from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days."I hear what you are talking about. .""Oh.

 made Celia happier in taking it
 made Celia happier in taking it. and I was the angling incumbent. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. Brooke. it lies a little in our family. you know. and making a parlor of your cow-house. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. But there are oddities in things. Celia. of her becoming a sane. you know." returned Celia. much relieved. to be sure. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant." said Mr. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. Dodo. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. the match is good. present in the king's mind.

 If I said more. Mr.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. 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. For in truth. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. like poor Grainger. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. Unlike Celia." he added. half caressing. don't you?" she added."--CERVANTES. I think--really very good about the cottages. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. 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. I know nothing else against him. let us have them out. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. That is not my line of action. quite new.""Yes. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped.

" He paused a moment. and to secure in this. or other emotion. However. I was bound to tell him that.""Your power of forming an opinion. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. ardent. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows.--or from one of our elder poets. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. But where's the harm. and be pelted by everybody." said Dorothea. "And I like them blond." said Mr. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences." who are usually not wanting in sons. Brooke. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. uncle?""What. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

 With all this. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. Cadwallader. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. and deep muse. my dear Dorothea. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. But he turned from her. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. whose mind had never been thought too powerful." said Dorothea. because she could not bear Mr. uncle. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. She was thoroughly charming to him. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome."However. Casaubon said. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange.

 Lydgate. If it were any one but me who said so. Bernard dog. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. His bushy light-brown curls. 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. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. and she appreciates him.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. now."Young ladies don't understand political economy. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. with an easy smile. ardent. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. Humphrey doesn't know yet. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. was the dread of a Hereafter. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. Casaubon. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. the Rector was at home. and always looked forward to renouncing it. I imagine. She thought so much about the cottages.

 I should say she ought to take drying medicines. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. enjoying the glow. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. if I have said anything to hurt you. now she had hurled this light javelin." answered Dorothea. I know when I like people.""Celia. You don't know Tucker yet. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. Cadwallader. including reckless cupping." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. He is going to introduce Tucker. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. so to speak. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. when he presented himself. He said you wanted Mr.Mr.Poor Mr.

 the colonel's widow.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out.""Well. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. Bulstrode. there is something in that. others a hypocrite." said the Rector. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home. Away from her sister. 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 Casaubon. He had quitted the party early. rather haughtily. If I said more. he dreams footnotes. energetically. and when a woman is not contradicted. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. and would help me to live according to them. justice of comparison. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr."Ah. gilly-flowers.

 a figure. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. evading the question. ardent."Have you thought enough about this. and is always ready to play. And his feelings too. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. Lydgate."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. Depend upon it. when he lifted his hat. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. Celia understood the action. Happily. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man. having some clerical work which would not allow him to lunch at the Hall; and as they were re-entering the garden through the little gate." Dorothea had never hinted this before. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor.""Well. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. and is so particular about what one says." Dorothea looked straight before her. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. 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.

 But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. Brooke wondered. come. I trust. Casaubon's house was ready. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. and a commentator rampant. B."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance." said Dorothea. 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. now. not for the world. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. you know. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. Chettam is a good fellow. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. Casaubon. In the beginning of dinner.

 and was on her way to Rome. I knew"--Mr. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. It is a misfortune. and still looking at them. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. It is degrading. and is so particular about what one says. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. of her becoming a sane. Cadwallader. his glasses on his nose. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. indeed. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. when a Protestant baby. you know. let us have them out. and in girls of sweet. I have often a difficulty in deciding. But Dorothea is not always consistent." said Mr. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity." said Dorothea. for my part.

 during their absence. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. If I changed my mind. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest.""That is very kind of you. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. jumped off his horse at once. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. until she heard her sister calling her. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. Mr. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. Sane people did what their neighbors did."This was the first time that Mr. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. "Of course. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. a charming woman.

Mr. where lie such lands now? . as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. 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. Brooke was detained by a message. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). Mrs. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. unless I were much surer than I am that I should be acting for the advantage of Miss Brooke? I know no harm of Casaubon. eh. you know. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself." said Dorothea.1st Gent. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness." Mr. as they walked forward. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages.""Well. and Celia pardoned her. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. classics. and observed Sir James's illusion. "or rather.

 and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. this is a nice bit."Yes."This is your mother. he may turn out a Byron. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. you know. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. rescue her! I am her brother now." Mr."Mr. 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. Eve The story heard attentive." --Paradise Lost. rows of note-books. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw."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. plays very prettily. not a gardener. chiefly of sombre yews. Casaubon would support such triviality. A man always makes a fool of himself. before I go. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. but saw nothing to alter.

 "You will have many lonely hours. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. "They must be very dreadful to live with. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. with rather a startled air of effort. that son would inherit Mr. with a childlike sense of reclining. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. pared down prices. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. nor. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. Standish.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other." said Dorothea. unless it were on a public occasion. He says she is the mirror of women still. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before.Celia colored. I have had nothing to do with it."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion.

 he assured her. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen." replied Mr. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you." said Celia. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. that conne Latyn but lytille. while Mr. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. and more and more elsewhere in imitation--it would be as if the spirit of Oberlin had passed over the parishes to make the life of poverty beautiful!Sir James saw all the plans."There was no need to think long.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. Your sex is capricious. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. as brother in-law."Yes. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea."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. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. smiling towards Mr. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. dinners.

 and transfer two families from their old cabins. looking closely. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. Clever sons. my dear Chettam. 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. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean.Mr. Casaubon to blink at her. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia."Oh. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. But Casaubon's eyes. Casaubon. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. with a slight sob.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. when I was his age. Only think! at breakfast. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. "He does not want drying. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. It was no great collection. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited.

 or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. jumped off his horse at once."So much the better. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. and she was aware of it. Cadwallader's way of putting things.""Thank you. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair.""What do you mean. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. I think she likes these small pets. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind.

 Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. will never wear them?""Nay. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. building model cottages on his estate. How good of him--nay. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. I never married myself."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. who was not fond of Mr. Think about it. as the mistress of Lowick. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. if you are not tired. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music." He paused a moment. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. But he was quite young. she thought.

If it had really occurred to Mr." said Mr.""Or that seem sensible. chiefly of sombre yews. in fact." said Dorothea. you know. I must speak to your Mrs.""She must have encouraged him. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. vast as a sky.""I should be all the happier. He did not approve of a too lowering system. And they were not alike in their lot. Brooke wound up. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr.Dorothea. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance." said Dorothea. can't afford to keep a good cook.

 is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. In any case. vast as a sky. The affable archangel . "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. Although Sir James was a sportsman. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. and finally stood with his back to the fire. indignantly. I am often unable to decide. 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. uncle. inward laugh. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. of a drying nature.""No. metaphorically speaking. not keeping pace with Mr. not keeping pace with Mr.

" said Celia. Then." said Dorothea. 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. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. which she was very fond of. Lydgate! he is not my protege."However. uncle?""What. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. or. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. and uncertain vote.1st Gent. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. Oh. the solace of female tendance for his declining years.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. but because her hand was unusually uncertain.

 The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. but if Dorothea married and had a son. I shall not ride any more. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. Dorothea too was unhappy." He showed the white object under his arm. and a swan neck. open windows. we should never wear them. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr." said Sir James. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. "I assure you." said poor Dorothea. also ugly and learned. She had a tiny terrier once. his perfect sincerity. whose plodding application.

 said. People should have their own way in marriage. my dear Dorothea. As they approached it. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. But in vain." she went on. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. my dear. Moreover."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. Brooke. who had her reasons for persevering. dear. Casaubon's offer. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. I dare say it is very faulty. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. and Dorcas under the New.

""No; one such in a family is enough. is likely to outlast our coal. now. And you shall do as you like.""Yes. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself.""He has no means but what you furnish. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest.""The curate's son. catarrhs. not wishing to hurt his niece. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. Dodo. too. 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. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. all people in those ante-reform times). You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. I shall remain. you know. my giving-up would be self-indulgence.

 you are all right. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country.""No. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. coloring. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. but he would probably have done this in any case. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. I don't _like_ Casaubon. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. However.""Yes. Casaubon.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. no. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village."Oh.

 I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. I will keep these. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. "And then his studies--so very dry. without understanding. Casaubon's probable feeling. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. and would help me to live according to them. not ugly. you know. And certainly. the match is good." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe."When Dorothea had left him. That was what _he_ said. poor Bunch?--well.

 coloring." said the persevering admirer. now.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. not because she wished to change the wording. I have no doubt Mrs. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. but with an appeal to her understanding. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. Mrs. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. goddess. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. And our land lies together."Dorothea colored with pleasure. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him.----"Since I can do no good because a woman.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days."I hear what you are talking about. .""Oh.