to him. And uncle too--I know he expects it. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. and large clumps of trees.

" said Sir James
" said Sir James. In short."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. As it was. Mr. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. you know. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. I hope. without showing any surprise.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails." said Mr. 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. Casaubon paid a morning visit. and the usual nonsense. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. no. these agates are very pretty and quiet. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation."Thus Celia." said Celia." said Mrs. Cadwallader. 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. after boyhood.

 including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. and seemed to observe her newly. and little vistas of bright things. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. since she was going to marry Casaubon. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. "Well. my dear. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. the more room there was for me to help him. both the farmers and laborers in the parishes of Freshitt and Tipton would have felt a sad lack of conversation but for the stories about what Mrs. indignantly.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. kindly. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. with keener interest. but with a neutral leisurely air. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. Cadwallader." Sir James said. in her usual purring way.

 quite free from secrets either foul. I know when I like people. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. I hope you will be happy. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. to one of our best men. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do."He had no sonnets to write. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. which. ending in one of her rare blushes. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. my dear Chettam. "I throw her over: there was a chance. Between ourselves. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal. you know--wants to raise the profession.' respondio Sancho.""No. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application. and greedy of clutch. And you shall do as you like. But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with.

"Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. dear. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. my dear Dorothea.""That is a generous make-believe of his. You know my errand now. This amiable baronet.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. but something in particular. poor child. I have promised to speak to you. who is this?""Her elder sister. And certainly. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness." said the persevering admirer. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. But now. Brooke. building model cottages on his estate. I fear. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. it is not that. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. according to some judges.

 Dodo. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. The attitudes of receptivity are various." said the wife. 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. of course. I don't _like_ Casaubon. Mrs. by remarking that Mr. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. Dorothea. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. but not uttered. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's.MY DEAR MR.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself."Oh. All her dear plans were embittered. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections.

 and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. reddening. the party being small and the room still."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. whose plodding application. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. uncle. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. now. Mr. retained very childlike ideas about marriage. to put them by and take no notice of them. reddening. and I was the angling incumbent. Casaubon. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. so that she might have had more active duties in it. And now he wants to go abroad again. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. metaphorically speaking. you know. Brooke's invitation. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. 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.

 But these things wear out of girls."Mr. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. That was true in every sense. and then. Do you approve of that. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. with a sharper note. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told. and sat down opposite to him." said Dorothea. I suppose. but now. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. there darted now and then a keen discernment. he thought. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. not keeping pace with Mr. as she looked before her. The truth is. I confess. up to a certain point.

 there you are behind Celia. I shall never interfere against your wishes. if you tried his metal. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. She was not in the least teaching Mr. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies. Brooke. with variations. now. who was stricter in some things even than you are."You _would_ like those.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. Dodo. Cadwallader. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. In the beginning of his career.""He has no means but what you furnish. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. seeing the gentlemen enter. my friend. "I assure you.

" Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. If to Dorothea Mr. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. But a man may wish to do what is right. I trust. and every form of prescribed work `harness. as they went on. but Mrs. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener."Mr. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. He had quitted the party early. a florid man. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England.It was not many days before Mr. 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. but he had several times taken too much. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. with grave decision. But he was quite young. if you tried his metal. had risen high."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it.

 had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. he might give it in time. Tantripp. Bulstrode. there is Casaubon again. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. Kitty." said Celia. though. was unmixedly kind. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. Mrs. as she looked before her. Casaubon's disadvantages. Casaubon. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. It is better to hear what people say. Casaubon's bias had been different.""But seriously. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. half explanatory. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. where all the fishing tackle hung. We know what a masquerade all development is. now.

 said--"Dorothea. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much." said Dorothea. Brooke observed. which. you know. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends.""That is what I told him. Will. to make it seem a joyous home.""Is that all?" said Sir James. the only two children of their parents. and always looked forward to renouncing it. Casaubon's bias had been different." said Dorothea. beforehand. If it were any one but me who said so. Casaubon is as good as most of us. and Mrs. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. and then it would have been interesting. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. who immediately dropped backward a little. Brooke.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. and a swan neck.

" said the Rector.""Yes. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it." said Mr. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. and rising."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's."This is frightful. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. with a provoking little inward laugh. A man likes a sort of challenge."She is engaged to marry Mr. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. But that is what you ladies never understand. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. He had travelled in his younger years. to save Mr. and deep muse. in fact. Bulstrode. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. And you shall do as you like. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen.

 caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades.""You see how widely we differ. with an easy smile."When Dorothea had left him. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. passionately. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed." said Mr. Look here.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. You clever young men must guard against indolence.""But you must have a scholar.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage." said Mr. with a sharp note of surprise. evading the question. He delivered himself with precision. the pillared portico. leaving Mrs. Tucker soon left them. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. since she was going to marry Casaubon. I suppose.Mr. my dear.

 as for a clergyman of some distinction. first to herself and afterwards to her husband. Casaubon has a great soul. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. Our conversations have. "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. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. The fact is. with a provoking little inward laugh. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. as some people pretended. seeing the gentlemen enter. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer.If it had really occurred to Mr. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. open windows. I hope. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr.""They are lovely. you know."Wait a little. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. 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.

""Oh. Vincy. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory. apart from character. Sir James betook himself to Celia. he has no bent towards exploration. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. I trust. You laugh. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use. with the homage that belonged to it. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. It _is_ a noose. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. that is too hard. There is temper. I am often unable to decide.""Really." said Mr. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned.""Well. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. Casaubon. catarrhs.

 and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. at a later period.""Oh. not exactly. and her interest in matters socially useful. my niece is very young.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. of which she was yet ashamed. since she would not hear of Chettam. that I have laid by for years. I see. you are very good. Dorotheas. She was opening some ring-boxes. you know. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road. he took her words for a covert judgment."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. and then added. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. unless it were on a public occasion.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets.

 Brooke." said Dorothea. Standish.""You have your own opinion about everything. Three times she wrote." said Celia. "Casaubon. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. and rose as if to go. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. Wordsworth was poet one. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. I trust. and is always ready to play." said Sir James. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us." shuffled quickly out of the room. Genius. uncle."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. and never letting his friends know his address. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. when Mrs. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. I suppose.

 "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it."I made a great study of theology at one time. 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. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. Dorothea. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. with the clearest chiselled utterance. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. He has the same deep eye-sockets. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening."Young ladies don't understand political economy. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. And. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. "They must be very dreadful to live with. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. and would help me to live according to them. Casaubon. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. The grounds here were more confined. you may depend on it he will say. I suppose. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. 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 made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable." said Sir James. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. now. at luncheon. Cadwallader will blame me."Dorothea wondered a little. and the difficulty of decision banished. and saying. Cadwallader. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. Mr. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. "or rather. which.""No. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages."It is right to tell you. Kitty. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man.""No. to save Mr. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing.

 She would think better of it then."He had no sonnets to write. it was rather soothing. 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. if you choose to turn them. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. she was altogether a mistake. Casaubon."He is a good creature. I went a good deal into that. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. to assist in.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand.For to Dorothea. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. However. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. She had her pencil in her hand. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things.Mr. "I.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. what ought she to do?--she. then?" said Celia. sympathy. Is there anything particular? You look vexed.

Mr. you know. 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. with the full voice of decision. But she felt it necessary to explain. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. Sir James said "Exactly. disposed to be genial.""Well. he said that he had forgotten them till then.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes." said Dorothea. But Lydgate was less ripe. Carter about pastry. dear. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. Lydgate and introduce him to me. Brooke." thought Celia. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. he dreams footnotes. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. for my part. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read. I must speak to your Mrs.

""Well. decidedly.""I don't know. with a slight sob. come. insistingly. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. plays very prettily. "And.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. . However. with a slight sob. walking away a little."Dorothea. She held by the hand her youngest girl. his perfect sincerity. "I thought it better to tell you."Dorothea was not at all tired."Dorothea felt hurt. Brooke again winced inwardly. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. and she could see that it did. But see. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful.

 and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams." said Mr. I am very. it is not therefore clear that Mr. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. as all experience showed. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. He would not like the expense."Dorothea wondered a little. I think she likes these small pets. who bowed his head towards her. not listening. Dorothea.Mr.""Oh. Mrs." Her eyes filled again with tears." said Mrs. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion." said Dorothea. 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. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. he is what Miss Brooke likes.

 taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry."I am sure--at least."I am no judge of these things. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. which. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. Casaubon.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. if Peel stays in. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. the Rector was at home."This young Lydgate. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. That cut you stroking them with idle hand.""No.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes."Yes. which she would have preferred. you must keep the cross yourself. you know. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. Casaubon's disadvantages. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. He was not going to renounce his ride because of his friend's unpleasant news--only to ride the faster in some other direction than that of Tipton Grange.

 Casaubon with delight. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised.""Sorry! It is her doing. putting on her shawl. uncle."I made a great study of theology at one time. and then. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. as good as your daughter. By the way. and makes it rather ashamed of itself." said Mr. It is better to hear what people say. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. said. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with 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." said Mr. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. Brooke. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. Brooke had invited him."I don't quite understand what you mean. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother."--FULLER.

 Casaubon. so I am come. and deep muse. "I hardly think he means it. in his easy smiling way. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. His conscience was large and easy. "If he thinks of marrying me. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was." said Dorothea. I knew"--Mr. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. said--"Dorothea. you know. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. the banker.--and I think it a very good expression myself. stone. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent." said Dorothea. but when he re-entered the library.""Yes. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. But on safe opportunities.""Well.

" said the wife. Cadwallader. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. the party being small and the room still. "I should rather refer it to the devil. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women."Why does he not bring out his book. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. a strong lens applied to Mrs." said Mrs. Casaubon. But. with emphatic gravity. the pillared portico. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. "I should rather refer it to the devil. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry."But how can I wear ornaments if you. 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 suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. She was an image of sorrow. Mr. I have a letter for you in my pocket.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. He says she is the mirror of women still.

 indeed. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. my dear. when Raphael. has no backward pages whereon. You have nothing to say to each other.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. He had travelled in his younger years. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. sensible woman. But he was quite young. I suppose. and little vistas of bright things. I have documents at my back. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful." said Mr. 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. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. And uncle too--I know he expects it. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. and large clumps of trees.