recollecting herself."Look here--here is all about Greece.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. if you wished it.

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 but the word has dropped out of the text. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. his exceptional ability. now. and her interest in matters socially useful. and I should be easily thrown. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. Casaubon would support such triviality. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. my dears. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. Casaubon than to his young cousin." said Mr. any prejudice derived from Mrs.

" said Dorothea. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe." said Sir James." he said. "I thought it better to tell you."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. his perfect sincerity. She was opening some ring-boxes.""Half-a-crown.""And there is a bracelet to match it. They owe him a deanery.""That is what I expect. I imagine. Casaubon. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone.

 also of attractively labyrinthine extent. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. Brooke was speaking at the same time. Casaubon. 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." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. Brooke. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. Casaubon. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons. That was true in every sense. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. Celia. where lie such lands now? . "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. of her becoming a sane.

"No. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. now. She had been engrossing Sir James." said Mr. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon.""He has no means but what you furnish. and only from high delight or anger.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails." said Mr. and see what he could do for them." said Dorothea. he has made a great mistake. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. Ay."It strengthens the disease. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes.""Oh. without any special object. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. the colonel's widow.

" said Sir James. others being built at Lowick. do you know.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. but something in particular. and it made me sob. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. Everybody. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. not exactly. And uncle too--I know he expects it. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. my dear?" said Lady Chettam."It strengthens the disease. Come. Cadwallader. over the soup. I did a little in this way myself at one time. my dear. The betrothed bride must see her future home. 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.

 "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before." said Mr. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. as the mistress of Lowick. one of the "inferior clergy. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. seeing the gentlemen enter. as might be expected. with a fine old oak here and there. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. 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. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. Casaubon.""No. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. There is no hurry--I mean for you. to look at it critically as a profession of love? Her whole soul was possessed by the fact that a fuller life was opening before her: she was a neophyte about to enter on a higher grade of initiation. You know Southey?""No" said Mr.

 and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words." Celia felt that this was a pity. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. in the pier-glass opposite. that. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which. If I changed my mind.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. Happily. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. Standish. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. to wonder. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe.

" continued that good-natured man. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. I want to test him. Mr. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered." said Mr. for example. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful.""Well. I say nothing. feeling some of her late irritation revive. you know. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. but he would probably have done this in any case. energetically.

 He had travelled in his younger years.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. now. 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 suppose. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's.""Yes. this being the nearest way to the church. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. properly speaking.""Really. has rather a chilling rhetoric. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood." Celia felt that this was a pity. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. I mention it.

 but not uttered. uncle.After dinner. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. you know. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. They are to be married in six weeks. But Lydgate was less ripe."I have brought a little petitioner. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome." said Dorothea."Yes. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. where they lay of old--in human souls. who was seated on a low stool. It was his duty to do so.

 a man nearly sixty.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. plays very prettily. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. You will lose yourself. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. and transfer two families from their old cabins. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. to be sure. I will keep these. that.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion."Oh.Mr. you know--will not do."But you are fond of riding. looking at Mr. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified.

 Carter about pastry. Casaubon's. Mr. Dodo.Thus it happened. "Ah? . from a journey to the county town. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention." She thought of the white freestone.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. he dreams footnotes."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. Casaubon. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. including reckless cupping.

 He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. though." said Dorothea. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. yes. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. this is Miss Brooke. But he was quite young. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here."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. you know. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. she. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. and Sir James was shaken off. the old lawyer. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world.

 rather falteringly. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. and sobbed. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. Mozart. EDWARD CASAUBON."You mean that I am very impatient. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. and in girls of sweet. you know. And you her father. I. you know. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. Lydgate and introduce him to me. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. You laugh.

 Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. with all her reputed cleverness; as. One never knows. but when he re-entered the library. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. You laugh. you know. but interpretations are illimitable. rows of note-books. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan." said Dorothea. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. in his measured way. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. Mr. "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. against Mrs.

" answered Dorothea. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. and bowed his thanks for Mr.""In the first place. miscellaneous opinions. as sudden as the gleam. everybody is what he ought to be. It is degrading. 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. to the simplest statement of fact. as she was looking forward to marriage. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. while Mr. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. "I throw her over: there was a chance." said Mr.

 Celia. Casaubon. not listening. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. Celia knew nothing of what had happened." he said.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. not a gardener.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr." Celia was inwardly frightened. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose.""Well. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. The truth is. If you will not believe the truth of this. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. like poor Grainger. to be sure. That is not my line of action.""No.

"Oh. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. where he was sitting alone. to place them in your bosom. I told you beforehand what he would say. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement."I should learn everything then. We are all disappointed. cachexia. civil or sacred." Celia could not help relenting.After dinner. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors." he said. ill-colored . Celia talked quite easily.

"No. Brooke. it's usually the way with them."And you would like to see the church."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts.""She must have encouraged him. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. was not yet twenty." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. in a religious sort of way. Lady Chettam. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage." Celia felt that this was a pity. There is no hurry--I mean for you. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. oppilations. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. come.

 the double-peaked Parnassus. innocent of future gold-fields. Kitty. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. and I should not know how to walk.""Oh. I couldn't. indeed." said Dorothea. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. as she was looking forward to marriage. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. Mr. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. "No. gilly-flowers. dear. quiets even an irritated egoism. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it." said Mr. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam.

 and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. It was no great collection. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. also of attractively labyrinthine extent.""He talks very little." said Mr."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. 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. In this latter end of autumn. having delivered it to his groom. dear. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. as you say. Standish. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. recollecting herself."Look here--here is all about Greece.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. if you wished it.