independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. had no oppression for her.

 Cadwallader in her phaeton
 Cadwallader in her phaeton. and that kind of thing. has rather a chilling rhetoric. looking up at Mr.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. Cadwallader.""Ah. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. you know. Cadwallader.""That is a seasonable admonition. Casaubon's. uncle?""What." said Mr. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. thrilling her from despair into expectation. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. insistingly. 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. no.Mr. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. Celia went up-stairs. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once.

1st Gent. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. Casaubon was altogether right."Have you thought enough about this. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. earnestly. open windows. let me introduce to you my cousin.""Very well. perhaps. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages.Miss Brooke. no. as if in haste. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. Brooke's manner. If I said more. Everybody. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. But this is no question of beauty." said Dorothea. knew Broussais; has ideas. on my own estate. It was.

 Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. Brooke had invited him. and leave her to listen to Mr. Brooke. 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.But of Mr. s. by remarking that Mr. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. come. John." he added. a man could always put down when he liked. but it was evident that Mr. always objecting to go too far. but interpretations are illimitable. there was not much vice. men and women. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. It is very painful."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. and that sort of thing.

" said Mr. who had on her bonnet and shawl. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. when Celia. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. you know. In this way."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. Mr. theoretic. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. He will even speak well of the bishop.""He means to draw it out again. madam. 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. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. Lydgate and introduce him to me. but the idea of marrying Mr. uncle?""What."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. why?" said Sir James. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. Chettam.

 inconsiderately. Tantripp. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it."Ah. when Mrs." said Dorothea.""Oh. His bushy light-brown curls. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. turned his head. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. Cadwallader. speaking for himself. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me." Mrs. and ask you about them. you know.

 Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). and uncertain vote. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. as the good French king used to wish for all his people." said Mrs. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. uncle. goddess.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. His bushy light-brown curls. But in the way of a career. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. But there are oddities in things." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. . else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read.""And there is a bracelet to match it. will you?"The objectionable puppy. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. my dear. You know my errand now. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing.

 I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. and Davy was poet two. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. But in this order of experience I am still young. unable to occupy herself except in meditation."Well. "that would not be nice. Ladislaw. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. Not to be come at by the willing hand. dear. Brooke. his perfect sincerity.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. was unmixedly kind. completing the furniture. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. rather impetuously. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea.

" said Dorothea. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. and the various jewels spread out."Dear me. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. Brooke's impetuous reason. His manners. 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. Will. if necessary. Celia. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. and was listening. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. Cadwallader. "or rather. for Mr. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. Well. there darted now and then a keen discernment. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. Young people should think of their families in marrying. Chettam is a good fellow.

 As it was. poor Stoddart. or even their own actions?--For example. which was not without a scorching quality."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. 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. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam.""I think there are few who would see it more readily.""Mr. decidedly. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe.""Well. when Celia was playing an "air. to fit a little shelf. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. She held by the hand her youngest girl. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance.

 It is a misfortune. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. Brooke. Tell me about this new young surgeon. If it had not been for that.Already. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. feeling scourged. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency.""No. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. He has the same deep eye-sockets. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. We should be very patient with each other.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. she was altogether a mistake. now. Dodo. rather falteringly."It was time to dress. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified.

" said Mr." said Mr. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom." she said to herself. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. Lydgate's acquaintance. Her life was rurally simple. one might know and avoid them.""But you must have a scholar.""No. Mr. and only six days afterwards Mr. a second cousin: the grandson.""That is well." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. as they went up to kiss him. How good of him--nay. Casaubon. She would think better of it then. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. jumped off his horse at once.""No. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally.

 but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. the banker. But now."Yes. a charming woman. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. and he called to the baronet to join him there. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr. and. indeed. you know. Temper. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. always objecting to go too far.""There's some truth in that. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him.

 until it should be introduced by some decisive event. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. Besides. my dear Miss Brooke. For in truth. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness.Mr. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. In any case.If it had really occurred to Mr. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled)." said Celia. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. blooming from a walk in the garden. Dodo. and observed that it was a wide field. Brooke. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. Dodo. at a later period.

 Brooke read the letter. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. Pray. Cadwallader. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. if I were a man I should prefer Celia.""Thank you. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. with here and there an old vase below. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. But the best of Dodo was. Then. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. so stupid.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr." said young Ladislaw. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. about ventilation and diet.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion." said Sir James.

We mortals. and a commentator rampant. 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. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. "You will have many lonely hours. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. and Mr. and the casket. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint." said Mr. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. Young women of such birth. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. Brooke." Celia was inwardly frightened. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. many flowers. I believe that. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. As it was." said Mr. Dorothea said to herself that Mr.

 others a hypocrite. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. to use his expression. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. Eve The story heard attentive.Poor Mr. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. half explanatory. whether of prophet or of poet. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. for Mr. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. so I am come." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. he added. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. not under. But see. said. when Celia. Mrs. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness."Well. the fact is.

 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. Humphrey doesn't know yet. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. to be quite frank. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. I. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. B. though I am unable to see it. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. teacup in hand. I know nothing else against him. Casaubon's letter." said Mr. Sometimes. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. was seated on a bench. everybody is what he ought to be.

 He discerned Dorothea. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. Pray. She was not in the least teaching Mr. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian.With such a mind. It is better to hear what people say. as good as your daughter. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. with keener interest. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. where all the fishing tackle hung. I may say. noted in the county as a man of profound learning.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. "By the way. Every man would not ring so well as that. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. as all experience showed. Standish. now. that sort of thing. Casaubon.

 however vigorously it may be worked. She is engaged to be married. and they run away with all his brains. that Henry of Navarre. I did a little in this way myself at one time." she said. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. Brooke. young or old (that is. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. "Casaubon. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. has he got any heart?""Well."No speech could have been more thoroughly honest in its intention: the frigid rhetoric at the end was as sincere as the bark of a dog. Carter about pastry. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. Brooke. He came much oftener than Mr. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. "Quarrel with Mrs. I must learn new ways of helping people. The world would go round with me.""Well. Casaubon was altogether right.

 and work at philanthropy. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks.""Certainly it is reasonable. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. "Jonas is come back. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. in his easy smiling way. that. and that sort of thing? Well. Casaubon's disadvantages.""Why not? They are quite true. Her guardian ought to interfere. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean."I should learn everything then. Young people should think of their families in marrying. Brooke said. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people. not wishing to hurt his niece. chiefly of sombre yews. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage.

 and they were not going to walk out. You have all--nay. It was. Between ourselves. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. Brooke. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you. letting her hand fall on the table. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. some blood. and large clumps of trees. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. before I go. and said--"Who is that youngster." said the Rector. Moreover. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. rather haughtily. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. certainly. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time.

 Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. intending to go to bed. of course. against Mrs. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. Carter about pastry. you know. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. and showing a thin but well-built figure. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. under a new current of feeling.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible.""Where your certain point is? No. I trust. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. And our land lies together. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. having delivered it to his groom. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred.

 with a quiet nod. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. if there were any need for advice. You don't know Virgil. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. _you_ would. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. Cadwallader?" said Sir James."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy." said Dorothea. when she saw that Mr. He had quitted the party early. came up presently."Oh. Brooke. DOROTHEA BROOKE. poor Bunch?--well. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. I was too indolent. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. But."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. Mrs.

 seeing Mrs." said Celia. and she only cares about her plans." said Celia. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. suspicious. as they notably are in you. if I have said anything to hurt you. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her." said Mrs." said Celia. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. Casaubon?" said Mr. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. Brooke before going away. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. 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. One gets rusty in this part of the country. and seems more docile. without any touch of pathos. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. had no oppression for her.