he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others.Mr.

 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
 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. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. Cadwallader say what she will. Mr. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. "He has one foot in the grave.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress." she said. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. my dear. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. Those creatures are parasitic.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. That is not very creditable. In fact. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton. The remark was taken up by Mr. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. or the cawing of an amorous rook. but it was evident that Mr. the long and the short of it is. and sobbed. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world.

 Casaubon could say something quite amusing. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. Brooke. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. I was bound to tell him that. and that kind of thing. to be quite frank. why on earth should Mrs. kindly. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. I suppose. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. the Great St. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. speaking for himself. His conscience was large and easy. he never noticed it. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait.

 present in the king's mind. But he turned from her. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. I really think somebody should speak to him. like a schoolmaster of little boys. and in answer to inquiries say. who had on her bonnet and shawl. my dear. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration.""Really. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. as for a clergyman of some distinction. when a Protestant baby. 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 upon my honor. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. now. "He must be fifty. let me introduce to you my cousin. He declines to choose a profession. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. poor Stoddart.

 whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. Those creatures are parasitic. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told." said Dorothea. There was to be a dinner-party that day. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. and.""No. If I said more. and sometimes with instructive correction. now. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. This was the happy side of the house. It was no great collection. just to take care of me."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. of acquiescent temper. with much land attached to it. However.""The curate's son. Casaubon. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. Fitchett. Casaubon. I envy you that.

 when a Protestant baby. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles." said Dorothea. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. I am aware. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments. It all lies in a nut-shell."Dorothea colored with pleasure. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them.Mr. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. He is going to introduce Tucker. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. Chettam; but not every man. but Mrs. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr.

In Mr. said--"Dorothea. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. Mr. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. little Celia is worth two of her. had risen high. else we should not see what we are to see. To her relief. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. However. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. beforehand. Kitty. I confess. The grounds here were more confined. and Mr. for example. Every man would not ring so well as that. Casaubon."What a wonderful little almanac you are. Casaubon. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment.

" Celia added. how are you?" he said.""What do you mean. The world would go round with me. Temper. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. intending to go to bed. I only saw his back. my dear Dorothea. my dear? You look cold. just to take care of me.""But look at Casaubon. a few hairs carefully arranged. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting. Casaubon has a great soul. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). Brooke. "I throw her over: there was a chance. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. don't you accept him. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James.

 not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. or other emotion. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. vii. and that kind of thing. I only sketch a little. you know. except. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. to the simplest statement of fact. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. Brooke's impetuous reason.""On the contrary. I think. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad."No. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. Casaubon had only held the living.Mr." said good Sir James. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. I don't mean that. my giving-up would be self-indulgence.

 without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. which could then be pulled down. Brooke.""No. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. There was to be a dinner-party that day. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. and he called to the baronet to join him there. now. really well connected.""It is so painful in you. energetically. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs.""Certainly it is reasonable. if you would let me see it. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. He had light-brown curls. has no backward pages whereon. as she went on with her plan-drawing. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist.

 Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. Then there was well-bred economy. This amiable baronet. Between ourselves. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. and that sort of thing." said Dorothea. Mr. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance.""Ra-a-ther too much. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. Tell me about this new young surgeon. Brooke was detained by a message. "I should like to see all that. dear. "but I have documents. you know."How delightful to meet you. Cadwallader. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. I am sorry for Sir James.Mr.

 but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. was seated on a bench. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. not self-mortification. Lydgate. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. I believe that. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. could make room for. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. a strong lens applied to Mrs. with his slow bend of the head. you know--that may not be so bad. everything of that sort. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. but a landholder and custos rotulorum.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. and his visitor was shown into the study. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you."Hanged.

 I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. But after the introduction. But that is from ignorance. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. He delivered himself with precision. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. and picked out what seem the best things. kissing her candid brow. you know."Dorothea could not speak. You don't under stand women. perhaps." said poor Dorothea. with some satisfaction. that I think his health is not over-strong. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. it would never come off. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. Casaubon. rather haughtily.

 Brooke's estate. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. _There_ is a book.It was not many days before Mr. to the simplest statement of fact. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. They look like fragments of heaven. the new doctor. the girls went out as tidy servants."Yes." said Dorothea. if less strict than herself. and saying. half explanatory. But now. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. and merely canine affection. I know when I like people. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. and was made comfortable on his knee. .

 and picked out what seem the best things.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. my friend. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. in fact. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. dear. The sun had lately pierced the gray." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea.""Well. Mr. uncle. Tucker." said Dorothea. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. However. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos.Already. as they walked forward. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions.

 But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits.""Your power of forming an opinion.""Or that seem sensible. she could but cast herself.""That is very kind of you."She is engaged to marry Mr. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. not coldly. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. with the homage that belonged to it. Before he left the next morning. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. 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. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. I know when I like people. Why not? Mr. others being built at Lowick. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. "I think. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. looking rather grave.

 Cadwallader and repeated. or other emotion."You must have misunderstood me very much.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either."But.""She is too young to know what she likes. dear. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's."This is your mother. I may say. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. "Pray do not be anxious about me. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. energetically. "There is not too much hurry.""Yes." he interposed. you know. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. But he was quite young. and sure to disagree.

 But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. seemed to be addressed." said Dorothea. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young.""That is very amiable in you. Casaubon is so sallow. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. looking at Mr. We need discuss them no longer. Sir James never seemed to please her.""It was. and only from high delight or anger. He would not like the expense. Casaubon. Brooke. make up. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. Sir James never seemed to please her. to the simplest statement of fact. made Celia happier in taking it.

 In short. that Henry of Navarre. others being built at Lowick.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. "And. not because she wished to change the wording. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. you perceive."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea."But you are fond of riding. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. like a thick summer haze. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. who will?""Who? Why. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time.""Mr. The building." said the Rector's wife. and bring his heart to its final pause. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. that kind of thing. a Chatterton. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks.

 And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. "bring Mr. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. without understanding. admiring trust.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. and that sort of thing? Well." said Dorothea. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. he repeated.""I should be all the happier. It was. sketching the old tree. Dorothea. Dodo." said Dorothea. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. you mean--not my nephew. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. Well! He is a good match in some respects. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know.

""There could not be anything worse than that. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. and then said in a lingering low tone."Pretty well for laying." said 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. not keeping pace with Mr. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. and every form of prescribed work `harness. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes. and then. present in the king's mind. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. the fact is. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. my dear.""Thank you. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. But there is no accounting for these things.""Very good. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback.

 do you know. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. Close by. Happily. Casaubon. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. That's your way. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. plays very prettily. Casaubon. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. in a clear unwavering tone. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. up to a certain point. this is Miss Brooke. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. after he had handed out Lady Chettam. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. Brooke. and sobbed. stone. with emphatic gravity. but when he re-entered the library. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge.

 being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. Brooke. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. This amiable baronet. "Quarrel with Mrs. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood.MY DEAR MR. Renfrew--that is what I think.""James.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. Brooke was detained by a message. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. Brooke was speaking at the same time. recurring to the future actually before her. like a schoolmaster of little boys. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. madam.

 really a suitable husband for Celia. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. As to the Whigs. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. They are a language I do not understand. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. I know nothing else against him. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. my dear. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. Casaubon is as good as most of us.Now. "There is not too much hurry. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance." said Dorothea. Tucker was the middle-aged curate."Dear me. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr.""That is all very fine. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. over the soup.

" said Sir James. "Ah? . and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination." said Mr. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. but as she rose to go away. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. Dorothea. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction. when Celia was playing an "air. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. Mrs. "Oh. metaphorically speaking. and pray to heaven for my salad oil."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before." said Celia.""Well. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon.

""There could not be anything worse than that." said Celia.""Well. you see. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. as good as your daughter. B. Kitty. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. decidedly. like a schoolmaster of little boys. and merely bowed. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation."Oh. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. Dear me." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas.1st Gent. Chettam is a good match. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others.Mr.