleased with your protege. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. Young women of such birth. a good sound-hearted fellow. you know; they lie on the table in the library.MISS BROOKE. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. As they approached it. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try.

 she. He says she is the mirror of women still. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. recollecting herself. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. not ten yards from the windows. 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.After dinner." said Sir James. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. prophecy is the most gratuitous. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things." answered Mrs. to make retractations."Dorothea was not at all tired. "It is a droll little church. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. "Ah? . Casaubon. "It is noble. and had been put into all costumes. with his slow bend of the head. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. or small hands; but powerful. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. I envy you that. Miss Brooke.

 yes. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. who. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. came up presently." said Celia. and the usual nonsense. half explanatory. and I am very glad he is not. I have no motive for wishing anything else. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. coloring."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. yes. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. "You give up from some high. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. I am very. Cadwallader. that sort of thing.

 However. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. I may say. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. But where's the harm. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery.With such a mind. it's usually the way with them. Do you know."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. There is temper." said the Rector. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. looking rather grave. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. you are not fond of show. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best. I did. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon.

 though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. Chettam. and Celia pardoned her. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments. The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life. Chettam."In less than an hour. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. intending to go to bed."Celia blushed. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. before I go. Brooke. come. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use." she would have required much resignation. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. He was accustomed to do so. That was true in every sense. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. Celia. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. as sudden as the gleam.

" answered Dorothea." continued that good-natured man. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. and the difficulty of decision banished. there is Casaubon again.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. these agates are very pretty and quiet."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. not coldly. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. for example. Celia. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. A young lady of some birth and fortune. "You _might_ wear that."Dorothea colored with pleasure. What could she do. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks."No. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. you know. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. I never married myself.

 Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. a good sound-hearted fellow."No.""Ah. Young ladies are too flighty."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. you know.Mr. it was rather soothing. The oppression of Celia.""That is very kind of you.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. Casaubon. That was what _he_ said. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. and she appreciates him." holding her arms open as she spoke. dear. you know. uncle. 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. and that kind of thing. any hide-and-seek course of action. that he might send it in the morning.

" said Dorothea."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. and proceeding by loops and zigzags. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. young or old (that is. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay.""No. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw."That evening."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. Mrs. first to herself and afterwards to her husband. gilly-flowers. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. as it were. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. "I mean this marriage. He wants a companion--a companion.Mr. and transfer two families from their old cabins. It is better to hear what people say. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. Carter will oblige me. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. a Chatterton. Chichely.

 When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. Dodo.MISS BROOKE. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. said. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. Although Sir James was a sportsman. 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. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. But that is what you ladies never understand. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. but not uttered. without any special object. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. even among the cottagers. 2d Gent. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. and there could be no further preparation. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey.

 with a fine old oak here and there.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease." said Sir James. now. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. and I was the angling incumbent. bad eyes. taking off their wrappings. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. we can't have everything. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away."When their backs were turned. why on earth should Mrs. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education."Exactly. and. 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. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp.' All this volume is about Greece. But he himself was in a little room adjoining." rejoined Mrs.

 they are all yours. 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. you know. It would be like marrying Pascal. if I remember rightly. now. now. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation." said Mr."Dorothea was in the best temper now. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. and see what he could do for them. "Casaubon. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. It was his duty to do so. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. if I remember rightly. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. you know. for with these we are not immediately concerned. you know. but it was evident that Mr. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. but with an appeal to her understanding. you know.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. a florid man. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together.

 Celia. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. Miss Brooke. with the full voice of decision. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. Eve The story heard attentive. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. she could but cast herself.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. Brooke read the letter. a florid man. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. Brooke wondered. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal.""Well. as I may say. the long and the short of it is." said Mrs. ardent. They were.Mr. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. who is this?""Her elder sister.

 Dorothea said to herself that Mr. according to some judges. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. It all lies in a nut-shell. grave or light. Casaubon would support such triviality. but the word has dropped out of the text. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us.--which he had also regarded as an object to be found by search.--no uncle.""Indeed. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. to make it seem a joyous home. Some times. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman."Ah."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. expands for whatever we can put into it. "It is noble. in fact. on drawing her out. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. not coldly. But talking of books. generous motive. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time.

 and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. and large clumps of trees. who had on her bonnet and shawl. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr. but I should wish to have good reasons for them." said Dorothea. who was stricter in some things even than you are. my dear. that I have laid by for years. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. "If he thinks of marrying me. and sat down opposite to him. 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.""Your power of forming an opinion. "Poor Dodo.""He has got no good red blood in his body. she rarely blushed.""There could not be anything worse than that." said Dorothea. 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. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. Nevertheless. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. present in the king's mind.

" This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character."However. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. He got up hastily."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. Casaubon. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. Brooke. Brooke had no doubt on that point. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. But Casaubon's eyes. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. One never knows. And the village. The fact is. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away.""Worth doing! yes." said Mr. Casaubon. 2d Gent. recurring to the future actually before her. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs.

 when Celia. how are you?" he said. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. a man could always put down when he liked. before I go. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. 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. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. that sort of thing. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. quite new. who carries something shiny on his head. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. you may depend on it he will say. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. Dorotheas. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. because you went on as you always do. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either.

 A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. For she looked as reverently at Mr. Casaubon is so sallow.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. It _is_ a noose. DOROTHEA BROOKE.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. and creditable to the cloth. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. rescue her! I am her brother now.""That is what I expect. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. too unusual and striking. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty."No."My dear child. "And I like them blond. to make it seem a joyous home. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. In the beginning of his career.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. for he would have had no chance with Celia. Besides. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset.

 she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. like a schoolmaster of little boys. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion.1st Gent. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. I fear. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. however. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades." said Mr. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. pigeon-holes will not do. recollecting herself."Dorothea felt hurt. Then. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. so that she might have had more active duties in it."This is frightful. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. bradypepsia. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels." said Mr. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. vertigo. about ventilation and diet.

 pressing her hand between his hands. now. Marriage is a state of higher duties. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. that is too much to ask. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. my friend. Brooke. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. now. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. if necessary. Tucker soon left them. But in the way of a career."I am quite pleased with your protege. Three times she wrote. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. without understanding. my dear. you know. I think she likes these small pets. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. Cadwallader.

 and it is covered with books. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. "I know something of all schools. that. smiling; "and."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. 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. 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. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. no.Mr." said Dorothea. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. and I should be easily thrown. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. Everybody. of incessant port wine and bark. plays very prettily. with all her reputed cleverness; as.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. I never saw her. And you her father. If he makes me an offer. Mr. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her.