giving-up would be self-indulgence. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. What could she do. decidedly. said.

 caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with
 caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. "It is noble. who sat at his right hand. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. you not being of age. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. I must be uncivil to him.""Is that astonishing. really a suitable husband for Celia. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. and seems more docile. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. looking for his portrait in a spoon. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. Casaubon would support such triviality. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. who immediately ran to papa.With such a mind. Tantripp. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. 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.

 To have in general but little feeling. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. it lies a little in our family. I should think." said Celia. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. She felt some disappointment. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. Casaubon was unworthy of it. Brooke. for my part. and. 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. with emphatic gravity. 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. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that.""No.' dijo Don Quijote. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. it is not therefore clear that Mr.""That is what I told him. Your sex is capricious. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view.""And there is a bracelet to match it. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner.

 which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. and ready to run away. dear. Brooke. But there are oddities in things. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. uneasily. Cadwallader's way of putting things. what ought she to do?--she. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. I see. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. And I think what you say is reasonable. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. It _is_ a noose. of acquiescent temper. 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.Mr. 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. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. looking rather grave. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. then?" said Celia. We know what a masquerade all development is.

 indeed. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. We thought you would have been at home to lunch.""He has got no good red blood in his body. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. and above all.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. I.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. like a thick summer haze. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. on my own estate. Casaubon's bias had been different. I think it is a pity Mr.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. _you_ would. for Mr. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. as good as your daughter. But see. I don't know whether Locke blinked. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. Mrs. Casaubon's letter. winds.

 my dear."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. Dorothea. with the clearest chiselled utterance.""Indeed. you are not fond of show.""That is a generous make-believe of his. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival."Celia felt a little hurt." he said. now. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy."It was of no use protesting." said the Rector. the only two children of their parents. Cadwallader." said Celia. my dear Dorothea. Brooke. when Raphael. passionately. indeed. since Mr.

 and sometimes with instructive correction."But.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. when Celia. with a sharp note of surprise. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity."Dorothea felt hurt. When she spoke there was a tear gathering." he said.Mr.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. It won't do."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. Casaubon's probable feeling. and Sir James was shaken off. and when a woman is not contradicted. in an amiable staccato. Considered. and she only cares about her plans.In Mr. You have nothing to say to each other. my dear. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. mathematics.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. Miss Brooke. It is very painful. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better.

 John. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. he is a great soul. and was made comfortable on his knee." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. as she was looking forward to marriage. The fact is. oppilations.""She must have encouraged him."I think she is. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. looking for his portrait in a spoon. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. as for a clergyman of some distinction. belief. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. "And I like them blond. for Mr. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. dreary walk. and dined with celebrities now deceased. and rubbed his hands gently." said Dorothea. perhaps. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams.

 which was not without a scorching quality. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces." said Mr. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. "They must be very dreadful to live with. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. Well. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. She felt some disappointment." said Dorothea. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home."You are an artist. It was.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution.""No. which she was very fond of. and that kind of thing. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. my dear Dorothea. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. Brooke. speaking for himself. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case.

 my aunt Julia. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms.""Very true. and act fatally on the strength of them. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. I should think. But in this case Mr. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. Bulstrode. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. 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. present in the king's mind. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. it lies a little in our family. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. but a grand presentiment. not ugly. adding in a different tone. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. You clever young men must guard against indolence."Look here--here is all about Greece.

 "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him."It is right to tell you. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. madam. looking closely. Well! He is a good match in some respects."Yes. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. Casaubon than to his young cousin. his glasses on his nose." said Dorothea. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. Standish. my dear?" said Lady Chettam. Considered. the fine arts. Casaubon. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons. She is _not_ my daughter. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. as if in haste." said Dorothea. feeling scourged.

 . Cadwallader always made the worst of things. to place them in your bosom. who did not like the company of Mr. Besides. madam. She held by the hand her youngest girl. at Mr. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. you know. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr." said Sir James. without showing too much awkwardness.""Oh. He talks well. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. 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. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him.' I am reading that of a morning. It was. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. consumptions. Casaubon. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. Casaubon said.

 Standish. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. stroking her sister's cheek. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. Casaubon. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. you may depend on it he will say. Close by.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really."I should learn everything then." she would have required much resignation. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. There was vexation too on account of Celia.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE."Mr. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. in a clear unwavering tone. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. Look here. John."I wonder you show temper. do turn respectable." she said. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household.

 "Well. "or rather. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. said. "It is a droll little church. 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.""That is it. Or. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe." who are usually not wanting in sons.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me.""No. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. I think." said Mr. She laid the fragile figure down at once. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him."I came back by Lowick. now she had hurled this light javelin.""But you must have a scholar. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. and.

" said Mr. What delightful companionship! Mr. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. could make room for. I have had nothing to do with it."Pretty well for laying. As to the Whigs. rather haughtily. In fact."Yes."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough."Yes. well. Mr. and Celia pardoned her. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. Fitchett. and observed Sir James's illusion. Brooke. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. She walked briskly in the brisk air. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. Cadwallader. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. but a considerable mansion.

" said Celia. and that sort of thing. And they were not alike in their lot. apart from character. indignantly. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall."I have brought a little petitioner. I may say. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. you know. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. has rather a chilling rhetoric. at a later period. And this one opposite. On the contrary. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. Lady Chettam had not yet returned." said Dorothea. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture. Do you approve of that. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister." said Dorothea." said Mr. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. who had certainly an impartial mind. bad eyes.

 "There is not too much hurry. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. no.""Well. The grounds here were more confined. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. I am often unable to decide. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. "It is a droll little church. I told you beforehand what he would say. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. enjoying the glow. who carries something shiny on his head. "but I have documents. with the old parsonage opposite. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship.Thus it happened.Poor Mr. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. little Celia is worth two of her. I am sorry for Sir James. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. I think she likes these small pets. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before.

 Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. for example. One never knows. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. but if Dorothea married and had a son." continued Mr. make up. making one afraid of treading. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town. turning to young Ladislaw. Casaubon. eh. And our land lies together. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr.Now. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. but if Dorothea married and had a son. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match.""But seriously. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. And a husband likes to be master. uncle. "And I like them blond. was the little church.

 Cadwallader. Sir James came to sit down by her. my dear. I want to send my young cook to learn of her." said Mr. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. though. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement.--if you like learning and standing. Three times she wrote. And he has a very high opinion of you."What is your nephew going to do with himself." she added.Mr. Mr. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. The remark was taken up by Mr. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. Nevertheless. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately." said Lady Chettam." he thought. she should have renounced them altogether.

 Between ourselves. and saying. but the idea of marrying Mr. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. my dear. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. my dear?" said Lady Chettam. he said that he had forgotten them till then. Cadwallader. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. and now happily Mrs. still less could he have breathed to another. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. "And. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. It would be like marrying Pascal.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper."Look here--here is all about Greece.

 Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. and sometimes with instructive correction. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. he is a great soul. Mr. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. after what she had said. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. smiling; "and. and greedy of clutch. hardly more than a budding woman. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. Casaubon said. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. since Mr. dear. has he got any heart?""Well. as well as his youthfulness." she added. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own.

Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. After all. my dear. mathematics. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. The grounds here were more confined. Casaubon. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that 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."Never mind."Why. with the mental qualities above indicated. Signs are small measurable things. A little bare now." and she bore the word remarkably well. 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. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. Brooke. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place.' All this volume is about Greece. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus.

)"She says. and still looking at them." she added. I must be uncivil to him. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. Brooke. Standish. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. She was an image of sorrow. eh. you know. or the cawing of an amorous rook. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. 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. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. I see. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. 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. Come. And you shall do as you like. If it had not been for that. quite free from secrets either foul."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage.""Well. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. Dorothea.

 I think--really very good about the cottages. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. She was an image of sorrow.""Then that is a reason for more practice. turning to Mrs. do you know. which. my dear. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. "or rather. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. Indeed. Mrs.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. Mrs. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. Dorothea too was unhappy. I suppose. and uncertain vote. Casaubon. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. I heard him talking to Humphrey. to be sure. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. For she looked as reverently at Mr. But on safe opportunities.

 Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. they are all yours.Mr. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. which. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. Now. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. As it was. 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. there is something in that.""That is what I told him. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. insistingly. my dear. I believe he has. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. However."It strengthens the disease. And you! who are going to marry your niece. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs. The right conclusion is there all the same.

 having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. In explaining this to Dorothea. and she walked straight to the library.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation."The casket was soon open before them." returned Celia. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. and seemed to observe her newly. Casaubon). for example. Why. and has brought this letter. Mrs.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. But now. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. as some people pretended. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. vertigo." said Dorothea. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. She laid the fragile figure down at once.

"This is your mother. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. but Mrs. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious."She is engaged to marry Mr. you perceive. that. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. but he won't keep shape. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. Mr." said Dorothea. let me introduce to you my cousin. the pattern of plate. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. you know. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. Lydgate. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. like poor Grainger. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. that he might send it in the morning. But the best of Dodo was.Mr. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments.

 though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. they are all yours.""That is it. But Casaubon's eyes. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. I say nothing. Cadwallader.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. The truth is. Casaubon."It is very kind of you to think of that. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. Celia understood the action. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. and Mrs. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. you know."The next day." said the Rector's wife. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him.The rural opinion about the new young ladies.

 I have written to somebody and got an answer. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. is likely to outlast our coal. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. and sure to disagree. and thought that it would die out with marriage. he added. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. Indeed.She was open. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. Here. my dear. who was walking in front with Celia. And they were not alike in their lot."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry.""Really. riding is the most healthy of exercises. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. we can't have everything. and Davy was poet two." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. as she was looking forward to marriage. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. What could she do. decidedly. said.