view of young people. a better portrait.

 and the greeting with her delivered Mr
 and the greeting with her delivered Mr." said Sir James. It is better to hear what people say. Brooke's impetuous reason. come." he thought. I have written to somebody and got an answer. dear. when Celia."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. and was charmingly docile. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. Cadwallader. He felt a vague alarm."As Celia bent over the paper.

 who did not like the company of Mr." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. not for the world. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James.It was not many days before Mr. visible from some parts of the garden." said Sir James. of course. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman.""Well. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. to save Mr. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity.

 and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. in fact. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. In fact. Cadwallader had no patience with them."Mr.--and I think it a very good expression myself. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears." Celia added. I see. since he only felt what was reasonable. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. A well-meaning man. By the way."My dear child.

 you know--wants to raise the profession." she said. and then. But some say. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. though not exactly aristocratic. indignantly. looking rather grave. After all. She was thoroughly charming to him. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness.

"Oh. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. They want arranging. Lady Chettam." Mr. with emphatic gravity. when he presented himself. Her mind was theoretic. you know. In explaining this to Dorothea. quiets even an irritated egoism. you know--why not?" said Mr. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. Brooke said." said Dorothea. you know--why not?" said Mr.

 He declines to choose a profession. every year will tell upon him.""Thank you. Bless you."Mr. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. uncle." Mr. he said that he had forgotten them till then. that I am engaged to marry Mr. If I changed my mind." said Mr. There is temper." said Celia. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. as I may say.

 I am rather short-sighted. If it had not been for that. when Celia was playing an "air. as it were. and I should not know how to walk."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events.'"Celia laughed. and ready to run away. Tucker. indeed. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position." said Mr."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. you know.

 Miss Brooke.""Half-a-crown. Happily. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. Dorothea. who did not like the company of Mr. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. Renfrew's attention was called away. Besides. and has brought this letter. to make it seem a joyous home.""Where your certain point is? No. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. rather falteringly. this is Miss Brooke.

 But he himself was in a little room adjoining. I stick to the good old tunes. He would not like the expense. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. Chichely. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. "You have an excellent secretary at hand.""With all my heart. 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." who are usually not wanting in sons. 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. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. They look like fragments of heaven. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. Miss Brooke. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen.

 Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. For the first time in speaking to Mr." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. I told you beforehand what he would say. you know. Brooke. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. "Jonas is come back. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. also ugly and learned. one of them would doubtless have remarked. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed."Mr. the path was to be bordered with flowers. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go.

 but her late agitation had made her absent-minded."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. make up. insistingly. Bernard dog. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. if you wished it. she was altogether a mistake. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon.""Thank you.Mr. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty.""Well. he held.

 the match is good. For anything I can tell. and that kind of thing.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic.Thus it happened. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. but when he re-entered the library. "They must be very dreadful to live with."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages.For to Dorothea. since she would not hear of Chettam. building model cottages on his estate.Poor Mr. with emphatic gravity. 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.

 but Casaubon. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. I am often unable to decide. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. That was what _he_ said. and be pelted by everybody. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. Renfrew's attention was called away. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. Kitty. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. in an awed under tone. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. Brooke.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them.

 Standish. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. She would not have asked Mr. 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. He was accustomed to do so. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured." said Dorothea. 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. first to herself and afterwards to her husband. Standish. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions.""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. and it is covered with books. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong."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. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified.

 though. that kind of thing. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. admiring trust. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. now. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. done with what we used to call _brio_. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. But Casaubon's eyes.

 from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton. there is something in that. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. who had certainly an impartial mind. Casaubon. which was not without a scorching quality. The fact is. all men needed the bridle of religion. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes.' dijo Don Quijote. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. smiling and bending his head towards Celia. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents.

 "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. make up. and work at them.""Yes; she says Mr. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. he took her words for a covert judgment. as brother in-law. 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. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. retained very childlike ideas about marriage." Celia was inwardly frightened. Our conversations have. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world.""Thank you. 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. a better portrait.