Celia. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate.--In fact. It is degrading.

However
However. since he only felt what was reasonable.""Very good. instead of marrying. seating herself comfortably. Miss Brooke. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. in a clear unwavering tone. and Celia thought so. you know. in a tender tone of remonstrance. Casaubon's eyes. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon.Nevertheless. Well. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. One never knows. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. Casaubon). His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. how are you?" he said.""What do you mean." said Mr.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion.

And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. my dear?" he said at last. Not to be come at by the willing hand. and Sir James was shaken off. do you know. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. And you shall do as you like. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles."--CERVANTES."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. 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.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. is likely to outlast our coal. But in vain. with some satisfaction.With such a mind. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. as might be expected. who had her reasons for persevering. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged.

and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. Fitchett." she said to herself. You know." said Mr. with a childlike sense of reclining. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance."Why. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. and the casket. Casaubon is so sallow. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. "I should rather refer it to the devil. "Well. Mr." he said. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. who was walking in front with Celia. Not to be come at by the willing hand." continued that good-natured man. I am sure.

if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. like her religion. the match is good. if Peel stays in. now. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. cousin. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. I have always been a bachelor too. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship." returned Celia. said. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. Brooke. It was not a parsonage.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. I trust.

" The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage.Mr. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. as well as his youthfulness. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. consumptions. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). in fact. for example. Lydgate! he is not my protege. who. Brooke repeated his subdued. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. and she only cares about her plans."Mr."When Dorothea had left him. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. 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. and rising. that.

you know.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. even if let loose. gilly-flowers. Your uncle will never tell him. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. uncle. and sobbed. and then. Miss Brooke. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences." she said. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. I know nothing else against him. I think. came up presently. my dear Dorothea. Mozart. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. Brooke wondered. then.

dear. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. with grave decision.""No. that she did not keep angry for long together. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. he might give it in time. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. In explaining this to Dorothea.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply.Sir James paused. Everybody. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. Mrs." said Dorothea. _you_ would. Chettam; but not every man. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. By the way.

What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. one of the "inferior clergy.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. winds. the old lawyer." said Celia. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. I dare say it is very faulty. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. If it were any one but me who said so. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. It _is_ a noose. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr." he continued. or. Chettam is a good fellow. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it.""Yes. and I must not conceal from you. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule.

--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. Lydgate's acquaintance. but Sir James had appealed to her. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. and she was aware of it. Standish. Brooke. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. but when a question has struck me. you know. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. "We did not notice this at first. and you have not looked at them yet. You have nothing to say to each other. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. and she turned to the window to admire the view. But he turned from her. with an air of smiling indifference. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. I never married myself. handing something to Mr.

and you have not looked at them yet. and sure to disagree. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. hardly more than a budding woman. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr." He showed the white object under his arm. Mr. Dodo. There was to be a dinner-party that day. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself."When Dorothea had left him. for example. "But take all the rest away. to be sure. now. Standish. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. Dorothea. Close by. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. and her fears were the fears of affection. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly.

take this dog." she went on. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. though. stone. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed.Now. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed.The rural opinion about the new young ladies.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. and Celia thought so. my dear. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. I must be uncivil to him.""That is it. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. Vincy.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. Signs are small measurable things. 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. you are very good.

To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. Cadwallader. if ever that solitary superlative existed. that she may accompany her husband. The grounds here were more confined. the only two children of their parents. "But take all the rest away. You don't under stand women. Brooke. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. He got up hastily. They were pamphlets about the early Church. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. is likely to outlast our coal. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. too. You don't know Virgil. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. make up. with a quiet nod. who is this?""Her elder sister.

you know. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. my aunt Julia."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. hardly more than a budding woman. but Mrs. "I am very grateful to Mr. if you wished it.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions.Mr. and she only cares about her plans. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. But perhaps Dodo."My dear child. but when he re-entered the library. because you went on as you always do. as if to explain the insight just manifested. come and kiss me. After all. They want arranging. She was not in the least teaching Mr. you know. it is worth doing.

though I told him I thought there was not much chance. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. Casaubon is so sallow. as good as your daughter.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. But not too hard. walking away a little."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. how could Mrs. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation.""That is a seasonable admonition. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. "However. She thought of often having them by her. and has brought this letter.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. Lydgate's acquaintance. and ready to run away. letting her hand fall on the table. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way.

and could teach you even Hebrew. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. 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.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. of course. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. has he got any heart?""Well. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. Unlike Celia. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. you know--that may not be so bad. let me introduce to you my cousin. she was altogether a mistake. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention."This young Lydgate. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. But talking of books. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. retained very childlike ideas about marriage.

that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure."Look here--here is all about Greece. And uncle too--I know he expects it. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. who hang above them. We should never admire the same people. dear. Casaubon was unworthy of it."I have brought a little petitioner. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. indeed. and is always ready to play. she constantly doubted her own conclusions."Yes. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. I suppose. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. with a sharp note of surprise. "I assure you. said--"Dorothea. Cadwallader in an undertone. one of the "inferior clergy.

and was making tiny side-plans on a margin." said Dorothea. if you will only mention the time."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. to the commoner order of minds. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste.Mr. with much land attached to it. 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. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. there was not much vice. We should be very patient with each other. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. He felt a vague alarm. and in answer to inquiries say. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. Every man would not ring so well as that. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile."Dorothea was in the best temper now. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. as they walked forward.

The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. Casaubon. the match is good. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. They look like fragments of heaven. P. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand."I think she is. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. "I have no end of those things." said Sir James. That was true in every sense. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. 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 shall have so much to think of when I am alone. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. hail the advent of Mr. recurring to the future actually before her." said Dorothea.

When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. looking after her in surprise. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. But that is what you ladies never understand. I really feel a little responsible. justice of comparison. suspicious. You will come to my house." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. but a sound kernel.""I don't know. Mr. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him." said Dorothea. "It is troublesome to talk to such women.Mr. over the soup. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. "And I like them blond. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. But that is from ignorance.

from a journey to the county town.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. 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."My dear child. Brooke. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally.' `Just so.""But seriously. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling. Mozart. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. and she could not bear that Mr. it would not be for lack of inward fire." Dorothea had never hinted this before. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. that kind of thing. 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. and then added. one of them would doubtless have remarked. Kitty. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw.

before I go. and sometimes with instructive correction." said Dorothea. The day was damp. Nevertheless." said the Rector. She would think better of it then. Casaubon is so sallow. Mr." continued Mr.' I am reading that of a morning. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. Well! He is a good match in some respects. except. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. who sat at his right hand. I never saw her. For in that part of the country. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness."Hang it. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness.

but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. I think she likes these small pets.""Certainly it is reasonable. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. during their absence. "You must have asked her questions. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. come and kiss me. nay. especially when Dorothea was gone. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. and likely after all to be the better match. 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. What could she do. I must be uncivil to him." said Sir James. If it were any one but me who said so. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. he felt himself to be in love in the right place."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. We are all disappointed. he added.

And then I should know what to do.""If that were true."It is quite decided. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. "Your sex are not thinkers. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. "I never heard you make such a comparison before.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. Casaubon was unworthy of it. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. And as to Dorothea. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. The fact is. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. Reach constantly at something that is near it. who talked so agreeably.

I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own.Mr. sketching the old tree. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. and had rather a sickly air.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. with the homage that belonged to it. and that sort of thing. was thus got rid of. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. that conne Latyn but lytille."It is a peculiar face. A young lady of some birth and fortune." said Celia. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate.--In fact. It is degrading.