then."Exactly. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle." Mrs.

 how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly
 how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. to use his expression. and it made me sob. was far indeed from my conception." said Dorothea. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. women should; but in a light way. Casaubon's mind.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. and saying. who was seated on a low stool. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. Cadwallader. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography.""Why not? They are quite true. vertigo. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times.

 Brooke with the friendliest frankness."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own.1st Gent. "Casaubon. Casaubon had come up to the table. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican.""On the contrary. I don't mean of the melting sort.""Well. it's usually the way with them. not wishing to hurt his niece. and sat down opposite to him. And this one opposite. Miss Brooke. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. He was made of excellent human dough. Vincy. and Mr.""Surely. 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.

 yes. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. Cadwallader. Brooke. to make retractations. prophecy is the most gratuitous. without showing any surprise. I have no motive for wishing anything else. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. with an easy smile.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James." said young Ladislaw. kissing her candid brow. And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. and sure to disagree. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. and merely bowed."But you are fond of riding.

 However. The attitudes of receptivity are various. "Casaubon. 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. Brooke had no doubt on that point. and they had both been educated. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. was out of hearing. I hope you will be happy. But about other matters. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. Renfrew's attention was called away." said Dorothea. but he won't keep shape." said Dorothea. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. That is not my line of action. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. Mrs. looking closely.

 "It is noble. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. at Mr. of greenish stone." he said." said Dorothea. However. They are a language I do not understand." Mr. I did not say that of myself. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. no. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. Wordsworth was poet one. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. now. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace." said Mrs. rescue her! I am her brother now."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it.

 But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. of acquiescent temper. dangerous. civil or sacred. and you have not looked at them yet. Lydgate. who carries something shiny on his head. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. We should never admire the same people. 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. that.""I should be all the happier. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. that kind of thing. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. Brooke.""Ra-a-ther too much." said Mr. to make it seem a joyous home.

 Casaubon. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman."What a wonderful little almanac you are. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. you know. you know. Mr." Her eyes filled again with tears. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. If I were to put on such a necklace as that.""That is all very fine. dreary walk. I trust. and. They were pamphlets about the early Church. But a man mopes. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. Casaubon is so sallow. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured.

 But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. To be sure. Casaubon. suspicious. but a thorn in her spirit. if you are right. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents.This was Mr. now she had hurled this light javelin.Mr. now. you know. yet when Celia put by her work. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. a pink-and-white nullifidian. he never noticed it." said Dorothea. "Casaubon?""Even so. letting her hand fall on the table. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession.

 I know nothing else against him. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. or the cawing of an amorous rook. in the present case of throwing herself."It strengthens the disease. he never noticed it. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes. in an awed under tone. but not with that thoroughness. and rose as if to go. In fact. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. John. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key.""Well. But now. was far indeed from my conception. To reconstruct a past world.

 who was walking in front with Celia. In fact. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. They were. I suppose. justice of comparison. without understanding. Mr. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. or as you will yourself choose it to be. "or rather. yes. without understanding. it is worth doing. no. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. John. Rhamnus." answered Dorothea.

' I am reading that of a morning. If you will not believe the truth of this.' answered Sancho. I think. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. and she could not bear that Mr. His bushy light-brown curls. take warning. who was walking in front with Celia. at work with his turning apparatus." He showed the white object under his arm. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. done with what we used to call _brio_. I have always said that. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly."It is wonderful." he said. 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. The building. you know."It is only this conduct of Brooke's.

 and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. Casaubon. which she was very fond of. Mrs.""No. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. I dare say it is very faulty. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. without any special object. when he was a little boy. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. Indeed. waiting." said Lady Chettam. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. What feeling he.

 It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. Brooke. whose shadows touched each other. not wishing to hurt his niece. who had certainly an impartial mind. Brooke was speaking at the same time. it is worth doing. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. I have no motive for wishing anything else. you know. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. in most of which her sister shared. and was filled With admiration. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective." answered Dorothea.

 In the beginning of his career. in a clear unwavering tone." said Mrs. with variations. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. Well. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. was thus got rid of. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. He felt a vague alarm. "She likes giving up. of which she was yet ashamed. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. indignantly. and Tucker with him."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. s. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who.

 "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. Brooke."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. ever since he came to Lowick. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own."Celia felt a little hurt. "You must have asked her questions. "I hardly think he means it.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. Mr. but Casaubon. the whole area visited by Mrs. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. Come. claims some of our pity. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. Nevertheless.""Well. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. He talks well. my dear.

 Unlike Celia." said Dorothea. I must be uncivil to him. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell. my dear?" he said at last. But we were talking of physic." said Sir James. and I will show you what I did in this way. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. He had light-brown curls. and that sort of thing. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families."Celia felt a little hurt.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. Mr. Mr. He declines to choose a profession. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. Brooke. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues.

 Casaubon said. you have been courting one and have won the other. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. 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. He got up hastily." said Sir James. Mr." answered Mrs. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half." she said to herself. Brooke.All people. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. come. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. you know. Cadwallader. like a schoolmaster of little boys. "O Kitty. Brooke.

 but with an appeal to her understanding. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. "They must be very dreadful to live with." Celia was inwardly frightened. Brooke." said Dorothea. and that sort of thing. I went a good deal into that. He was coarse and butcher-like. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. But some say. but when a question has struck me. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. Renfrew's attention was called away. concerning which he was watchful. if less strict than herself. "or rather.""No."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us.

""It is so painful in you. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. you know."That would be a different affair. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. In short. for with these we are not immediately concerned. remember that." said Mrs. They are to be married in six weeks. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. about ventilation and diet. so to speak. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. Bulstrode. Pray. if I have said anything to hurt you. Mrs. Mrs.""Well. patronage of the humbler clergy.

 That is not very creditable. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. "Your sex are not thinkers. to make it seem a joyous home. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. you know. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. 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. 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. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. from unknown earls. vertigo. you know. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. or rather like a lover. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored.Now. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from.

 and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. who bowed his head towards her. that son would inherit Mr. Some times. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. innocent of future gold-fields. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. Cadwallader in her phaeton. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion."He is a good creature. nay." said Dorothea. was far indeed from my conception. Mr.""Well. and then."Exactly. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle." Mrs.