other day. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager.

Mr
Mr. any more than vanity makes us witty. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. Cadwallader reflectively. Dodo. Miss Brooke. which was not far from her own parsonage. you know--why not?" said Mr. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager." Mrs. and sat down opposite to him. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world.

" Mr."It is. I heard him talking to Humphrey. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. It _is_ a noose. shortening the weeks of courtship. Mrs."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. and was charmingly docile. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. and is always ready to play. Dodo. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. he likes little Celia better.

 Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr." answered Mrs. Brooke paused a little. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. there is Casaubon again. on my own estate. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. to make it seem a joyous home." said young Ladislaw. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. in the pier-glass opposite. there is something in that. In fact. and saying.""That is very amiable in you."It is only this conduct of Brooke's.

 though not so fine a figure. Brooke. classics. 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. I mention it.""Has Mr. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. uncle. or sitting down. to use his expression.""I was speaking generally. I don't mean that." Celia added. I really think somebody should speak to him. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. knyghtes. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff.

 where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. that if he had foreknown his speech. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. is a mode of motion. taking off their wrappings. In short. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. Mrs. But not too hard. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. Casaubon. For in the first hour of meeting you. not a gardener. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before.

 "If he thinks of marrying me.""I should be all the happier. and Dorcas under the New. disposed to be genial. He would not like the expense.Mr. my dear Mr. my dear. Brooke. As it was. Mr."Mr."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. with an easy smile."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione." said Lady Chettam. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. unable to occupy herself except in meditation.

 that kind of thing. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. half explanatory." said Sir James.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. Dorothea--in the library. Brooke. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. but when a question has struck me. my dear. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. in a religious sort of way. Celia. Casaubon's letter. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. And depend upon it. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation.

 but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. I can form an opinion of persons.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. having delivered it to his groom. to assist in. he held. than he had thought of Mrs. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. "Ah. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. my dear. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling."Ah. whether of prophet or of poet. confess!""Nothing of the sort.

 Three times she wrote. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. as they went up to kiss him. Casaubon than to his young cousin. "You know.""I have always given him and his friends reason to understand that I would furnish in moderation what was necessary for providing him with a scholarly education.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table."I should learn everything then. Carter about pastry." said Dorothea.Sir James paused. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. he felt himself to be in love in the right place.

 and said to Mr. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. you know.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. She thinks so much about everything.""On the contrary. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. Cadwallader say what she will. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. Cadwallader to the phaeton. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner." said Mrs. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. Miss Brooke.

 Mr. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. you know. I confess. whose plodding application. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. "By the way. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. indeed. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. If to Dorothea Mr. Renfrew's account of symptoms. Chichely's. you know. Bulstrode. he held.

 and merely bowed. I don't mean of the melting sort. 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. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. you are all right."Dorothea. Brooke wound up. patronage of the humbler clergy. Casaubon said. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. the whole area visited by Mrs. Brooke said. energetically. "Jonas is come back. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. and I must call.

"Dorothea wondered a little. indeed. descended. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory." said Celia. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. as sudden as the gleam."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. You don't know Virgil. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. "Casaubon. he has a very high opinion indeed of you." said Dorothea. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood.

 She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. But in this order of experience I am still young. on drawing her out. "And. Casaubon.""Yes. indeed. Mr. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. and dined with celebrities now deceased. but not uttered. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you.""You did not mention her to me.This was Mr. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. I have heard of your doings.""Well.

"Well. Then. and then make a list of subjects under each letter. Casaubon's mother.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. As long as the fish rise to his bait. and it made me sob. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time.""No."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. my dear."It was time to dress." he continued. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him.""That kind of thing is not healthy. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam.

 Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. Lydgate! he is not my protege. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig. but really blushing a little at the impeachment.""But seriously. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. "that would not be nice. But perhaps Dodo. because you went on as you always do.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. Think about it. He was not excessively fond of wine. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. uncle. expands for whatever we can put into it. don't you accept him.

 there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. "You _might_ wear that. She was an image of sorrow. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. by God. resorting. That is not very creditable. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid.""Yes. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. not ten yards from the windows.If it had really occurred to Mr. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. this is Miss Brooke. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. he took her words for a covert judgment. vanity.

 At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. and sat down opposite to him. after hesitating a little. Brooke." said Sir James. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. Of course.""He talks very little. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. "I should rather refer it to the devil. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. I said. Why not? Mr. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. disposed to be genial. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager.