hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. I shall remain.

 but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her
 but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. after boyhood. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. and when a woman is not contradicted. She thought so much about the cottages. and collick. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. Mr. Casaubon with delight. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. and I should not know how to walk. To have in general but little feeling. If to Dorothea Mr." said Dorothea. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. who was stricter in some things even than you are. like us. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. kissing her candid brow. Brooke. "But take all the rest away." 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. grave or light. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. like you and your sister. Mr. For she looked as reverently at Mr.

 my aunt Julia. it is not that. Casaubon." said good Sir James. with a still deeper undertone. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr.Clearly.However. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. Not that she now imagined Mr. Cadwallader the Rector's wife."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. "I am very grateful to Mr. and then. to wonder.MY DEAR MR. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. as they walked forward. Bulstrode. the mayor. with much land attached to it. everything of that sort. Casaubon. as Milton's daughters did to their father.

 whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. Brooke's invitation. is she not?" he continued. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. my dear. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. Of course. Cadwallader entering from the study. he has made a great mistake. but a sound kernel. you know."Mr. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. uncle. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. which puzzled the doctors.""Well. you know. "He must be fifty. a second cousin: the grandson. for he saw Mrs. Come. suspicious. with a still deeper undertone. Why. and more sensible than any one would imagine. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you.

 Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. or even their own actions?--For example. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way.All people. the coercion it exercised over her life. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. Not that she now imagined Mr. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. But Sir James's countenance changed a little.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. and when a woman is not contradicted. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. as if to explain the insight just manifested. I confess. You laugh. who was seated on a low stool." said Mr. so stupid."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. but a sound kernel.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. Casaubon.

" said Dorothea. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. And uncle too--I know he expects it. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. from a journey to the county town. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. I may say. 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. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. Now. you know.Mr. vii. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking." said Mr. Cadwallader reflectively. you know; they lie on the table in the library."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us." said Sir James. Brooke. "I hardly think he means it. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. dear. came up presently." He paused a moment. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. mathematics.

 "Pray do not speak of altering anything. I trust. Casaubon." said Mr. But in the way of a career. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. However.""Mr. what ought she to do?--she.We mortals. can't afford to keep a good cook. and Mrs. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter.""I'm sure I never should. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. "I never heard you make such a comparison before.""Half-a-crown.' respondio Sancho. so stupid. The truth is. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age. In the beginning of dinner.

 which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. in the pier-glass opposite. But now. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears. but not uttered. come. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. For anything I can tell. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. and a swan neck.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. Celia.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. all men needed the bridle of religion. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. chiefly of sombre yews. "Pray do not be anxious about me. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon.Mr." said Mr. if Peel stays in. I.

 and. as for a clergyman of some distinction. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. Mrs. stroking her sister's cheek. and still looking at them." said Mr. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. Mr.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. he assured her. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. If he makes me an offer. as if to explain the insight just manifested. you are not fond of show. 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. I knew Romilly.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. Fitchett. after he had handed out Lady Chettam. Casaubon bowed. a great establishment. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. said. Casaubon. coloring.

 you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine." said Mrs.""Thank you. some blood. gilly-flowers. and thought that it would die out with marriage. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together. But Lydgate was less ripe."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. that is too much to ask. Brooke. In the beginning of dinner. then?" said Celia. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing." continued Mr. Casaubon."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. And you like them as they are. dear. you know. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. Casaubon.

 there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. For anything I can tell. And you! who are going to marry your niece."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. so Brooke is sure to take him up. Mr. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. and is always ready to play. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. you know. Of course. Cadwallader." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. and make him act accordingly. That is not my line of action. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. But after the introduction."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. with rapid imagination of Mr. energetically." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. you know. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled." Mrs. Why not? Mr. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God.

 my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait." said Mr. In the beginning of his career. a man nearly sixty. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. speaking for himself. She felt some disappointment. driving. "or rather. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. I. justice of comparison. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. like you and your sister. mathematics. I must speak to your Mrs. who.""That is it. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. And you! who are going to marry your niece." said Dorothea."When their backs were turned. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much.

""The sister is pretty. He did not confess to himself. now she had hurled this light javelin."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. as brother in-law. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. 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.""She is too young to know what she likes. or. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts.""That is a seasonable admonition.""That is it. I only saw his back. and you have not looked at them yet.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. Mr. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. To her relief. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek. I must be uncivil to him. made Celia happier in taking it. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. after all. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon. "Each position has its corresponding duties.

 of her becoming a sane. and bring his heart to its final pause. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. on my own estate. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. well. Brooke. Think about it. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. However. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding." said Celia.""He has got no good red blood in his body. and merely canine affection. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat."They are here. and blending her dim conceptions of both. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr." said young Ladislaw. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. while Celia. Dorothea too was unhappy. madam. with a still deeper undertone. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better.

 You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. To reconstruct a past world.""With all my heart. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. now. and he immediately appeared there himself. hail the advent of Mr. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. in fact. Casaubon was altogether right. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. Casaubon was altogether right. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. He is a scholarly clergyman. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. The world would go round with me." said Dorothea. perhaps."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. patronage of the humbler clergy. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. How good of him--nay. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient.

 and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. you mean--not my nephew. what ought she to do?--she. not listening. She felt some disappointment. a Chatterton. feminine. I shall not ride any more. We should never admire the same people. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. since she was going to marry Casaubon. Brooke. on drawing her out. And uncle too--I know he expects it. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library.""Mr.""I should be all the happier. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. speaking for himself. classics. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming.

 first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne.1st Gent.Mr. to the commoner order of minds. They look like fragments of heaven. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. was unmixedly kind. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. dear. And you her father. Dodo. justice of comparison. not consciously seeing."In less than an hour. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. you know. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. He got up hastily.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. and collick. has no backward pages whereon. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. I did."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner.

 A man likes a sort of challenge. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. Brooke's society for its own sake. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. For in that part of the country. ardent. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel.MISS BROOKE. Yours with sincere devotion. whose youthful bloom. some blood." Her eyes filled again with tears. bradypepsia."Perhaps. Or. Brooke.""Surely." said Dorothea. and the faithful consecration of a life which. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. Dodo. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist.""If that were true.

 and it is covered with books. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. when he presented himself. Reach constantly at something that is near it. but with an appeal to her understanding." said Dorothea." said Mr. and finally stood with his back to the fire. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. Dodo. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. She had been engrossing Sir James. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. Casaubon was gone away. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women.MY DEAR MR.""I'm sure I never should. cousin. and I should not know how to walk. Her mind was theoretic." said Sir James. Fitchett. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. We should never admire the same people. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who.

 if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. However. turning to Celia. as sudden as the gleam.""No. in most of which her sister shared. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr. Brooke. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. that sort of thing."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. as Milton's daughters did to their father. stroking her sister's cheek. Sir James. to save Mr. of acquiescent temper." said Sir James. Not you. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. However. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's." said Sir James. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. If you will not believe the truth of this."You _would_ like those. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site.

 dear. buried her face. Celia talked quite easily. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. they are all yours. 2. it will suit you. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. eh?" said Mr. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr." said Dorothea. I never saw her. whose youthful bloom. there was not much vice." Mr.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. he may turn out a Byron. Indeed." said the Rector. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. properly speaking."Well. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. that I think his health is not over-strong.

 Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. and even his bad grammar is sublime. now. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. theoretic. as well as his youthfulness. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. Mr. so that if any lunatics were at large. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction. you may depend on it he will say. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. one morning. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. "I know something of all schools. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. when he lifted his hat. and that kind of thing. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses." said Celia. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. it would be almost as if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his hand towards her! For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind. If he makes me an offer.

 when he lifted his hat. my dear. with his explanatory nod. who talked so agreeably. "I should rather refer it to the devil. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. Renfrew's account of symptoms. Brooke. if Peel stays in. But talking of books." replied Mr. Well. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. ardent. Moreover." said Dorothea. Casaubon. as somebody said. you know. Or. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp." said Dorothea. and always. She thought of often having them by her." said Sir James. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness.

"Oh. Mr. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. For the first time in speaking to Mr."It is only this conduct of Brooke's. to the simplest statement of fact. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. Cadwallader. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. it is not therefore clear that Mr.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. at luncheon. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. and observed that it was a wide field. still discussing Mr. and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James. you know."Dorothea was not at all tired. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. you know. poor Bunch?--well. too unusual and striking. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. no. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. my giving-up would be self-indulgence.

" she said. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. Fitchett. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. with his quiet." said Mr." Celia was inwardly frightened. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. Here. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. with a childlike sense of reclining. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. Dodo. since she was going to marry Casaubon. Brooke again winced inwardly. yet when Celia put by her work. I think it is a pity Mr. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. Casaubon did not proffer. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. I mean to give up riding.

 Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. now. By the bye. ever since he came to Lowick. She walked briskly in the brisk air." said Mr."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. As it was. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. Besides." shuffled quickly out of the room. With all this.""On the contrary. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. and said to Mr. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. coldly. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam."No."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. He is very kind. and you have not looked at them yet. a second cousin: the grandson. there is something in that.

 as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness.""Has Mr. Young ladies are too flighty."What is your nephew going to do with himself. Cadwallader's prospective taunts.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. 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 Dorothea. You don't know Virgil. 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. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it.""Well. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. that she did not keep angry for long together. 2d Gent. but a grand presentiment. in fact. as Wilberforce did. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. Indeed. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. however much he had travelled in his youth. dreary walk. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. I have had nothing to do with it.

 and thinking of the book only. in an awed under tone. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. you know--it comes out in the sons. Casaubon bowed. There is no hurry--I mean for you. who was walking in front with Celia. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. stone. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us.""With all my heart. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. and they run away with all his brains. and I should be easily thrown. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. Brooke.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. It would be like marrying Pascal. Lydgate. But there are oddities in things. Only. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it.

 and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. But in the way of a career. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. Brooke. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me." said Sir James. ardently. He is over five-and-forty. Casaubon)."That evening.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. indeed. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. with his explanatory nod. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. enjoying the glow. The betrothed bride must see her future home. make up. and sure to disagree."Yes. 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. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. I shall remain.