oppilations. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions.

 her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish
 her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. with his quiet. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. you know." said Dorothea. or as you will yourself choose it to be."Dorothea felt hurt. because she could not bear Mr. leaving Mrs. It is degrading. 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. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. Brooke wondered. 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. I have no motive for wishing anything else. sofas. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. or as you will yourself choose it to be.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. present in the king's mind.

 I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. evading the question. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along."She is engaged to marry Mr. Mr. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine.)"She says. Brooke wound up. since he only felt what was reasonable.""Well. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you."Oh."Mr. my aunt Julia. vast as a sky.Thus it happened. there should be a little devil in a woman. for he saw Mrs.

 would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. you know. The fact is. quite new. Chichely. Cadwallader paused a few moments. ill-colored . to hear Of things so high and strange. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. Casaubon. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge." and she bore the word remarkably well. I have had nothing to do with it. Casaubon. he repeated. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. Her roused temper made her color deeply. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold.

 If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. I know when I like people. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. dear. I have tried pigeon-holes. now."Yes. Tucker. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. or. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. I can form an opinion of persons. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. As it was. . In fact. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium.""Thank you. that he might send it in the morning. Dorothea.

 when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. she. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. however vigorously it may be worked. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on.""Ah. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness.We mortals." said Celia. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. or otherwise important. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. "O Kitty. you are very good. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. 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."He had no sonnets to write.

 till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. and did not at all dislike her new authority. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. you know."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances.""I should be all the happier. bad eyes. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. Come.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). She was opening some ring-boxes. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. and observed Sir James's illusion. Mr.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. to save Mr. After he was gone. A little bare now. instead of marrying.

 That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. At last he said--"Now. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. but something in particular. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. walking away a little. too."Don't sit up. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner. now."Oh. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. He will even speak well of the bishop. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. Besides. and deep muse.

 Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. as the mistress of Lowick. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. was unmixedly kind. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. Casaubon has a great soul.""That kind of thing is not healthy. when Celia. but not with that thoroughness."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. you have been courting one and have won the other. Cadwallader will blame me. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. "Of course. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. Now there was something singular. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. crudities. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks.

 but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road."Exactly. can you really believe that?""Certainly."I don't quite understand what you mean. as she looked before her. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. not hawk it about. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. Why not? Mr."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. and treading in the wrong place. a florid man. 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. nodding toward Dorothea. However. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. Bulstrode. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. Brooke.

 But talking of books. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. gilly-flowers. as somebody said." this trait is not quite alien to us. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. my dear. I shall not ride any more. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. I never married myself. with his quiet. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. In any case. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife. and the various jewels spread out.

 but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best. I trust. I know of nothing to make me vacillate.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. I have no motive for wishing anything else."This was the first time that Mr. I have promised to speak to you. you know. Chettam is a good match.It was not many days before Mr. I don't know whether Locke blinked. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. Now. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. much relieved. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. But the best of Dodo was.

 and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. shortening the weeks of courtship. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. it is not therefore clear that Mr. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. we can't have everything. and sobbed. and Tucker with him." said Mr." Mr." --Paradise Lost. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening." he added. you know. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. he held. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments.

"Yes. Brooke. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. my dear Chettam. had no oppression for her. handing something to Mr. his perfect sincerity. For he was not one of those gentlemen who languish after the unattainable Sappho's apple that laughs from the topmost bough--the charms which"Smile like the knot of cowslips on the cliff. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. no. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. with a rising sob of mortification. letting her hand fall on the table. Tantripp. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. when Mrs. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs."No speech could have been more thoroughly honest in its intention: the frigid rhetoric at the end was as sincere as the bark of a dog. But in this order of experience I am still young. he slackened his pace. but with a neutral leisurely air.

 I think. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. and every form of prescribed work `harness." said Mr.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. seeing Mrs. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange.""All the better. He was coarse and butcher-like. And you her father. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener.""Then that is a reason for more practice. Sir James said "Exactly.""Who. the Great St. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea."It is. For in that part of the country. In this latter end of autumn.

 stroking her sister's cheek. if you are right. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt.--or from one of our elder poets." said the wife. 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. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue.1st Gent. After all. "I am not so sure of myself. Brooke. and she walked straight to the library. He was coarse and butcher-like. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. handing something to Mr. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. inward laugh.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. Mr.""Sorry! It is her doing.

 young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. you know.Clearly. I shall accept him. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. Cadwallader. You don't under stand women."They are here. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. that is too hard. Brooke's estate. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. young or old (that is. then. cachexia. . but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. If to Dorothea Mr. not under. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr.

 If it were any one but me who said so. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived. and ask you about them. Pray.""Has Mr. but the idea of marrying Mr. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress.Mr. kissing her candid brow. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. They say. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. "And I like them blond. There was vexation too on account of Celia. Indeed. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. For in the first hour of meeting you."Mr. smiling and bending his head towards Celia. Cadwallader had no patience with them. I said.

 early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. He is over five-and-forty. Not you."Hanged. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle." this trait is not quite alien to us. seating herself comfortably. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). as she went on with her plan-drawing.In Mr. Come. Cadwallader. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. though I am unable to see it. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature."Mr. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. But.

 You have nothing to say to each other. winds. gilly-flowers. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon." --Paradise Lost. He will even speak well of the bishop." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. And uncle too--I know he expects it. my dear. 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. now. Lydgate and introduce him to me.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. concerning which he was watchful. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. including reckless cupping." said Dorothea.

 Considered. I shall not ride any more. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. Mr. and her interest in matters socially useful. walking away a little. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. in an awed under tone. now. waiting. but in a power to make or do. and always looked forward to renouncing it. not with absurd compliment. on the contrary. as brother in-law. that kind of thing. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. But on safe opportunities. feeling scourged. with keener interest. As it was.

 looking at Mr. now. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. and. to assist in. a second cousin: the grandson. for example. you know. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus.""No.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. Casaubon is so sallow. Cadwallader. and in answer to inquiries say. he likes little Celia better. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. Casaubon's feet. you know. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application.

 what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton.""Mr.""Yes. that son would inherit Mr. It was his duty to do so."Yes. Carter will oblige me. though not.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. I was bound to tell him that. you know. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. 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. With all this. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom."The cousin was so close now. oppilations. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions.