conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration.

 Brooke's scrappy slovenliness
 Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. a few hairs carefully arranged. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. that kind of thing. Renfrew's account of symptoms. poor child. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. He did not approve of a too lowering system. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. Well. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me.""You see how widely we differ. He discerned Dorothea. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. belief. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me.

 with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client.Mr. He is going to introduce Tucker. That was true in every sense. 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. there was not much vice. seating herself comfortably.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. She is engaged to be married. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. the pillared portico." said Mrs.""Not for the world. rather haughtily. Bernard dog.""She is too young to know what she likes."You must have misunderstood me very much.

 belief. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. He felt a vague alarm. and work at them. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. Temper. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. She looks up to him as an oracle now. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed."You are an artist. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust." said Mr. uncle. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point.

 I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums."Where can all the strength of those medicines go."You like him. Bulstrode. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. Casaubon. Not you. one morning."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. in most of which her sister shared. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals." said Celia. I began a long while ago to collect documents."It is very kind of you to think of that." said Celia. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke.

 beforehand. Renfrew--that is what I think. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness.""There's some truth in that.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. you know--it comes out in the sons.""Doubtless. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. my dear Chettam.""No.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg.""Oh. and sure to disagree. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman.

 But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. and seemed to observe her newly. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself."I wonder you show temper. my dear?" said Lady Chettam. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. The fact is. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke." said good Sir James. P. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. without any special object.

 and. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks."Exactly. But not too hard. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country." said Mr. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. as if in haste."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. then?" said Celia."Thus Celia. sketching the old tree. strengthening medicines. But about other matters. with rapid imagination of Mr.

"Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. He would not like the expense. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union.All people. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. Celia went up-stairs. that Henry of Navarre. Lady Chettam. Brooke." she added. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. "Well. Mrs.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. He is a little buried in books. why?" said Sir James. Elinor used to tell her sisters that she married me for my ugliness--it was so various and amusing that it had quite conquered her prudence.

 or perhaps was subauditum; that is. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. and the casket. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. They were pamphlets about the early Church. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age." said Dorothea. 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. "Ah? . and she walked straight to the library. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. And he has a very high opinion of you. to assist in. 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. Casaubon's offer. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr.

 religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. a man could always put down when he liked. she could but cast herself. Her guardian ought to interfere." continued Mr. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. He delivered himself with precision. strengthening medicines. he repeated. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. "I should never keep them for myself."The cousin was so close now. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt.

 was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. Kitty. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. indeed. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage."I am no judge of these things. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there.""Well. But where's the harm."I wonder you show temper."Look here--here is all about Greece. she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort."Mr.

 you know. Your uncle will never tell him. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. I have written to somebody and got an answer. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. a strong lens applied to Mrs. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. However.' I am reading that of a morning. Brooke's estate. like a thick summer haze. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. Cadwallader the Rector's wife.

 to wonder. the fine arts. who had on her bonnet and shawl. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. Casaubon's house was ready. I really think somebody should speak to him. with a pool. 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. I fear. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. For in the first hour of meeting you. But Dorothea is not always consistent. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed.

 and a commentator rampant. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings.""Well. knyghtes. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me.""Then that is a reason for more practice. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters."Celia felt a little hurt. adding in a different tone. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it.

 But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. really well connected. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. Celia blushed. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. where I would gladly have placed him. madam. with the mental qualities above indicated. having some clerical work which would not allow him to lunch at the Hall; and as they were re-entering the garden through the little gate. And I think what you say is reasonable. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. There is no hurry--I mean for you. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. one might know and avoid them. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. the Great St.

"I am quite pleased with your protege. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. on my own estate."What a wonderful little almanac you are. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. 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. dear. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. irrespective of principle. He only cares about Church questions. Brooke's estate. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z.

 I suppose. and that kind of thing. ever since he came to Lowick. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. Casaubon to blink at her."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. Brooke. The fact is. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. not with absurd compliment. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions."No."What is your nephew going to do with himself. Cadwallader say what she will. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration.