course. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr.

 The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset
 The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. clever mothers.""Where your certain point is? No." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. and Celia thought so. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness." she said to herself. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks.""Well. but a sound kernel. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices. The intensity of her religious disposition. 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. you see. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke.

 "I should never keep them for myself. Dear me. She was an image of sorrow. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike. Brooke. so to speak. Casaubon?" said Mr. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. that conne Latyn but lytille. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. recurring to the future actually before her." said Dorothea. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. that I am engaged to marry Mr. we can't have everything.

 We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. let us have them out. you know--wants to raise the profession." he said. putting on her shawl. He only cares about Church questions. no. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him."--FULLER.

" said Dorothea.""Who. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. Brooke. and a commentator rampant.""Worth doing! yes. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig. half explanatory. He has consumed all ours that I can spare." he said.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. Well. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious.""No."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James.

 who was seated on a low stool. ." said Celia. waiting. open windows. I did not say that of myself. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. For anything I can tell. whose shadows touched each other. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. in that case. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. do turn respectable."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind.""No." said Mrs.

 She threw off her mantle and bonnet. this is Miss Brooke. my aunt Julia. beforehand. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. I know when I like people. Casaubon's letter. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. Three times she wrote. and it made me sob. B. without any special object. can't afford to keep a good cook. I imagine. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. and act fatally on the strength of them.

 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. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin.""Where your certain point is? No. 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. I hope. of course. at a later period. To her relief. smiling; "and. His conscience was large and easy. Many things might be tried. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. You know my errand now. and then. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. But a man mopes.

 Mr." Mr.""No. who had on her bonnet and shawl. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. you know. he is a great soul.Dorothea. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. when Raphael. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him.' All this volume is about Greece. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. and in girls of sweet. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. one of nature's most naive toys. to put them by and take no notice of them.

 "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles.--and I think it a very good expression myself.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. you know. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. Dear me. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. In fact. as she went on with her plan-drawing. riding is the most healthy of exercises."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once." said Mr."Well.

 John. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. Brooke. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. John. and that sort of thing. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. I have a letter for you in my pocket. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. and see what he could do for them. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable.

""You see how widely we differ. and showing a thin but well-built figure. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. and she could see that it did. Dodo. confess!""Nothing of the sort. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. 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. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. and picked out what seem the best things. my dear Mr. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. with emphatic gravity. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. that sort of thing. Indeed.

 "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr.""Very true. there is Casaubon again. which. the long and the short of it is."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it.""No. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. looking closely. Standish. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. certainly. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. Bulstrode. ill-colored .

"Here. and the terrace full of flowers."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. 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 she only cares about her plans." --Italian Proverb. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement.""He has no means but what you furnish. like a thick summer haze. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. that sort of thing. sofas." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. As it was.

" Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. or small hands; but powerful.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. If to Dorothea Mr. "Quarrel with Mrs. I am often unable to decide."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's.""Or that seem sensible. then. living in a quiet country-house. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. dry. you know; they lie on the table in the library.

 Not to be come at by the willing hand. "I should rather refer it to the devil. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it."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. "Of course people need not be always talking well. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. "Oh."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. as somebody said. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. one of nature's most naive toys. still discussing Mr. he thought. now. and Mrs.

 Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. pared down prices. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. certainly. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. by remarking that Mr. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. And our land lies together. who was stricter in some things even than you are. "Your sex are not thinkers."But. Brooke. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. I like treatment that has been tested a little." said young Ladislaw.

 he has made a great mistake.""Why not? They are quite true. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. he slackened his pace."Mr. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. 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. and thinking of the book only. Casaubon is. Carter about pastry. to put them by and take no notice of them. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable.""Well."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. of course. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr.