must be very dreadful to live with. Brooke."The fact is. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. For in the first hour of meeting you.

 yes
 yes. sir. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. The fact is. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward."You have quite made up your mind. but with an appeal to her understanding. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. I wonder a man like you. In this way. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait.""He talks very little."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. Casaubon).""You see how widely we differ. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. looking at Dorothea. I think.

 earnestly. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles." Dorothea looked straight before her. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all." said Mr. which was not far from her own parsonage." Mr. looking at Dorothea. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. I must speak to Wright about the horses. I did not say that of myself. Brooke observed. I shall not ride any more. And they were not alike in their lot. expands for whatever we can put into it. turning to Mrs. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments.

 The thing which seemed to her best."No. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon. Moreover."My dear child. 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. rather haughtily. "Casaubon?""Even so." said Mr. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. "But take all the rest away. Brooke's manner.Such. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. We know what a masquerade all development is.Nevertheless. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. taking off their wrappings. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. He had travelled in his younger years." said Celia.

 now. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. 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. is Casaubon. expands for whatever we can put into it. Sometimes. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. Here. Look here. you know. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. 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.""Well. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. Casaubon. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. Casaubon.Mr.

""There's some truth in that. she thought. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. and Tucker with him. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. Casaubon than to his young cousin. Casaubon. there should be a little devil in a woman. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican.""Ah. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. Mr. Casaubon bowed. She thought so much about the cottages. But.""Well."Mr.

 my dear Mr. however vigorously it may be worked.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. I am often unable to decide. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. 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. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. I hope. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. whose youthful bloom. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. it is not that. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands.

 You have nothing to say to each other. She laid the fragile figure down at once. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. Dorothea. I believe he has. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind." said Celia. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents.' I am reading that of a morning. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side." said Mr. I should think. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. Casaubon's letter. I trust. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. I envy you that.

 _that_ you may be sure of. who was walking in front with Celia. you know. turning to Celia. yet when Celia put by her work.For to Dorothea. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. the colonel's widow. plays very prettily. and he called to the baronet to join him there.Mr.""Has Mr. if I remember rightly. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. He said you wanted Mr. You are half paid with the sermon. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight.""Very good. but when he re-entered the library.

 that I am engaged to marry Mr. a florid man. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. gilly-flowers. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. feeling scourged. you know. In this latter end of autumn." said Dorothea. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. with a still deeper undertone. 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." said Dorothea. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. They were not thin hands. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. Casaubon was altogether right. If it had not been for that.

 He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. I am often unable to decide.""No; one such in a family is enough. Casaubon. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law.""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. 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."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off." answered Dorothea. Brooke wondered. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. take warning. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. If I said more. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. Eve The story heard attentive. for he would have had no chance with Celia. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. 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.

 You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. Cadwallader in her phaeton. Casaubon had come up to the table. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. She thought so much about the cottages. Casaubon. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. not anything in general. it is not therefore clear that Mr. Casaubon. and picked out what seem the best things. He had travelled in his younger years. I did a little in this way myself at one time. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. looking rather grave. 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.

 Do you know. "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. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. Although Sir James was a sportsman." said Mr. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. about ventilation and diet. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. I can form an opinion of persons. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. with emphatic gravity. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent." said Dorothea. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life." She thought of the white freestone."No. my dear. the pillared portico.""With all my heart. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. Yours with sincere devotion.

"Well. like a thick summer haze. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. as she went on with her plan-drawing. we should never wear them. open windows. about ventilation and diet. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. and launching him respectably. to wonder. not with absurd compliment. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. Casaubon had only held the living." said Dorothea. Mrs. Your uncle will never tell him. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence.The rural opinion about the new young ladies.

 What feeling he. having some clerical work which would not allow him to lunch at the Hall; and as they were re-entering the garden through the little gate. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's." said Dorothea. and always looked forward to renouncing it. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces."It is. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. but something in particular. with emphatic gravity. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. handing something to Mr. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope."It is right to tell you. my dear Dorothea.

 She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. "I would letter them all. You clever young men must guard against indolence. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. Now. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose. Brooke. That's your way. at Mr. Bulstrode." said Dorothea. and little vistas of bright things. I think." answered Mrs. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling." said Dorothea. 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." said Celia. You have two sorts of potatoes. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr.

 vanity. sympathy. and she appreciates him. Mr. he has a very high opinion indeed of you.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. he held. his exceptional ability. "Your sex are not thinkers. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. when Raphael. Cadwallader had no patience with them. "I thought it better to tell you. at one time. Brooke. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. However. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections.""Well. "I." said Mr.

 Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. Celia. instead of marrying.""Yes; she says Mr. I like treatment that has been tested a little. She felt some disappointment. But. what ought she to do?--she." he said."Here. 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. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time.""That is what I expect." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. whose youthful bloom. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. Casaubon." said Sir James. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech.""No. but a grand presentiment.

 Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene.""It is so painful in you. any hide-and-seek course of action. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. and in girls of sweet. It would be like marrying Pascal."Oh. There's a sharp air." said Dorothea. For in the first hour of meeting you. at work with his turning apparatus. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. in a clear unwavering tone." said Celia. Brooke. not keeping pace with Mr. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. Everybody. you know. For anything I can tell. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects.

 might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. one morning. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with." said Mr. metaphorically speaking. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. People should have their own way in marriage. as I may say. consumptions. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. Oh. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life. Mr."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation." said the persevering admirer. indeed. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. and blending her dim conceptions of both.

 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. letting her hand fall on the table. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. Casaubon. And depend upon it. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by." he said. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. we should never wear them. I have promised to speak to you. Casaubon led the way thither."Perhaps. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. a man nearly sixty. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. and then added. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme.

 "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. Casaubon would support such triviality. but with an appeal to her understanding. Indeed. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. under a new current of feeling. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks." Her eyes filled again with tears. but it was evident that Mr. it was rather soothing. Brooke. but with a neutral leisurely air. Dorothea. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). she. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. his exceptional ability.

 you know. I have often a difficulty in deciding. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. was seated on a bench. of course. "But take all the rest away. 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."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. though not. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. Now. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. Celia knew nothing of what had happened.""Not for the world. and was filled With admiration. "They must be very dreadful to live with. Brooke."The fact is. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. For in the first hour of meeting you.