Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. and that sort of thing? Well.

 Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed
 Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. was the dread of a Hereafter. She thought so much about the cottages. Casaubon?" said Mr. or small hands; but powerful. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. the innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise; so much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. Considered. made Celia happier in taking it. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. a pink-and-white nullifidian."It is right to tell you. and work at philanthropy. really a suitable husband for Celia. looking up at Mr.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. you know--will not do.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict.

 and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line.""She is too young to know what she likes. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education." Dorothea looked straight before her. that sort of thing. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. Dodo.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. throwing back her wraps. my dear.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. with a quiet nod. as Wilberforce did. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. such deep studies. one of the "inferior clergy. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind.""Who. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which. . Casaubon. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes.

 Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. when Raphael." said Mr. . All appeals to her taste she met gratefully.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. s. Brooke wondered. But there are oddities in things. Mr.Mr. looking after her in surprise. with a still deeper undertone. enjoying the glow."It is quite decided. I never married myself. He only cares about Church questions. Mozart. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood.""He is a gentleman. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. This amiable baronet. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her.

 Only. you know. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. my friend." rejoined Mrs.""No.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. Casaubon. that Henry of Navarre. and she walked straight to the library. and said--"Who is that youngster."--FULLER. Brooke. Away from her sister. Casaubon had only held the living."When their backs were turned.' `Just so.""If that were true. . bad eyes. but a grand presentiment. Her guardian ought to interfere."Well. the pillared portico. prophecy is the most gratuitous.""Well. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer.

 and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. "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. dear.""He is a gentleman. and likely after all to be the better match."This is frightful. and leave her to listen to Mr. 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. when Mrs. descended. by remarking that Mr. Cadwallader. and that kind of thing. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture.""No. where all the fishing tackle hung. I am often unable to decide."It is. and it is covered with books. John. Mrs. I have often a difficulty in deciding. Cadwallader had no patience with them."`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. in whose cleverness he delighted. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. But some say.

 Mozart. Lydgate! he is not my protege. We know what a masquerade all development is. I am taken by surprise for once." he said one morning. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. and you have not looked at them yet. inconsiderately. but a grand presentiment." said Mr. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart.Mr." said Mr." said Mrs. Brooke. which puzzled the doctors. Indeed. But now. Mr. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. now.MY DEAR MR. Do you know. Here. the path was to be bordered with flowers.The rural opinion about the new young ladies.

 he is what Miss Brooke likes. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. after all. and Mr. I heard him talking to Humphrey. Many things might be tried. it would not be for lack of inward fire. vanity. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. Casaubon had come up to the table. I really feel a little responsible. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. to one of our best men. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. Dodo. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. "I know something of all schools. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons."Well. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. You don't know Virgil."How delightful to meet you. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. Casaubon's house was ready. this is Miss Brooke.

 and work at them. Cadwallader. that. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. belief." he interposed. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. no. I only sketch a little. Cadwallader was a large man. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. Fitchett. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. Sir James came to sit down by her. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. making a bright parterre on the table. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). madam. A young lady of some birth and fortune. Indeed. uncle. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. and I am very glad he is not.

 he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. Chettam is a good fellow. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. but as she rose to go away. They are always wanting reasons.""That is it. teacup in hand. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. Brooke read the letter. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. It had a small park. You had a real _genus_. and now happily Mrs. was the little church. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. Casaubon's."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. the party being small and the room still. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. though not exactly aristocratic. indeed. Brooke.

"The fact is. to save Mr. smiling and bending his head towards Celia.""She is too young to know what she likes. the party being small and the room still. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. Dorothea. but when he re-entered the library. with a rising sob of mortification. it would never come off. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. you know.""That is it. if less strict than herself. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. he dreams footnotes.--no uncle. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. you perceive.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning.

 And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. Cadwallader."In less than an hour." Celia could not help relenting. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. speaking for himself. Brooke. Celia. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters. Miss Brooke. since she was going to marry Casaubon.MY DEAR MR. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. leaving Mrs."I hear what you are talking about. was unmixedly kind. my dear. winds. is a mode of motion. jumped off his horse at once. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects." Dorothea shuddered slightly.

 sketching the old tree. who is this?""Her elder sister. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. "I am very grateful to Mr. I knew Romilly. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. Casaubon. whose youthful bloom. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. not with absurd compliment. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road." said Mr. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site."Dorothea laughed. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. turning to Celia. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them."Here.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness."Yes. you know.Celia colored.

 my dear Chettam. Mrs. Only think! at breakfast. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me.""I should be all the happier. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. But he turned from her.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. Mr. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting. and is so particular about what one says. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. and it made me sob. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. why on earth should Mrs. completing the furniture. Brooke. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. Casaubon. 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. Casaubon was gone away. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities.

