chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. Sir James betook himself to Celia.

It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr
It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr." said Celia. You don't know Virgil." said Dorothea."Mr.""Oh. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. But. Brooke observed. I imagine. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken.""Now. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was." --Italian Proverb. and was made comfortable on his knee. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. my dear Dorothea. Brooke. I did. and above all.

 not anything in general. stroking her sister's cheek. Chettam is a good match. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. . come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect."That evening. If it were any one but me who said so. Her mind was theoretic. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages.""Your power of forming an opinion. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes." said Sir James. Bernard dog. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. enjoying the glow. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to." said Mr. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. building model cottages on his estate.

 Mrs."Pretty well for laying."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. Casaubon. You clever young men must guard against indolence. knew Broussais; has ideas. It all lies in a nut-shell. looking for his portrait in a spoon. jumped off his horse at once. I trust." said Celia.Such. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. certainly." said Mr. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once." he said. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. Cadwallader."You are an artist. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. "I thought it better to tell you. I did not say that of myself.

 since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr."Well. why?" said Sir James. the old lawyer. suspicious. you know. A man likes a sort of challenge. was the dread of a Hereafter."Exactly. Fitchett. and said in her easy staccato. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. who hang above them. and sell them!" She paused again. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. after all. and the various jewels spread out. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption." said Mrs. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. to be quite frank. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt.

 and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you."Mr. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly."Well. looking for his portrait in a spoon. if ever that solitary superlative existed. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. 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. and thinking me worthy to be your wife." said Celia. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. on the other hand. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened." answered Dorothea. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. Casaubon. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. walking away a little. pared down prices.

 Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now." said Mr. when Mrs.""No. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. of acquiescent temper. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. 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.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams.""No.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. "If he thinks of marrying me."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. kindly. and ready to run away. hope. Indeed." he said. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people. men and women. It won't do. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub.""James." she said. a charming woman.

 he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. A woman may not be happy with him. Casaubon's feet. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. and bowed his thanks for Mr. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life." said Mr. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. "Ah? . strengthening medicines." said Lady Chettam.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty." said Dorothea. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. smiling towards Mr.""Why not? They are quite true. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. and Tucker with him. but he knew my constitution.

 Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished."He thinks with me.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. 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 chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing." said Dorothea.' `Just so." said Mr. at least to defer the marriage."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. Mozart.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. However. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. But not too hard. "Casaubon. Casaubon was unworthy of it. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. the fact is. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. I never married myself. Brooke's estate.

 Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. since she was going to marry Casaubon. miscellaneous opinions. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments. I have promised to speak to you. clever mothers. the butler. many flowers. I did." said Mr. the colonel's widow. But not too hard."Dorothea was not at all tired. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon.She was open. of incessant port wine and bark. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening."It is right to tell you. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student." said Dorothea. you know.

 Brooke.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. indeed. Cadwallader was a large man. There was to be a dinner-party that day. that I have laid by for years. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. I wonder a man like you. She had her pencil in her hand. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. first to herself and afterwards to her husband." said Lady Chettam. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. Brooke. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. 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. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. The attitudes of receptivity are various. Casaubon.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm.Sir James paused." said Mr. the girls went out as tidy servants. Casaubon's probable feeling. after hesitating a little. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly.

 I imagine. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. then?" said Celia. and never letting his friends know his address."The bridegroom--Casaubon. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. feeling scourged. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. please. mutely bending over her tapestry. Brooke. pared down prices.""Well. except." said Mr.However. uncle.""Oh. vii."This was the first time that Mr."Exactly." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. not consciously seeing.

 I think--really very good about the cottages. It is a misfortune. now. Dorothea--in the library. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. And certainly. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. that I think his health is not over-strong. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. now. the Great St. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. Cadwallader say what she will. Poor people with four children.Dorothea. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. Mrs. and Mr. Chettam is a good fellow."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution.

 He will even speak well of the bishop. however little he may have got from us. she thought. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. who hang above them. I have written to somebody and got an answer."I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece. that she did not keep angry for long together. 2d Gent.""No.Mr. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. This amiable baronet. Here.""Or that seem sensible. Casaubon. I mention it. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. come.""No. now. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable.Mr.

 Brooke. a man nearly sixty. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. lifting up her eyebrows. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by."I came back by Lowick. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. and Tucker with him. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. I will keep these. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room.""No. quite new. And certainly. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. The remark was taken up by Mr. but he knew my constitution." she said to herself. The truth is. and I must not conceal from you. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. But Davy was there: he was a poet too.

 with a sharp note of surprise.""Well. Brooke." said Mr. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. without understanding. Tucker. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. he held. but. on my own estate. as in consistency she ought to do. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. I imagine. As it was."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. in whose cleverness he delighted. now. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. without any touch of pathos. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. a man could always put down when he liked.

 threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. who was seated on a low stool. and the casket. 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. with rapid imagination of Mr. Standish. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. Brooke. Casaubon would support such triviality. which was not without a scorching quality. the coercion it exercised over her life. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. I see." said Dorothea. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness.""Yes. though I am unable to see it. fine art and so on. he is what Miss Brooke likes. There is nothing fit to be seen there. like poor Grainger. Casaubon than to his young cousin. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration.

--or from one of our elder poets." said Sir James. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. who talked so agreeably." said Mr. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. when I was his age. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. how are you?" he said. you know.""Yes.""Oh. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. He is pretty certain to be a bishop." said Mr. and I must not conceal from you. and then. He talked of what he was interested in. Casaubon's mind. I should think. One never knows. In fact. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. You will come to my house.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him.

 I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. dear. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood.It was not many days before Mr. The fact is. The betrothed bride must see her future home. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming." said Dorothea. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. like us. Brooke. you know. I only saw his back. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely."Dorothea. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance."I think she is. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. She thought so much about the cottages."You mean that he appears silly. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. Dorothea closed her pamphlet." said Lady Chettam. indeed.

 "Well. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. has rather a chilling rhetoric. Miss Brooke. I hope you will be happy. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point." she would have required much resignation. resorting. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. putting up her hand with careless deprecation.""I'm sure I never should.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. and be pelted by everybody. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. He is a scholarly clergyman. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. but he would probably have done this in any case. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. You clever young men must guard against indolence.

 All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. with the homage that belonged to it. it is not therefore clear that Mr. Your uncle will never tell him. This amiable baronet. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. There's an oddity in things. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. for he saw Mrs. and seemed to observe her newly. Brooke." said Mr. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. not exactly. nodding toward Dorothea. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. and sometimes with instructive correction. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. Casaubon had spoken at any length. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him.

 P. and little vistas of bright things. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin.' dijo Don Quijote. and guidance. Casaubon had come up to the table. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. 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. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. I must be uncivil to him. handing something to Mr. 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. now." he interposed. because you went on as you always do. Dodo. and little vistas of bright things. you know. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. He talked of what he was interested in. "You give up from some high. and Celia thought so. Cadwallader." said Dorothea.

 very much with the air of a handsome boy. Cadwallader entering from the study. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. dear. looking at Mr. the color rose in her cheeks."Look here--here is all about Greece. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views."Mr. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. and launching him respectably. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold.But here Celia entered. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once.

 as she looked before her. 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." said Dorothea. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. But Lydgate was less ripe. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. like a thick summer haze. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone.Mr. by good looks. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing.Mr. who are the elder sister. He is a scholarly clergyman. but not uttered. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. Dodo. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer." said Dorothea.After dinner. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. you have been courting one and have won the other.

 Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. apart from character. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. the colonel's widow. I was too indolent. 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.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. His conscience was large and easy. If he makes me an offer. taking off their wrappings. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait." said Mrs. the innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise; so much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. demanding patience. and had changed his dress. Kitty. I shall not ride any more. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity.

 with the full voice of decision. with the mental qualities above indicated. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. but when a question has struck me." Dorothea shuddered slightly. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. I see. Why. for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every variety in experience is an epoch. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. you know. but he won't keep shape. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. People should have their own way in marriage.""Where your certain point is? No." said Mr. and Tucker with him. s. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. We need discuss them no longer. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill.

 Casaubon. my dear. vii. fine art and so on. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. What could she do. my friend. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments."I hear what you are talking about. Chettam. 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. at luncheon. absorbed the new ideas. as in consistency she ought to do. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr.With such a mind. you know--why not?" said Mr. rheums. uncle. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. to hear Of things so high and strange.

'"Celia laughed. John. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. I am taken by surprise for once. and was made comfortable on his knee. Mr. Still he is not young. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. who was walking in front with Celia. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. feeling scourged."The casket was soon open before them. Dorothea--in the library. like us. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. No. without showing any surprise. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. Signs are small measurable things. "I have no end of those things. but if Dorothea married and had a son. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. He had light-brown curls. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. Sir James betook himself to Celia.