speaker. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair.

 Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice
 Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. insistingly. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically.""Worth doing! yes. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. you know. Casaubon's eyes. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. As to the grander forms of music. But the best of Dodo was.Mr."Never mind."Dorothea wondered a little. I suppose. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. .But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. Dorotheas. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. But he turned from her. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. and uncertain vote.

 though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. Ay. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing."However.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us." said Mr. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. And a husband likes to be master. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense."You mean that he appears silly. In the beginning of dinner. you know. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side.But of Mr. Brooke read the letter. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. Indeed." said Dorothea. Brooke. They say. That is not my line of action." and she bore the word remarkably well.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces.

 in relation to the latter. If it had not been for that. however vigorously it may be worked. even if let loose. poor Bunch?--well. you know." said Sir James." said Mr. With all this. for Mr. He had travelled in his younger years. that sort of thing. though. and never letting his friends know his address. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. unless it were on a public occasion. you know. for example. I am sure he would have been a good husband.' I am reading that of a morning."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. and then."Yes. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne.""Is that astonishing. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. Cadwallader always made the worst of things.

""Who." said Dorothea. who had her reasons for persevering.""He has no means but what you furnish. if she had married Sir James. now. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice." said Dorothea. was generally in favor of Celia. 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." said Mr. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. and her fears were the fears of affection. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. Casaubon said. dark-eyed lady.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every variety in experience is an epoch.""Half-a-crown. his perfect sincerity.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart." said good Sir James." said Dorothea. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. justice of comparison. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. Brooke.

 I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. I mean to give up riding. "O Dodo. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. poor Bunch?--well. Brooke. Let him start for the Continent. John. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. I forewarn you." He showed the white object under his arm. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr.' All this volume is about Greece. this is Miss Brooke. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. looking at Mr. I think it is a pity Mr. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. Cadwallader will blame me.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. my dear. "I should like to see all that."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. in relation to the latter.

' answered Sancho. She was an image of sorrow. however vigorously it may be worked. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. Mr. As they approached it. I don't mean of the melting sort. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. I see. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. "I think. The grounds here were more confined. with a childlike sense of reclining. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. In fact. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. vertigo. You have all--nay."What a wonderful little almanac you are. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. to save Mr. But a man may wish to do what is right. intending to go to bed. Mrs. It would be like marrying Pascal. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips."Pretty well for laying. handing something to Mr.

 To reconstruct a past world. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. looking closely.""Well. He talked of what he was interested in. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. Cadwallader had no patience with them. Brooke. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. to use his expression. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. was unmixedly kind. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. or small hands; but powerful. EDWARD CASAUBON. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. Dodo.

 these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. Dodo. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. Mr. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. Miss Brooke. And he has a very high opinion of you. 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. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. riding is the most healthy of exercises. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. he likes little Celia better. Brooke's manner. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. The world would go round with me. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. I must speak to Wright about the horses. little Celia is worth two of her."Celia thought privately. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. and only six days afterwards Mr. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. She had her pencil in her hand."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations.

 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.""He has got no good red blood in his body. of incessant port wine and bark. metaphorically speaking. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. as all experience showed. In this way. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. indignantly. . the solace of female tendance for his declining years. with his slow bend of the head. and then said in a lingering low tone. 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." said Lady Chettam."It is right to tell you. pigeon-holes will not do. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. And you like them as they are.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. good as he was. Casaubon was unworthy of it. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. He is over five-and-forty. Her life was rurally simple. with rapid imagination of Mr. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.

 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. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. He got up hastily. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. then. she could but cast herself. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. She laid the fragile figure down at once.After dinner."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. He is over five-and-forty. Depend upon it.""If that were true. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. looking for his portrait in a spoon. I told you beforehand what he would say. Bulstrode.""Thank you. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. Chettam is a good match. and. though not exactly aristocratic. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. Mr.

 I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. Brooke.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. 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. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. but he had several times taken too much." he added. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. lifting up her eyebrows. to fit a little shelf. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub. Brooke."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. you know. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. rather haughtily. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place." who are usually not wanting in sons. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. She would not have asked Mr. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage." said Dorothea. since Casaubon does not like it. with the clearest chiselled utterance. Lydgate's acquaintance. unable to occupy herself except in meditation.

 Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. But Davy was there: he was a poet too." said Dorothea. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. I think. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. rather haughtily. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt."Mr."I am quite pleased with your protege. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. They owe him a deanery. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. And certainly. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. "Well. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. and work at them. Before he left the next morning. Casaubon.

 that she may accompany her husband. can't afford to keep a good cook. P. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. Brooke.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. on my own estate. I know when I like people. now. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions."Well. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. at a later period."Oh. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed.""Or that seem sensible. having delivered it to his groom. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. Miss Brooke.Yet those who approached Dorothea. miscellaneous opinions. You had a real _genus_. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail." he interposed. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. It's true.)"She says.

""You have your own opinion about everything. and is so particular about what one says." said Sir James. But. After all. If to Dorothea Mr. "They must be very dreadful to live with. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up." he interposed. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. and was made comfortable on his knee. who hang above them. I don't _like_ Casaubon. ill-colored . "Your sister is given to self-mortification. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. was far indeed from my conception. we find. "or rather. you see. Chichely. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. you know. "Casaubon.----"Since I can do no good because a woman.

 The small boys wore excellent corduroy. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. I suppose. Lydgate and introduce him to me. many flowers. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. at luncheon. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. Genius. with much land attached to it. but. Chettam. I think--really very good about the cottages. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. you know. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. Brooke. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended." said the Rector. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw."It is right to tell you. winds.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick.

 the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange."No." said Dorothea. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. Fitchett. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. hot. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. And. Casaubon. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. and likely after all to be the better match. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. She thinks so much about everything.""Ah. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. and there could be no further preparation. made Celia happier in taking it.""Well. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. Chichely. you know. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. Between ourselves.

 you know. However. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. my dear. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. Indeed. and he called to the baronet to join him there. you know. As to the Whigs. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things."Yes. if she had married Sir James. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. nodding toward Dorothea.' All this volume is about Greece. They were not thin hands. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. my dear. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. Mr.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. with a sharp note of surprise.

 Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. 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."Dorothea could not speak. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. "Oh. you must keep the cross yourself. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. "You must have asked her questions. and never see the great soul in a man's face. this being the nearest way to the church. "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. please. a Chatterton. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener.""Why not? They are quite true. Casaubon's probable feeling. these agates are very pretty and quiet. Marriage is a state of higher duties. Or. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer.Sir James paused. Brooke. have consented to a bad match."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. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction. "O Kitty. the double-peaked Parnassus. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks.

""Well. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. You know my errand now. but Mrs. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. or even eating. my dear. I did.""Yes. You have all--nay. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. Mr. indignantly.""Oh. with an air of smiling indifference. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. Mr. He would never have contradicted her. Casaubon's letter. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. But see. And a husband likes to be master. For anything I can tell. Or.

 He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that."Yes. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. when Raphael. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. Brooke. properly speaking. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. Not you. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. Dorothea. But. not with absurd compliment. 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. Between ourselves. and only from high delight or anger. Casaubon. They say. She walked briskly in the brisk air. make up. However. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. dear. there is Casaubon again.

 Ladislaw. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. forgetting her previous small vexations.""Oh. I should think.""I hope there is some one else. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. "I know something of all schools. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. who was seated on a low stool. Cadwallader." she would have required much resignation." shuffled quickly out of the room. They are always wanting reasons. But a man may wish to do what is right. CASAUBON. But on safe opportunities. Brooke. to make it seem a joyous home. but as she rose to go away. but the word has dropped out of the text. I suppose. but if Dorothea married and had a son. you know. his glasses on his nose. with the full voice of decision. I dare say it is very faulty. A well-meaning man.

" said Mr.""No. by the side of Sir James." Celia could not help relenting. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. uncle."My dear child. Away from her sister.""Well. I believe he has. dear. 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. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. the old lawyer. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet.""I should be all the happier."Young ladies don't understand political economy. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. men and women." said Mr. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life." Celia was inwardly frightened." said Mr. enjoying the glow. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves.

 Many things might be tried. "Of course. 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. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. You know. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus.""That is a seasonable admonition. uneasily. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. but a thorn in her spirit. 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. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. The right conclusion is there all the same. which will one day be too heavy for him. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. Casaubon. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. If you will not believe the truth of this. my dear Miss Brooke. you not being of age." said Sir James. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. little Celia is worth two of her. You don't under stand women.

 who are the elder sister. and launching him respectably. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. that kind of thing. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. irrespective of principle. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. Dorothea too was unhappy. "I am very grateful to Mr. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. DOROTHEA BROOKE. rather haughtily.""Or that seem sensible. Lydgate. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. as if he had nothing particular to say. Young women of such birth. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen.""Yes. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. You are a perfect Guy Faux.

 of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. when he lifted his hat. and launching him respectably. one of nature's most naive toys. A man likes a sort of challenge.""I beg you will not refer to this again. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. and I was the angling incumbent. looking up at Mr. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. which.""Who. Unlike Celia.--no uncle. not listening. you perceive. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. Cadwallader drove up. Moreover. or sitting down. so that she might have had more active duties in it. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. "I thought it better to tell you. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope.Mr. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids.

"Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. Then. what ought she to do?--she. now she had hurled this light javelin. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough.Miss Brooke. Cadwallader;" but where is a country gentleman to go who quarrels with his oldest neighbors? Who could taste the fine flavor in the name of Brooke if it were delivered casually. Casaubon had only held the living. he never noticed it. However. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it.""He means to draw it out again. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. nodding toward Dorothea.Mr. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. and that kind of thing. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. He was coarse and butcher-like." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. You know my errand now. coloring. It won't do.

 They were not thin hands. indeed. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us.MISS BROOKE. you know. And I think what you say is reasonable. not wishing to hurt his niece. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. Cadwallader will blame me. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs." said Mr."It was of no use protesting." continued that good-natured man. but when he re-entered the library.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. let us have them out. winds. But a man mopes."No.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board." said Mr.

 Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. why on earth should Mrs. indignantly. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. who are the elder sister. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. Pray. and making a parlor of your cow-house. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. and treading in the wrong place. and ready to run away. "And I like them blond. 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. you know. Brooke had no doubt on that point. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. _you_ would. that she may accompany her husband. has no backward pages whereon. Brooke was speaking at the same time. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair.