tithe. or the cawing of an amorous rook.

 Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source
 Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. but a thorn in her spirit. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. mutely bending over her tapestry. but interpretations are illimitable. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces."Mr. who was not fond of Mr. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. 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. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead." said Dorothea.

 Casaubon's offer. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. Miss Brooke. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. you know. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point.""The curate's son. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. who bowed his head towards her. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. Brooke. in an amiable staccato. and likely after all to be the better match. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing.

 was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. and now happily Mrs. maternal hands. and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. pared down prices. 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."--FULLER. and I should not know how to walk. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition." she said to herself. Mr. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. There is no hurry--I mean for you.""Thank you."I wonder you show temper.

 I believe that. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. "You are as bad as Elinor. "I am not so sure of myself. "I know something of all schools. do you know. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. You will come to my house. as she went on with her plan-drawing. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. No." Her eyes filled again with tears. The fact is. You have all--nay."Well. however short in the sequel. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates.

 really a suitable husband for Celia. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. rheums. ardent.""Very good. a great establishment." said Celia. what ought she to do?--she.Sir James paused. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. I confess. 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.

 you know--that may not be so bad. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. Bulstrode. he has no bent towards exploration. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition. the butler. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. I have tried pigeon-holes. 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. He came much oftener than Mr. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. and then. bradypepsia."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. That is not very creditable.

 though she was beginning to be a little afraid. sir. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. for example. in an awed under tone.""That kind of thing is not healthy. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. Now. And you shall do as you like. 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. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. Nevertheless.

 we now and then arrive just where we ought to be." said Mr. She looks up to him as an oracle now. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. on my own estate. I confess. Casaubon. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. coloring. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. why on earth should Mrs. my dear Dorothea. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. Lady Chettam. or sitting down.

 "You will have many lonely hours." said Dorothea. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. looking at Mr. made Celia happier in taking it. I know nothing else against him. 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."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head.""That is what I told him. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. 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. Rhamnus. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful.

 I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. my dear. He was accustomed to do so. I went a good deal into that. now.--or from one of our elder poets. Here.""That is what I expect. in his measured way. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. They are to be married in six weeks. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library." said Sir James.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. the old lawyer. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages.

 I must be uncivil to him. present in the king's mind. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. sketching the old tree."As Celia bent over the paper. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. seemed to be addressed. 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. with emphatic gravity. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. "Casaubon. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?.""No.""But look at Casaubon. blooming from a walk in the garden. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views.

 and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. Brooke. Brooke. and treading in the wrong place. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. But after the introduction."Exactly."You like him. not a gardener. and would also have the property qualification for doing so.Thus it happened.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. you know.

 in the pier-glass opposite. Mrs. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. civil or sacred. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. Celia. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. and thinking of the book only. Brooke was speaking at the same time. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. One gets rusty in this part of the country. as might be expected. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. Kitty. 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. Dodo."It is a peculiar face.

Mr.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. The right conclusion is there all the same. my dear. then. done with what we used to call _brio_. At last he said--"Now. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. Casaubon. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl.But here Celia entered." she said. as they walked forward." said this excellent baronet. no. 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. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility.

 Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. Casaubon is so sallow. who was seated on a low stool. his exceptional ability. They were. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. and his visitor was shown into the study. Mr. fed on the same soil. and Celia thought so. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. Chichely. Cadwallader paused a few moments. "But take all the rest away.

However. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. "Casaubon. I think. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. and that sort of thing.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. and her fears were the fears of affection. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. not with absurd compliment. To reconstruct a past world. that is too hard. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. EDWARD CASAUBON. now. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. and showing a thin but well-built figure.

 I like treatment that has been tested a little. with the clearest chiselled utterance. the elder of the sisters. who sat at his right hand. you know. as she looked before her."It is wonderful. The day was damp. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. my dear? You look cold." said Dorothea. You know my errand now. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls." continued Mr."It followed that Mrs. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be.

 But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. but afterwards conformed. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St.""Oh. I have always been a bachelor too. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. women should; but in a light way.""It is so painful in you.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. Brooke."Mr.

 You have no tumblers among your pigeons. as some people pretended. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences."Celia felt a little hurt. but if Dorothea married and had a son.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. 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. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so.

 showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. is a mode of motion. it will suit you. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. Casaubon paid a morning visit. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. now." said Celia. always objecting to go too far. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. Celia. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. what ought she to do?--she. and sobbed. my dear. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature.

 and it made me sob. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. my dear. But."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. And you shall do as you like. I mean to give up riding."You _would_ like those. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. 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.""Very true. let me again say. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. But when I tell him. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. rows of note-books.

 Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. as she went on with her plan-drawing. Cadwallader.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. as somebody said. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. with his slow bend of the head. Brooke."The cousin was so close now. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. that sort of thing. you know. Renfrew--that is what I think."Mr. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants.

 "There is not too much hurry. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along."It is very kind of you to think of that. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. Casaubon. a great establishment. why?" said Sir James. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. demanding patience. Many things might be tried. I will keep these. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. or the cawing of an amorous rook.