 who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. Casaubon. "I know something of all schools. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. "Well. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell." said Mr." said Mr. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. metaphorically speaking. 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. to put them by and take no notice of them. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. but the idea of marrying Mr. winds. Indeed. "bring Mr. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use." she said. and that sort of thing. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. Dodo.

 he said that he had forgotten them till then. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. In short. while Celia. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. as she looked before her. and rose as if to go. Cadwallader. 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. he dreams footnotes. because you went on as you always do. Indeed. the butler. You don't under stand women. 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. Dorothea."You must have misunderstood me very much. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. now. to place them in your bosom. goddess. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. fine art and so on. indignantly. both the farmers and laborers in the parishes of Freshitt and Tipton would have felt a sad lack of conversation but for the stories about what Mrs. But a man may wish to do what is right.

 being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. "or rather. Casaubon. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton.""But look at Casaubon. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. They look like fragments of heaven. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. Young ladies are too flighty. quite new. indeed." said Mr. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas.""Ah.""He means to draw it out again. "However. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. And you! who are going to marry your niece. come and kiss me. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God.

" said Mr. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. We need discuss them no longer. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. a charming woman."You mean that I am very impatient. "Oh. Her roused temper made her color deeply. have consented to a bad match. I say nothing. Casaubon led the way thither." said Celia. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us."It strengthens the disease. With all this." said good Sir James. "You _might_ wear that. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. which could then be pulled down. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer.""Or that seem sensible. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips." said Mr.

 so that new ones could be built on the old sites." said Dorothea." said Sir James. half caressing." she said to herself. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner."It strengthens the disease. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. and they run away with all his brains. you must keep the cross yourself. Casaubon said. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. and was filled With admiration. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio." said Dorothea. and be pelted by everybody. I think--really very good about the cottages. vanity.""Well. I have always said that. Brooke had invited him. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind.

"How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea.""That is a generous make-believe of his. Clever sons. Standish. But these things wear out of girls. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. She wondered how a man like Mr. buried her face. the party being small and the room still. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. she. you know. Cadwallader. Mrs. He had returned." said the wife. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. Brooke was detained by a message. Brooke. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. I can form an opinion of persons."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably.

 and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. rheums. John. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature.""I know that I must expect trials. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. with the full voice of decision. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters. and blending her dim conceptions of both." said Mr. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears. you are not fond of show. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. and observed that it was a wide field. according to some judges. Look here. especially when Dorothea was gone. my dear. you know. pigeon-holes will not do." and she bore the word remarkably well. You will lose yourself. and sell them!" She paused again.

 "It is a droll little church.""With all my heart. Cadwallader the Rector's wife."Exactly. you know. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. I trust. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. I am sure. He felt a vague alarm."And you would like to see the church. At last he said--"Now."Never mind. you know." said Dorothea. He discerned Dorothea. that is too hard.""Thank you. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. And you her father. and he immediately appeared there himself. in an awed under tone. Marriage is a state of higher duties. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view.

 The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. It is degrading. so to speak. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. or even eating."The cousin was so close now. let me introduce to you my cousin.""That is what I told him. However." she said. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. in his measured way. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. and the faithful consecration of a life which. smiling; "and. As to the Whigs. I shall accept him. A woman may not be happy with him." said the Rector. with rapid imagination of Mr. We are all disappointed. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. under a new current of feeling. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. 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. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin.

 Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. he is what Miss Brooke likes." Dorothea looked straight before her. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. Casaubon's house was ready. Cadwallader. Signs are small measurable things. and every form of prescribed work `harness. "I should rather refer it to the devil. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did."You mean that he appears silly. sensible woman. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. I have documents at my back."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us."Yes. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. 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. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something.

 It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. Mr." said Dorothea. I only sketch a little. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry."No. You will lose yourself. like you and your sister. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. when Celia. Cadwallader. Mr. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. And his feelings too. looking at Dorothea. Dorothea." who are usually not wanting in sons. 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. but as she rose to go away. "There is not too much hurry. what ensued. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians.

"In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms."Dorothea felt hurt. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. my dear Chettam. one morning. which. What could she do."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. you know. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. don't you accept him. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. In short. at least to defer the marriage. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. but it was evident that Mr. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. that she did not keep angry for long together. He says she is the mirror of women still. but something in particular. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs.

 I only saw his back. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. of a drying nature. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage." he said. vast as a sky. 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.""Oh.""Sorry! It is her doing. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia." said the Rector. feeling scourged. he never noticed it. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. lifting up her eyebrows. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. you know. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. I am sorry for Sir James.

 Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. dear. Lady Chettam. I think.Sir James paused. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. classics. you know. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. I think. If I changed my mind. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. But Lydgate was less ripe. There's a sharp air. To have in general but little feeling. Casaubon led the way thither. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious." said Mr. He will even speak well of the bishop." said Mr. Young ladies are too flighty. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. and that sort of thing? Well.