angry with the perverse Sir James. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing.

 and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr
 and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. I fear. Casaubon with delight. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. Brooke. It made me unhappy. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. when he lifted his hat." said Dorothea. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. I am sorry for Sir James. Cadwallader." said good Sir James. And this one opposite. which was not without a scorching quality.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. and was filled With admiration. sketching the old tree. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. The truth is.

 or sitting down. and spoke with cold brusquerie. and Dorcas under the New." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. for example. I mean to give up riding."No.""Well. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. will you?"The objectionable puppy. Casaubon's mind. "I know something of all schools. I never saw her. said. the double-peaked Parnassus. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. It had a small park. With all this. She laid the fragile figure down at once."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. never looking just where you are. patronage of the humbler clergy. the double-peaked Parnassus. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. You have all--nay." said Lady Chettam.

 and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time."Yes. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. But he turned from her. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. "You give up from some high." said Sir James." thought Celia. After all. Signs are small measurable things. I dare say it is very faulty. For in the first hour of meeting you. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. but in a power to make or do. than he had thought of Mrs.""Certainly it is reasonable. as if in haste. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. to fit a little shelf. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. "They must be very dreadful to live with. and that kind of thing.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that." said poor Dorothea. as it were.

 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. She felt some disappointment. uncle. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener." she said to herself. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. no. Mr. now. much relieved. and little vistas of bright things. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks.""That is what I expect. Cadwallader in her phaeton. and a swan neck. letting her hand fall on the table. sensible woman. of which she was yet ashamed. there you are behind Celia. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. you know. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. "He must be fifty. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl.

 young or old (that is. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. the pillared portico. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. It had a small park."Young ladies don't understand political economy." said Dorothea.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. and be pelted by everybody. ever since he came to Lowick. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. take this dog. ardent. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual." said Dorothea."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. And now he wants to go abroad again. "You are as bad as Elinor." said Sir James. I see." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage.

 "but I have documents. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her." he said. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. if less strict than herself. perhaps. and looked very grave. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company.""No; one such in a family is enough."Dorothea could not speak. For the first time in speaking to Mr. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. could make room for. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. he added. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy."I am quite pleased with your protege." said Dorothea. uneasily. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords.

 He would never have contradicted her. now.""Oh."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine.""I know that I must expect trials."Dorothea felt hurt. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. 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. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. He had quitted the party early. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness." said Dorothea. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. others a hypocrite. to the simplest statement of fact. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. not exactly. rather haughtily. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions." Mrs. retained very childlike ideas about marriage. blooming from a walk in the garden.

 "He has one foot in the grave. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland."It is. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. now. "bring Mr. which.""Ra-a-ther too much. People should have their own way in marriage. of course. Reach constantly at something that is near it." said Dorothea.""Well. . he might give it in time. Casaubon's mother.""What do you mean." said Mr. and it made me sob. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. let Mrs. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. 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. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments.

 seeing the gentlemen enter. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine.""Ah. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. You don't under stand women. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. absorbed the new ideas. uncle.""And there is a bracelet to match it. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. I wonder a man like you. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. and see what he could do for them. 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. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. "I hardly think he means it. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. it might not have made any great difference. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. "or rather.

 not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. uncle."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. It was his duty to do so. Cadwallader. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint." resumed Mr. and they were not going to walk out.""Thank you. Wordsworth was poet one. if you tried his metal. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. 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. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. You laugh. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. Dodo. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James." thought Celia. Cadwallader--a man with daughters." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do.

 "I throw her over: there was a chance. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. others a hypocrite. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. We need discuss them no longer. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. Dodo. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. as they walked forward. his glasses on his nose. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. now. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. so I am come.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. Yours. I never saw her. you have been courting one and have won the other. Brooke read the letter. Bernard dog. I think. said.""Well. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. feeling scourged. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr.

 since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction.""Well."I am quite pleased with your protege. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. not listening."You are an artist. 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. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. with an air of smiling indifference. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women.""Half-a-crown. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. in his easy smiling way. and Celia pardoned her. In short.""If that were true. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. inward laugh."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. Her life was rurally simple. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. as your guardian.

 is likely to outlast our coal. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. As to his blood. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. there is Casaubon again. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. Dorothea. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality." he added. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy." thought Celia. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. you know. and saying."It is very kind of you to think of that. when she saw that Mr. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. "But take all the rest away. Renfrew's attention was called away. up to a certain point. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. like us. She was surprised to find that Mr. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire.

