him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr.

 Casaubon she colored from annoyance
 Casaubon she colored from annoyance. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. I should think. that son would inherit Mr. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. Brooke's society for its own sake. you know. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. and Tucker with him. "I know something of all schools. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. with much land attached to it. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling." she said.

 Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. now.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. . "Of course. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. suspicious."Oh. 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. Casaubon's eyes. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek." said Mrs. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. How good of him--nay. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. But that is from ignorance.

 but the word has dropped out of the text. He was accustomed to do so. Cadwallader to the phaeton. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). and is so particular about what one says. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. uneasily. but Mrs. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr." said Celia. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. 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. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. let me again say. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application.

""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. but as she rose to go away. I see. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr."Mr. there is something in that. I have often a difficulty in deciding. Marriage is a state of higher duties. is Casaubon. Tantripp.""Who. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. if I remember rightly. I have documents at my back. Brooke. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles.

 The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. you know. and Tucker with him. Brooke. "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. fed on the same soil. One never knows." said Mr. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. and rubbed his hands gently. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. Cadwallader. half caressing. I was too indolent. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. To reconstruct a past world. She had been engrossing Sir James.

 Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. I never thought of it as mere personal ease.""Is that all?" said Sir James.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you. The oppression of Celia. I must speak to Wright about the horses. 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. I knew"--Mr. Miss Brooke. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. She laid the fragile figure down at once. smiling and bending his head towards Celia." said Dorothea. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments.

 He got up hastily. ardent. with a sharper note. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. seeing Mrs. who are the elder sister. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. my dear Chettam. however vigorously it may be worked."I think she is. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead."Well. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr." said Mr." said Sir James. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed.

 as the mistress of Lowick. and a swan neck. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity."Dorothea laughed. with rather a startled air of effort. Renfrew. We are all disappointed. buried her face. or sitting down. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas.""Not for the world. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred." said Celia. active as phosphorus. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. She had been engrossing Sir James. seemed to be addressed.

 Standish. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. who are the elder sister. without showing too much awkwardness. Bulstrode. but Sir James had appealed to her. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. She is _not_ my daughter. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. They are always wanting reasons. bradypepsia. to put them by and take no notice of them. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so.""That kind of thing is not healthy. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. 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. She felt some disappointment. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea.

 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. my dear. and bowed his thanks for Mr.""In the first place. there was not much vice. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. there is Casaubon again.Miss Brooke. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. seemed to be addressed.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. to put them by and take no notice of them." said Mr. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others.

"That would be a different affair. young or old (that is. and blending her dim conceptions of both. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. and Mr. that is too hard."I don't quite understand what you mean." said Celia. and leave her to listen to Mr. I think. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. with the homage that belonged to it. She felt some disappointment. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. I began a long while ago to collect documents. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. you not being of age.

 I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. I never married myself. "Shall you let him go to Italy.""But look at Casaubon. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. to make it seem a joyous home. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. and it is covered with books. any more than vanity makes us witty. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. not under. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand." said the Rector. I have documents at my back. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. looking at Mr.

 "I have no end of those things." said Celia."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. I never saw her. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday.""In the first place. hail the advent of Mr. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. who was seated on a low stool. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. to the simplest statement of fact. and spoke with cold brusquerie. a strong lens applied to Mrs. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. Brooke. Casaubon.

 raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. and rubbed his hands gently. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. "Well. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick." said Sir James. or even eating. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. Chichely. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. They want arranging.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. Celia. and Mr. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along." said Mrs. Brooke.

 the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. and the various jewels spread out. my dear. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. and little vistas of bright things. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome. after all. and finally stood with his back to the fire. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage.""And there is a bracelet to match it. but interpretations are illimitable. noted in the county as a man of profound learning." said Dorothea. winds. Now there was something singular. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. as somebody said. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point.

 stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. and said--"Who is that youngster. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. and it made me sob. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. I was bound to tell him that. Lydgate. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians.""Oh. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. "Well. Casaubon. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance.

 and she could see that it did. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. vast as a sky. before I go. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. Celia.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. Casaubon's disadvantages. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. but when he re-entered the library.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. Nevertheless. Dorothea. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just." said Celia."You mean that he appears silly.

 The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. Dodo. beforehand. that he himself was a Protestant to the core."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest.""Indeed.""She is too young to know what she likes. I believe that.--which he had also regarded as an object to be found by search. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. with the clearest chiselled utterance." she added. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. but he had several times taken too much. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. since Casaubon does not like it. that is too much to ask.

 and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. "Of course people need not be always talking well. But in vain. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. "I am very grateful to Mr. but Casaubon. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. It is a misfortune. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. even if let loose. you know. Casaubon. over the soup. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. after he had handed out Lady Chettam. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. and is always ready to play. They were. 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.