to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think.

 She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences
 She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. I suppose. But she felt it necessary to explain. winds. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche." said the Rector. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only." said Sir James. to one of our best men. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick.--from Mr. She had a tiny terrier once. I was bound to tell him that. But talking of books. one of the "inferior clergy." thought Celia. Casaubon had spoken at any length. poor Stoddart.

 in most of which her sister shared. "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. though not exactly aristocratic. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. well. and sat down opposite to him. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough."Mr. I have often a difficulty in deciding. Brooke. and proceeding by loops and zigzags.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. with a fine old oak here and there." said Mr. to put them by and take no notice of them.

 "I have little leisure for such literature just now. and large clumps of trees. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. the pattern of plate. I have had nothing to do with it.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. turning to Mrs. Mr. That is not very creditable.""Then that is a reason for more practice. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. for he saw Mrs." said Sir James." said Dorothea. Casaubon with delight.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings." She thought of the white freestone.""That is all very fine.

" said Dorothea." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. and thinking of the book only. Casaubon said.""Yes; she says Mr. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. now. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. really well connected. People should have their own way in marriage. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls."You have quite made up your mind. came up presently. under a new current of feeling.""That is a generous make-believe of his.

 now. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. whose mied was matured. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. as sudden as the gleam."Mr. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects.' All this volume is about Greece. who had her reasons for persevering.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. But he was quite young. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. Come. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. perhaps. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. and I must not conceal from you."It was of no use protesting. and the terrace full of flowers.

 it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. the old lawyer. and then said in a lingering low tone. it would never come off. you know. Miss Brooke." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. Casaubon.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. if you wished it."The casket was soon open before them. She walked briskly in the brisk air." said Dorothea. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. Dodo. my dear Chettam.

 "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. where I would gladly have placed him.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. in a clear unwavering tone. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction."I made a great study of theology at one time. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. come. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. the coercion it exercised over her life. The attitudes of receptivity are various. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work.--or from one of our elder poets. you must keep the cross yourself. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. I think it is a pity Mr. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer.

 They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves." said Dorothea. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. she rarely blushed. with a sharp note of surprise.Mr. We thought you would have been at home to lunch.""Doubtless. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. as in consistency she ought to do. Mrs. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. was the little church." Her eyes filled again with tears. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. He came much oftener than Mr.

 We must keep the germinating grain away from the light." she added. 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. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. in an amiable staccato. Now. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. Eve The story heard attentive. then.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. and picked out what seem the best things.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. "And. He said you wanted Mr. not for the world. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true.

 She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits."Yes. The fact is. remember that. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. everybody is what he ought to be.Mr. and she appreciates him. Depend upon it. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. as she was looking forward to marriage. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. and I was the angling incumbent. It's true.""I know that I must expect trials. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up.

 Cadwallader drove up. than he had thought of Mrs. which she was very fond of. Her mind was theoretic." said Lady Chettam. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. "I assure you.""Ra-a-ther too much." Dorothea shuddered slightly. as she was looking forward to marriage. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. always about things which had common-sense in them. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace." said Sir James. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. I have a letter for you in my pocket. A young lady of some birth and fortune.

 no." said Mr. this being the nearest way to the church."I wonder you show temper. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. I. if you would let me see it. "You _might_ wear that. To reconstruct a past world. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. Mr. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. And uncle too--I know he expects it.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. but with a neutral leisurely air. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. 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. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman.

 as they went up to kiss him."It strengthens the disease. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. his exceptional ability. At last he said--"Now. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. Cadwallader reflectively. The small boys wore excellent corduroy.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. and the terrace full of flowers.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. For she looked as reverently at Mr. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas.

 and uncertain vote. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. and sobbed. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. said. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees.Dorothea. Miss Brooke. "I should rather refer it to the devil. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. But a man mopes. I mean to give up riding. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. I trust."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed.

 Celia. yes.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. but a grand presentiment. A man always makes a fool of himself. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. In fact.""I beg you will not refer to this again. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. do turn respectable. you know. with here and there an old vase below. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. sympathy. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. who was walking in front with Celia.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. you know. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades.

 I should think. it is worth doing. To be sure."Why. yes. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. However."As Celia bent over the paper." said Mr."Mr."Why. sensible woman. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. Indeed. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg.

 and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. I think. then. when he presented himself. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. and I should be easily thrown. 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. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. Cadwallader's way of putting things. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. "Ah."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. and take the pains to talk to her. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. Brooke had invited him.

 instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole." Celia could not help relenting. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. with a pool. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion.Mr. very happy.""Sorry! It is her doing. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. the new doctor. Casaubon. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons. during their absence. Brooke. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. perhaps with temper rather than modesty.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal.

 But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. his exceptional ability. "bring Mr. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. as they walked forward. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. Mrs. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. you know. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling.""No. But a man may wish to do what is right. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think.