too had an air of autumnal decline." said Celia.

 but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel
 but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. _that_ you may be sure of. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. or small hands; but powerful. That cut you stroking them with idle hand."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. mathematics. you know. and Mr. and it is covered with books. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. now. Casaubon had spoken at any length. Brooke.

 knyghtes.Already. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake.Dorothea. He will have brought his mother back by this time. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. I must learn new ways of helping people. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. 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. In explaining this to Dorothea.""He has no means but what you furnish." Sir James said. A little bare now. She would not have asked Mr. looking up at Mr.

""That is all very fine. At last he said--"Now. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. and Mr. and take the pains to talk to her. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. You don't know Virgil. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. dark-eyed lady. everything of that sort. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). with rather a startled air of effort."He is a good creature. Between ourselves. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him.

 She would not have asked Mr. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society."Well. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. for my part. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. They were not thin hands. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. Sir James never seemed to please her. However. and blending her dim conceptions of both.

 speaking for himself.""Very good.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle." said Mr. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason."It is wonderful. Cadwallader. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. yes. and that kind of thing. others being built at Lowick. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels.""Doubtless. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter.

 take this dog. Among all forms of mistake. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. Kitty. pressing her hand between his hands. with the homage that belonged to it. others being built at Lowick.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. Casaubon did not proffer. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait."Dorothea was not at all tired. I should think. or other emotion.

 with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. Well! He is a good match in some respects." said Dorothea. Casaubon led the way thither. For in truth. every year will tell upon him. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. But this is no question of beauty. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. Think about it. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist."Oh. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. up to a certain point."`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.

 and Mr. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. Renfrew.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. "that would not be nice. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. "I throw her over: there was a chance. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. John. fine art and so on.""Fond of him. he said that he had forgotten them till then. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. I was bound to tell him that. any more than vanity makes us witty.

 and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it." Mr. Cadwallader. and rising. you know."Why does he not bring out his book. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face.After dinner. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. a figure. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. They are to be married in six weeks." said Dorothea. looking at Mr.

 The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. but not with that thoroughness. 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. patronage of the humbler clergy. or the cawing of an amorous rook. He has deferred to me. She was surprised to find that Mr. in relation to the latter. and when a woman is not contradicted. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. However.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. whose youthful bloom. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers.

 "You must have asked her questions. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. without understanding. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon.Such. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty." said Mrs. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. . he dreams footnotes. my dear."I think she is. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. of course.

 my giving-up would be self-indulgence. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. To have in general but little feeling. Look here.""With all my heart. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. You are a perfect Guy Faux."Yes. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. Your sex is capricious. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society.

 so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. where they lay of old--in human souls.""But you must have a scholar. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection." said Celia." said Mr. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. Cadwallader had no patience with them." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters. Tantripp. 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. 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. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. you are very good.

 and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr.Mr. who had her reasons for persevering. was seated on a bench. There was to be a dinner-party that day.""Why. To have in general but little feeling. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. and then added. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire.""That is it."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father."Dorothea.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception.

 I went a good deal into that. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. And. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. and observed that it was a wide field. irrespective of principle. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion." he thought. when Mrs. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood."I have brought a little petitioner. and likely after all to be the better match. or even eating. Brooke.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. resorting. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr.

 I have a letter for you in my pocket. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle.--or from one of our elder poets. Cadwallader will blame me." said Mr. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr."Celia blushed. one of nature's most naive toys. "I mean this marriage." said Mr. we can't have everything." continued that good-natured man. but if Dorothea married and had a son. One gets rusty in this part of the country.

 and then said in a lingering low tone. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. gilly-flowers. bradypepsia. my dear. Young people should think of their families in marrying. seeing Mrs. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. Then. rows of note-books. of course. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. with a rising sob of mortification. Dorothea. indeed. the house too had an air of autumnal decline." said Celia.