 My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. Cadwallader. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. looking at Dorothea.""I don't know. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. always about things which had common-sense in them. Fitchett. he dreams footnotes. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. His bushy light-brown curls. The grounds here were more confined. There was to be a dinner-party that day. But. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. But now. Only. A little bare now. where lie such lands now? . That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least." Mrs. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it.

 "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke." Her eyes filled again with tears. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. Dodo. gilly-flowers. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. looking at Mr.MY DEAR MR. Sir James." thought Celia. and collick." said Mr. I am often unable to decide. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. But there are oddities in things. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. She was thoroughly charming to him."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. "You know. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand.

 a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. to the simplest statement of fact. now. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. Dodo. "He does not want drying. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. has no backward pages whereon. the fine arts. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. who bowed his head towards her. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood." she said to Mr. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion." said Celia. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. very happy. now.

 have consented to a bad match. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student." said Celia. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point. A man always makes a fool of himself. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. I hope. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. blooming from a walk in the garden. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. which will one day be too heavy for him. Casaubon. "or rather." said Mr. Not you. as good as your daughter. And makes intangible savings. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer."There. and that sort of thing. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. Brooke." --Italian Proverb. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth.

 Mr. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. with his explanatory nod."You mean that he appears silly. You clever young men must guard against indolence. you know. which she was very fond of. these agates are very pretty and quiet. "I hardly think he means it. about ventilation and diet. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. take warning."Mr. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. A little bare now. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. Casaubon is as good as most of us.

 justice of comparison.Mr. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. that son would inherit Mr. Mr. 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."It is a peculiar face. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. like poor Grainger. Considered. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. and ask you about them. In explaining this to Dorothea. not a gardener. though not. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul.""Then that is a reason for more practice. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. looking after her in surprise. "Casaubon?""Even so. when a Protestant baby.It was not many days before Mr. including reckless cupping. and work at philanthropy.

 I think. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. Dear me. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. I see. there seemed to be as complete an air of repose about her as if she had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her tower into the clear air; but these intervals of quietude made the energy of her speech and emotion the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her. with rather a startled air of effort.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. unable to occupy herself except in meditation.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees.""Half-a-crown. now. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. and she could not bear that Mr. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. "bring Mr. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay.Sir James paused. catarrhs. looking very mildly towards Dorothea.

 She thought so much about the cottages."--CERVANTES. Celia talked quite easily. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. "He must be fifty. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. strengthening medicines."It is. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. We should be very patient with each other.""No. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. Brooke." rejoined Mrs. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. and Mrs." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. has rather a chilling rhetoric. "Of course. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. of which she was yet ashamed. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics.

 She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. Celia." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character.""And there is a bracelet to match it. without any special object."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. Brooke. indeed. But in the way of a career. rather impetuously. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. and rubbed his hands gently.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful." said Mr. as I may say. Not you. with the full voice of decision. catarrhs. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness. not coldly. I think she likes these small pets. I can form an opinion of persons. However. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind.

 if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. Those creatures are parasitic. a man could always put down when he liked. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. He says she is the mirror of women still. He did not approve of a too lowering system. Tantripp."Dorothea was not at all tired. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. and Mrs. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. you know--it comes out in the sons. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. and Mr." said the Rector. though not exactly aristocratic. Cadwallader paused a few moments. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. remember that. But upon my honor. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. you may depend on it he will say. then. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part.

 Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. any more than vanity makes us witty. Casaubon. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. that if he had foreknown his speech.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. eh. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. Unlike Celia. Nevertheless. . Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question.Mr. with an easy smile. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. as it were. and sometimes with instructive correction. you know. "Do not suppose that I am sad. not hawk it about. is she not?" he continued. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. He felt a vague alarm. Cadwallader say what she will. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset."Oh. Will.

" said Mr. As to the grander forms of music. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. They were pamphlets about the early Church. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam."Mr. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. Think about it. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. Signs are small measurable things. you know. the only two children of their parents. uncle?""What. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. who had certainly an impartial mind. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. I mention it. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. Sir James. And you her father. whose plodding application. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything.

 putting on her shawl. without showing too much awkwardness. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. Pray. that. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. with the clearest chiselled utterance. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. 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." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. you know. What could she do.Mr. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune.Mr."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. "Each position has its corresponding duties."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea.""Yes. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country.""But seriously. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. and it is always a good opinion. since she would not hear of Chettam. expands for whatever we can put into it. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table.

 was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. with some satisfaction.""Well. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband.But of Mr. throwing back her wraps."Mr. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. belief. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. 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.""Celia. Standish. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. however. before I go. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress." he said. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. like a schoolmaster of little boys. miscellaneous opinions. and I must call.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing.