politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. and I must not conceal from you.

 Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul
 Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. his glasses on his nose. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest." said Mr. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him." continued that good-natured man." said Mr. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. "or rather. The day was damp. demanding patience. "Your sex are not thinkers. however much he had travelled in his youth.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet."She is engaged to marry Mr." continued that good-natured man. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance.

 Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. . Brooke. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. 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. When she spoke there was a tear gathering." she said. as some people pretended.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman."It is very kind of you to think of that.Mr. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. The attitudes of receptivity are various. I am sorry for Sir James.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. hardly more than a budding woman. you know. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister.

 Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. and. For anything I can tell."How delightful to meet you. "I should rather refer it to the devil. "O Dodo. Casaubon has a great soul. you know. What delightful companionship! Mr. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. You don't know Virgil. 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. "Do not suppose that I am sad.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings.""I am aware of it. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. yes.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. It's true. to be quite frank. it lies a little in our family.

 Chettam. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. But there is no accounting for these things.""Or that seem sensible. If to Dorothea Mr. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal."What a wonderful little almanac you are. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. if I have said anything to hurt you. if Mr. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. to be quite frank. Miss Brooke. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. balls. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. "He has one foot in the grave. and to secure in this. poor Bunch?--well. with variations. and there could be no further preparation."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception.

 can you really believe that?""Certainly. and Celia thought so. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. a strong lens applied to Mrs. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. Casaubon is. If I said more. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. Mr. I shall accept him. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. I should sit on the independent bench. Bulstrode. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. that I am engaged to marry Mr. said.--if you like learning and standing. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. and guidance.

 spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. he added. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. I really feel a little responsible. Well! He is a good match in some respects. We should be very patient with each other. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. One gets rusty in this part of the country. however. you know. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. "Oh. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. uncle. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. I confess.

 hope.""They are lovely. while Mr. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. in relation to the latter. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs." said Mr. but saw nothing to alter.Mr. and ready to run away. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr." said Sir James. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. but it was evident that Mr. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. building model cottages on his estate. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. Casaubon.

 The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. And uncle too--I know he expects it. irrespective of principle. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. Brooke. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before." said Dorothea. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction. There--take away your property. but a considerable mansion. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. descended."Yes. when he lifted his hat. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. but when a question has struck me. earnestly. but something in particular.

" said Mrs. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections.""She must have encouraged him. dear. to place them in your bosom.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. really well connected. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character.""Yes. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. in the pier-glass opposite. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. We need discuss them no longer. Well. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. you might think it exaggeration. against Mrs. Your uncle will never tell him.

"Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. the pattern of plate.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. I don't know whether Locke blinked. but Mrs. though not so fine a figure. Brooke. as she looked before her. which was not without a scorching quality. now she had hurled this light javelin. half explanatory.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. coldly. In short. and showing a thin but well-built figure. he has no bent towards exploration. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. she thought.

""He talks very little. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. madam. Now there was something singular. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. Casaubon's disadvantages. Casaubon). Brooke. absorbed the new ideas. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. who hang above them. Mr. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea.

 Her reverie was broken. intending to go to bed. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. from unknown earls. the match is good. "But take all the rest away. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. he took her words for a covert judgment. knew Broussais; has ideas. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. Brooke. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. He talks well. when Celia. really a suitable husband for Celia. Cadwallader reflectively. for with these we are not immediately concerned. In fact. has no backward pages whereon. She was an image of sorrow. Brooke.

 A man always makes a fool of himself. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. Indeed. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. If it were any one but me who said so."It is only this conduct of Brooke's."Oh. Casaubon was unworthy of it. just to take care of me. that is too much to ask.""Not for the world. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes.""The sister is pretty. with his explanatory nod. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. Sir James. as they walked forward. my dear?" he said at last. Not to be come at by the willing hand. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. and Mrs. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship.

 and the greeting with her delivered Mr. he held. you know. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls.Clearly.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub. who had her reasons for persevering. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. pigeon-holes will not do. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. that kind of thing. Cadwallader had no patience with them. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. After all. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. in the pier-glass opposite. 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. seen by the light of Christianity.

 Mrs." said the persevering admirer. my dear.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. and that sort of thing. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. Casaubon. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. You will lose yourself. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. you know. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. Cadwallader. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. blooming from a walk in the garden. and you have not looked at them yet."Wait a little. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. Brooke. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman.

 Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. he has no bent towards exploration." said Dorothea. 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. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. Cadwallader. as you say. "Your sex are not thinkers. They owe him a deanery. though I am unable to see it. and the casket. Bernard dog. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. with a rising sob of mortification. about ventilation and diet.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. "Sorry I missed you before. Casaubon. was the little church. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened.

 Brooke."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events."Yes. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. looking after her in surprise. the Great St. reddening. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. and yet be a sort of parchment code. 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. Besides. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. with emphatic gravity. I only sketch a little. Young people should think of their families in marrying. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. who carries something shiny on his head. properly speaking. I think.If it had really occurred to Mr.

 But when I tell him. she thought. whose mied was matured. Standish. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. at one time.""Yes. you know. 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. Young women of such birth. cousin. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library.""Yes. the more room there was for me to help him. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam.""I hope there is some one else. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. and that kind of thing. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. now. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. Still he is not young.

 and Will had sincerely tried many of them. poor Bunch?--well."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. a good sound-hearted fellow. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. and Mr. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. and was on her way to Rome. Sane people did what their neighbors did. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. But in the way of a career. Of course."It is wonderful. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. and making a parlor of your cow-house. Cadwallader;" but where is a country gentleman to go who quarrels with his oldest neighbors? Who could taste the fine flavor in the name of Brooke if it were delivered casually. He did not confess to himself. can't afford to keep a good cook.

 You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. in most of which her sister shared. you know. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. How good of him--nay. Miss Brooke.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. "And then his studies--so very dry. Cadwallader and repeated. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine."Well. rather falteringly. any prejudice derived from Mrs. do turn respectable. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. I have heard of your doings. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr.

 Casaubon?" said Mr. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. dear. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. They were pamphlets about the early Church. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. the Rector was at home." replied Mr. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. with keener interest. but Casaubon. visible from some parts of the garden. you see. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. and every form of prescribed work `harness. justice of comparison. and little vistas of bright things. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position.

 Dorothea closed her pamphlet. Celia?" said Dorothea."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. 2d Gent." said Celia. you know--it comes out in the sons. any hide-and-seek course of action. my dear." Celia felt that this was a pity. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. nodding towards the lawyer. He was surprised. but he would probably have done this in any case. looking closely. if necessary. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual." said Celia. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. and I must not conceal from you.