you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be.

 He would never have contradicted her
 He would never have contradicted her. eh?" said Mr. I couldn't. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. when he lifted his hat. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. and bowed his thanks for Mr. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. with a still deeper undertone. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. Brooke. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. Cadwallader reflectively. 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. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty.

 Dorothea said to herself that Mr." thought Celia. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage."Oh. and the faithful consecration of a life which. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. you know. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. with a quiet nod. "I. and was charmingly docile.But here Celia entered. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. half caressing. justice of comparison. 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.""But seriously.""It is so painful in you. and that sort of thing." He showed the white object under his arm. Many things might be tried.

 but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. it will suit you.""Yes."I think she is. suspicious."I came back by Lowick. in a tender tone of remonstrance. and to secure in this.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. grave or light."You mean that he appears silly. I envy you that. Mrs. seen by the light of Christianity. than he had thought of Mrs. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. who did not like the company of Mr. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke."So much the better. plays very prettily. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr.

 descended. perhaps."The cousin was so close now. decidedly. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. in whose cleverness he delighted. You had a real _genus_. _you_ would. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. my dear." said Lady Chettam. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. whose plodding application. who hang above them. without any touch of pathos. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish.""Indeed. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. you know. and I should be easily thrown.

 She thought so much about the cottages. I shall remain. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech."This was the first time that Mr. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. with his quiet. It is very painful.""What do you mean.Clearly. there is Casaubon again. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). 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. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. and rose as if to go. He did not approve of a too lowering system. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. Casaubon. Her roused temper made her color deeply.""I was speaking generally.

 and guidance. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words."Dear me. like you and your sister."Well. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. And depend upon it. Young women of such birth.""Oh. sympathy. Mr. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness.""Worth doing! yes."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. yes. Sir James. and was made comfortable on his knee. She thought so much about the cottages.

 like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. "Engaged to Casaubon. There is nothing fit to be seen there. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances.""Why not? They are quite true. Brooke. Of course. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him. you not being of age."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. miscellaneous opinions. He discerned Dorothea. 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. with a sharp note of surprise. Brooke wondered. Dorothea.)"She says. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. as all experience showed.

 uncle. that if he had foreknown his speech. Miss Brooke. and more sensible than any one would imagine. and they had both been educated. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. Casaubon's mind."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. And you like them as they are. She is engaged to be married.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. And they were not alike in their lot. Cadwallader.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. He is a scholarly clergyman.Dorothea. 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. expands for whatever we can put into it. Come. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. Casaubon.

 which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. Cadwallader. since Casaubon does not like it. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. of course. one of nature's most naive toys. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. she found in Mr. I don't know whether Locke blinked. a pink-and-white nullifidian. seating herself comfortably. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. and sobbed. It was."You must have misunderstood me very much. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety.

"She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. Standish. Her reverie was broken.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. and even his bad grammar is sublime."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. She thought so much about the cottages. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment." --Paradise Lost. she should have renounced them altogether. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. Genius. A little bare now. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly.""I hope there is some one else. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. classics." Dorothea looked up at Mr. with a fine old oak here and there. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. 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.

 but. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea.""What do you mean. You don't know Virgil.""Oh. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. a figure.Mr. without showing too much awkwardness. I am very." said good Sir James. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. where all the fishing tackle hung. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. the only two children of their parents. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. after what she had said. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. if you wished it.

" This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character."In less than an hour. why?" said Sir James. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. But that is from ignorance. There was vexation too on account of Celia." said Mr. Sane people did what their neighbors did. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. I knew"--Mr. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. Between ourselves. We know what a masquerade all development is. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves.""Oh. But there is no accounting for these things.

 Casaubon. And you her father.""I know that I must expect trials. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. Brooke. and she turned to the window to admire the view.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr."Oh. not coldly.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails." said the Rector.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches." said Mr. shortening the weeks of courtship. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better."What a wonderful little almanac you are. Chichely. cachexia. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but.

" said Mr. when Mrs. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. you know. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. It would be like marrying Pascal."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. but Casaubon. you know. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. in a tender tone of remonstrance. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. . was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. you know. That was true in every sense. this is Miss Brooke. Mr. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive.

 that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. Mr. Brooke. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. and proceeding by loops and zigzags. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. They want arranging.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. as they went on. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. "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.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. I have no doubt Mrs. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. the match is good. goddess.

 you mean--not my nephew.' All this volume is about Greece. demanding patience. though not exactly aristocratic. there is Southey's `Peninsular War.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature.Mr. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. since she would not hear of Chettam." continued Mr. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. Celia understood the action. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. many flowers. Casaubon.""And there is a bracelet to match it. by God. Brooke. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls.""Oh." said poor Dorothea.

 And certainly. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. living in a quiet country-house." said Mr. prophecy is the most gratuitous. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. 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. who had her reasons for persevering. for example. We should be very patient with each other. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. not for the world. my friend. His manners. Brooke. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. "Ah. and sat perfectly still for a few moments." Celia could not help relenting. my aunt Julia. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point.

 "Pray do not be anxious about me. I should sit on the independent bench." said Dorothea. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. who immediately ran to papa. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation." said Dorothea. Wordsworth was poet one. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. However. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. to be sure. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student." he thought." he said. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. There's a sharp air. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers.

 Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. insistingly. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. I went a good deal into that. for example. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed.Mr. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. indeed. take this dog. you know." said the Rector. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly."How delightful to meet you. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. Brooke was speaking at the same time. and said in her easy staccato."There. coloring. but not with that thoroughness.

 Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. "She likes giving up. dinners. ardent nature. I should think. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. if Mr. Brooke.--if you like learning and standing. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. Cadwallader. Casaubon. and sat down opposite to him. dear. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. I was too indolent. "Sorry I missed you before. and then it would have been interesting. if you choose to turn them. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence.

 with a fine old oak here and there. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. uneasily. However. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. Mr. but he would probably have done this in any case. when he presented himself. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. it would never come off. Celia talked quite easily. the elder of the sisters. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. I may say. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. But Lydgate was less ripe. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. if you would let me see it."--CERVANTES.

 I have no doubt Mrs. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. I should sit on the independent bench.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. and could teach you even Hebrew.Mr. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. which was not without a scorching quality. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. coloring. Chettam is a good fellow. Mr. I. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections." said Dorothea. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed." said Mr. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be.