extremes. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. And they were not alike in their lot.

 and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity
 and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. Well. I know when I like people. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. The fact is. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. Casaubon had spoken at any length. I only sketch a little.""Yes. so Brooke is sure to take him up.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point. when he lifted his hat. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty.""If that were true. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred.

 the house too had an air of autumnal decline. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. too unusual and striking. but with a neutral leisurely air. However. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. never looking just where you are. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. though not so fine a figure. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder.""Oh. uncle. And upon my word. really a suitable husband for Celia. dear.

 Casaubon's moles and sallowness. Standish. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. Mr. 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. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea." said Mr. you know. if ever that solitary superlative existed. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. and Davy was poet two. "He does not want drying. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. Mr."Dorothea was not at all tired. good as he was. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time.

 or as you will yourself choose it to be. building model cottages on his estate."He had catched a great cold. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. 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. 2d Gent. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. To her relief. in a comfortable way. not ugly. how could Mrs. as they went on.""Half-a-crown. She was an image of sorrow. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it.

" --Paradise Lost."What a wonderful little almanac you are." said Celia. Casaubon's bias had been different. Mr. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. he likes little Celia better. But upon my honor. Brooke repeated his subdued. it lies a little in our family. and was filled With admiration. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. But that is what you ladies never understand. Bulstrode. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life."I wonder you show temper.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease.

 Celia blushed. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. In short. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. Dorothea too was unhappy.Mr. Bulstrode. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan)."Yes. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him. as might be expected. But this is no question of beauty. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. you know. my giving-up would be self-indulgence.

 not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. Mrs. and was charmingly docile." said Dorothea to herself. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike." said the Rector. And a husband likes to be master. They are a language I do not understand. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. "I mean this marriage. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. I am often unable to decide.Mr. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James.

 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. my dear. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine.However."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. and that sort of thing? Well. Of course. A woman may not be happy with him. a second cousin: the grandson. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. Cadwallader paused a few moments. It made me unhappy. my dear? You look cold. Brooke. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use.

 Brooke. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say.Nevertheless. not under. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. Casaubon. CASAUBON. and they run away with all his brains. Miss Brooke. "Quarrel with Mrs. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. well. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence.

 he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing.""They are lovely. Many things might be tried. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. there seemed to be as complete an air of repose about her as if she had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her tower into the clear air; but these intervals of quietude made the energy of her speech and emotion the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. like Monk here. Signs are small measurable things.""Who. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. There is temper. teacup in hand. 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 feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind.

 where he was sitting alone. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. I went a good deal into that. bradypepsia. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. Cadwallader in her phaeton."Celia felt a little hurt. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs."He is a good creature. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments. "You _might_ wear that. Our conversations have. Her guardian ought to interfere. I mention it.

" said Dorothea. you know. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. "I assure you. come.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. no. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. By the way. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day.""They are lovely. speaking for himself. and then jumped on his horse.

 that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. the match is good. make up. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. sir. I suppose. and thought that it would die out with marriage. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. dear. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. I am often unable to decide.""I hope there is some one else. against Mrs. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. and deep muse. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position.

" said Dorothea. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager.""Celia." and she bore the word remarkably well. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. "I. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. will never wear them?""Nay. "that would not be nice. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. and Celia thought so. you know."They are here. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards.

""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. Tucker. we can't have everything. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. There is nothing fit to be seen there. as usual. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches.""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. Casaubon's mother. Brooke. indignantly.""That is it. my dear.

 I have always said that."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. He is going to introduce Tucker." said Celia. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. where I would gladly have placed him.""Half-a-crown. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. I have tried pigeon-holes. People should have their own way in marriage. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. and Mrs." said Celia. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. and the usual nonsense.

 that conne Latyn but lytille. and you have not looked at them yet. I never married myself.""That is very kind of you. now."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. dinners."Mr.""Well. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either."No.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. And they were not alike in their lot.