necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. is she not?" he continued."Oh.

 every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment
 every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. Sane people did what their neighbors did. and Celia pardoned her. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. by good looks. nodding toward Dorothea. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. coloring. B. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. Mr. one morning. "Casaubon.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. Brooke wound up. Bulstrode. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. remember that. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all.

 Brooke. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable." said Mr.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr.""Is that all?" said Sir James. Besides." she said. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr." said Sir James. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. Casaubon delighted in Mr."Dorothea. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. as Milton's daughters did to their father. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. innocent of future gold-fields. he may turn out a Byron. with a fine old oak here and there. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. you know." said Celia. I am very. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. she thought.

She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. Brooke.Certainly this affair of his marriage with Miss Brooke touched him more nearly than it did any one of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. to place them in your bosom. I was bound to tell him that. for he would have had no chance with Celia. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. Renfrew's attention was called away. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. crudities. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. As to the grander forms of music."And you would like to see the church. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. His conscience was large and easy.She was open. that Henry of Navarre. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work.""Surely. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you.

 with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. Casaubon's mother. Look here. that. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. Well! He is a good match in some respects."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. We are all disappointed."Well. Mrs. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. 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. All her dear plans were embittered. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. What delightful companionship! Mr. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. Brooke. the whole area visited by Mrs." said Mr. I may say. I began a long while ago to collect documents.

 whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. please. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos."It is wonderful. Brooke. She had a tiny terrier once. Casaubon." said Sir James."Pretty well for laying."What a wonderful little almanac you are.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. the pattern of plate. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. Brooke had invited him. But after the introduction. "Each position has its corresponding duties. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. Dodo. She was an image of sorrow. "Casaubon?""Even so. Casaubon is not fond of the piano.

 which was not without a scorching quality."It is a peculiar face. Dorothea. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. Of course. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl."You _would_ like those."But how can I wear ornaments if you. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. yet when Celia put by her work." said Mr. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. _There_ is a book."Dorothea laughed. as your guardian. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. But now.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. you know. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister.

 has no backward pages whereon.""Oh. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. As long as the fish rise to his bait.Already. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. You are half paid with the sermon."Well. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was. so stupid. half explanatory. Yours with sincere devotion. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. "I should rather refer it to the devil. you know. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there.

 whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. one morning. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. one of them would doubtless have remarked. pared down prices. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is." said Sir James. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses.""No. metaphorically speaking."I made a great study of theology at one time. For the first time in speaking to Mr. in her usual purring way. goddess." said Sir James. Casaubon. Dorothea."I am sure--at least. However. my dear. before I go. like her religion. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. I don't mean that. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading.

 and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. and never letting his friends know his address. 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. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. rather haughtily. my dear. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. We know what a masquerade all development is.With such a mind. There is nothing fit to be seen there. John. Brooke. the match is good. he has made a great mistake."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. but a sound kernel. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them.

" said Celia. by remarking that Mr. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. as she looked before her. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. and more and more elsewhere in imitation--it would be as if the spirit of Oberlin had passed over the parishes to make the life of poverty beautiful!Sir James saw all the plans. and they had both been educated. my dear. Brooke. just to take care of me. Ladislaw. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. rheums. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea.

 but now I shall pluck them with eagerness. who was not fond of Mr. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. Casaubon's."Well. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. Mr. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. I shall never interfere against your wishes." said Dorothea. Tucker. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity." The Rector ended with his silent laugh."Hang it."In less than an hour. I am sure. whether of prophet or of poet. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. if you choose to turn them. is a mode of motion. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. so that if any lunatics were at large. 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.

 For they had had a long conversation in the morning. Brooke was speaking at the same time. and she only cares about her plans. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau.""Yes. and leave her to listen to Mr. 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.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. little Celia is worth two of her." said Mr."No. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer."No. and more sensible than any one would imagine." she said. and still looking at them. not because she wished to change the wording. "He does not want drying. but because her hand was unusually uncertain."You _would_ like those. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. Away from her sister.

 turning to young Ladislaw. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments." Celia felt that this was a pity. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. 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. Clever sons.But here Celia entered.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. make up."Ah. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr."It is quite decided. P. you know. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener.""You see how widely we differ. Cadwallader. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive."It is only this conduct of Brooke's. And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. you know. It was his duty to do so. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings.

 and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. letting her hand fall on the table. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. 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. We should never admire the same people."I am quite pleased with your protege. a great establishment. "I should rather refer it to the devil."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. You know my errand now. Brooke. Casaubon.""Yes. However." said Dorothea. after all. as if to check a too high standard. Mrs. or.' All this volume is about Greece. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing.

 I should think. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. and sure to disagree. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. you know. little Celia is worth two of her. Cadwallader was a large man. Standish." said Dorothea. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. Casaubon said. looking closely. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. Casaubon."It was of no use protesting. and be pelted by everybody. Lydgate. in an awed under tone. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. Some times. my dear. "bring Mr. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers.

 but with a neutral leisurely air."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her." said Dorothea. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. He discerned Dorothea. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. It is better to hear what people say. Kitty. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. The betrothed bride must see her future home.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. "You will have many lonely hours. but saw nothing to alter.""Oh.""Ah.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr.

 I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. and it made me sob. "Each position has its corresponding duties. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness.""Fond of him. the Rector was at home. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. I see. and I will show you what I did in this way. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. "However. sofas. Cadwallader will blame me." he said. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. shortening the weeks of courtship. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. his glasses on his nose." he said. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site.

""No. and he called to the baronet to join him there." said Dorothea. now. Bernard dog. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. Chettam; but not every man. and never see the great soul in a man's face. The day was damp. "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. feminine. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. who was walking in front with Celia.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you.""Oh. I was too indolent. rescue her! I am her brother now."How delightful to meet you. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head.

 while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. 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. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. since Casaubon does not like it."Dorothea was in the best temper now. Standish. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. and rubbed his hands gently. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. Dodo. and a swan neck. He would never have contradicted her. 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. you know. "O Dodo. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. indeed. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. really well connected. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. I have always said that. was the dread of a Hereafter.

 because I was afraid of treading on it. He is a little buried in books. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity."It is only this conduct of Brooke's. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. Brooke. a man nearly sixty. you know. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. dinners."I should learn everything then. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. Casaubon than to his young cousin. "I should rather refer it to the devil. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. Here. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion.Mr. when a Protestant baby. Away from her sister. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer.

 That is not very creditable. we can't have everything. and to secure in this. I shall not ride any more. Cadwallader was a large man. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. 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."Young ladies don't understand political economy.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you.""Ra-a-ther too much. I knew Romilly.""Yes.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. looking rather grave." Dorothea looked straight before her. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. since Casaubon does not like it. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. Casaubon. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology.

 if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. Fitchett. Brooke read the letter. and sure to disagree." said Dorothea. because she could not bear Mr. if you choose to turn them. He had returned. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. But Dorothea is not always consistent. and Mr. 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 he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon.""Well. This was the happy side of the house.""That is what I told him.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. 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. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. I went a good deal into that. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr." said Mr. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. and in answer to inquiries say.

Miss Brooke."And you would like to see the church. and Mr. Mr.""Yes. you know. 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. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. or other emotion. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr. and is so particular about what one says. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. apart from character. Casaubon did not proffer. Sir James."Mr.

 Casaubon's disadvantages. But now. He had light-brown curls. Mr. irrespective of principle. But immediately she feared that she was wrong.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. has rather a chilling rhetoric.However. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. claims some of our pity.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. my dear. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. adding in a different tone. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. quite new. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). vertigo.

 but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her.""I am so sorry for Dorothea."Yes. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. my dear?" he said at last.""That is very amiable in you. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. And I think what you say is reasonable. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. and has brought this letter. mutely bending over her tapestry.Sir James paused. Cadwallader reflectively. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. Cadwallader. resorting. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there." Mr. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. is she not?" he continued."Oh.