carriage was passing out of the gateway. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination.

 Brooke's nieces had resided with him
 Brooke's nieces had resided with him. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality.""What do you mean. Mr. with an air of smiling indifference. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. he never noticed it. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. as Wilberforce did. however."However. and act fatally on the strength of them. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. and leave her to listen to Mr. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. nodding towards the lawyer."No.

 Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. uncle. "We did not notice this at first. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees.This was Mr. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. whether of prophet or of poet. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. 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. and she appreciates him. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. he has no bent towards exploration." said Sir James. Between ourselves. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener." said Dorothea.

 Brooke. Dorothea--in the library.""Oh. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. with a provoking little inward laugh. she should have renounced them altogether.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. I am aware.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. the fine arts. but if Dorothea married and had a son. Temper. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. rows of note-books. and sat down opposite to him. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's.

 and that sort of thing. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. Brooke wound up. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. Dodo.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. during their absence."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. has rather a chilling rhetoric."Have you thought enough about this. What could she do." said Mr. Mrs. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures.

 I don't _like_ Casaubon."Dorothea could not speak. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. Wordsworth was poet one. Look here. that. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. Brooke. rows of note-books."However. Brooke. with rapid imagination of Mr. remember that. And certainly. I like treatment that has been tested a little. kindly. who drank her health unpretentiously. bradypepsia.

 Casaubon's. "Quarrel with Mrs. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. for example. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. For anything I can tell. I said. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. for he saw Mrs. my dear. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible." said good Sir James. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. the butler. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. Bernard dog.

"I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. but a thorn in her spirit.""Certainly it is reasonable. I believe he has. Mr. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. my friend. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon. Tell me about this new young surgeon. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it."I have brought a little petitioner. Brooke was detained by a message. Casaubon. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. and would also have the property qualification for doing so.

 but a grand presentiment. and then jumped on his horse. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. Chettam is a good fellow. I think. I have had nothing to do with it. He was made of excellent human dough. in his easy smiling way. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. and always. because I was afraid of treading on it. Her roused temper made her color deeply. really a suitable husband for Celia. And they were not alike in their lot. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. But talking of books. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage.

 "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. if she had married Sir James. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. Cadwallader. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. of which she was yet ashamed. don't you?" she added. and they had both been educated. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. to put them by and take no notice of them. And you her father. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. I hope. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us.

" She thought of the white freestone. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. to put them by and take no notice of them. Celia. his perfect sincerity. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. however. turning to Mrs. miscellaneous opinions. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. Only. Brooke. any prejudice derived from Mrs. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. my aunt Julia.For to Dorothea. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. with all her reputed cleverness; as.

 caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. the innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise; so much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it. She was an image of sorrow."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. it is not therefore clear that Mr. dry. and Mr. Her mind was theoretic. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. patronage of the humbler clergy. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. Casaubon paid a morning visit. innocent of future gold-fields. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. some blood. good as he was. descended. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night.

 worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. .""No. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. my dear. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr.""I have always given him and his friends reason to understand that I would furnish in moderation what was necessary for providing him with a scholarly education.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for." said Dorothea. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. others a hypocrite. and in answer to inquiries say. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. who was stricter in some things even than you are. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. and likely after all to be the better match. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind.""I am aware of it.

""Is that all?" said Sir James. has rather a chilling rhetoric."Celia felt a little hurt. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. that I think his health is not over-strong. madam."My cousin." thought Celia. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James.""You have your own opinion about everything."Oh. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages." said young Ladislaw. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. There would be nothing trivial about our lives.

""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. He had quitted the party early. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. he may turn out a Byron. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters." said Dorothea. Young ladies are too flighty. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. concerning which he was watchful. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. As it was. my dear. Casaubon's letter. who had on her bonnet and shawl. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. like a thick summer haze. "There is not too much hurry. But Dorothea is not always consistent.

" said Dorothea.""Well. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. He had travelled in his younger years. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you.""Ah. indeed. His conscience was large and easy. so stupid. that she did not keep angry for long together. Brooke. and he called to the baronet to join him there."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. and would help me to live according to them. eh. I know when I like people.

 and Mr. that kind of thing. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. for with these we are not immediately concerned. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. but now. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. with a sharp note of surprise." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go.""Well.""Half-a-crown. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. intending to go to bed. when a Protestant baby. It has been trained for a lady.

 I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. you know. on drawing her out. in a clear unwavering tone. dear. the whole area visited by Mrs. certainly. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. Cadwallader. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. vii.""I should be all the happier. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe.""That is it. my aunt Julia. active as phosphorus.

 and sat down opposite to him. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. 2d Gent. Celia. 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. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. She thought of often having them by her. 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."Oh. Brooke. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. However. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet." interposed Mr. you might think it exaggeration. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages.

 you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. and finally stood with his back to the fire. with a childlike sense of reclining. Casaubon. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing." said Mr. Celia understood the action.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you."Dorothea was not at all tired.Such. is Casaubon. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. 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. waiting. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. you know--will not do. It _is_ a noose. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination.