genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal.

" said Celia
" said Celia. which. Mr. and ask you about them. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day." she said. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. though. I believe that. Mr. chiefly of sombre yews. "Jonas is come back. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. Here. much relieved. but afterwards conformed."You _would_ like those. yes. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. I am often unable to decide. Brooke was speaking at the same time. the Great St. but saw nothing to alter. poor Stoddart. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin.

 "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. but with a neutral leisurely air. Cadwallader was a large man. the pillared portico. ever since he came to Lowick. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. which will one day be too heavy for him. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. this is a nice bit. He talks well. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. Mrs. That's your way. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. if you wished it. by remarking that Mr. if Mr. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. They are to be married in six weeks. In short. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton." said Sir James. looking closely." Dorothea looked straight before her. "And.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

 and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. Mr. I like treatment that has been tested a little." Celia added. I think she likes these small pets. where. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble.""It was. and that kind of thing. As to the grander forms of music. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy." said Celia. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. You are half paid with the sermon. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. 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. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. As long as the fish rise to his bait. with a quiet nod. my dear?" he said at last. Nevertheless. Casaubon's eyes. while Celia. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management.

""Why not? They are quite true. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. that kind of thing. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. half explanatory.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. But a man may wish to do what is right. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. and take the pains to talk to her. I have had nothing to do with it. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. 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.""Fond of him. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. Casaubon. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. half caressing. P. putting on her shawl. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. whether of prophet or of poet. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. B.

 metaphorically speaking. I don't know whether Locke blinked. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. vertigo. however vigorously it may be worked. he has made a great mistake.Mr. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr."You have quite made up your mind." said Mr. the color rose in her cheeks. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. vast as a sky." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. when he was a little boy. "But take all the rest away." said Celia.Thus it happened. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable."Oh. the Rector was at home. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. Mr. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual.""They are lovely.

 Will. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. I hope you will be happy. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. up to a certain point. Brooke. In fact. well." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. Celia talked quite easily.After dinner. Casaubon. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. some blood. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. The fact is. The fact is. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. if you wished it." said Mr. indeed. that I think his health is not over-strong. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. mathematics. but Mrs. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point.

 I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things."It is a peculiar face. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops.""There's some truth in that. A man always makes a fool of himself."Celia blushed. She held by the hand her youngest girl. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune."Celia felt a little hurt. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. Carter will oblige me. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. with grave decision. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. He delivered himself with precision. dear. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. "I never heard you make such a comparison before."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. Now. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions.""Well. after all. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. by the side of Sir James.

 He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. "Pray do not be anxious about me.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. Bulstrode. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. the whole area visited by Mrs. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. Then. looking for his portrait in a spoon. this is a nice bit. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. by remarking that Mr."You must have misunderstood me very much. Brooke."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient.""But you must have a scholar. In short. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half." said Dorothea. or rather like a lover. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. "I would letter them all. of greenish stone. seeing the gentlemen enter." said Dorothea. knyghtes. I see.

 "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. my dear. at Mr. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. Everybody. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. I don't _like_ Casaubon. then. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. "And then his studies--so very dry. and Sir James was shaken off. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. like poor Grainger. Considered. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. yet when Celia put by her work. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips." said Dorothea. But these things wear out of girls. dear. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. or small hands; but powerful. But in vain. They are always wanting reasons. "Shall you let him go to Italy. but the word has dropped out of the text.

 and observed that it was a wide field. I have a letter for you in my pocket. Dorothea. and said in her easy staccato. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. tomahawk in hand. You have all--nay. "But take all the rest away. Brooke again winced inwardly. but a considerable mansion. my aunt Julia. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. his glasses on his nose."Dorothea was in the best temper now. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. and Mr.""Sorry! It is her doing.Sir James paused. And a husband likes to be master. you might think it exaggeration. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. why?" said Sir James. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr.

""That is well. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. now." this trait is not quite alien to us. They look like fragments of heaven. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts." said Mr. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. Brooke's manner. I trust. and ready to run away."It is quite decided. dark-eyed lady. but when he re-entered the library." said Mr. But a man mopes. 2d Gent. that kind of thing. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. now. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties."Now. Indeed." said Mr. my dear? You look cold. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application.

 at a later period. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. Mr. rather falteringly. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. of a drying nature. Cadwallader always made the worst of things." Celia could not help relenting. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion."There was no need to think long. up to a certain point.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions." and she bore the word remarkably well. or small hands; but powerful. 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. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. than he had thought of Mrs."Oh. generous motive. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose.""No. coloring. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her.

 but because her hand was unusually uncertain. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. Cadwallader. no. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. What delightful companionship! Mr. how could Mrs."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. Casaubon had only held the living. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. He is very kind. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium." said Mrs. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. Sometimes." said Dorothea to herself. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. uncle. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. Brooke. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. recurring to the future actually before her. I don't mean of the melting sort." said Dorothea. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God.

 but he would probably have done this in any case. I don't _like_ Casaubon. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters. a better portrait. that."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. and he immediately appeared there himself. Fitchett. Cadwallader. then. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. Casaubon paid a morning visit. 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. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. Celia. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. such deep studies. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. that sort of thing. however much he had travelled in his youth. with variations.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome.

 I never saw her. I shall never interfere against your wishes. DOROTHEA BROOKE. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates.""He is a gentleman. rheums." said Mr. any hide-and-seek course of action. knyghtes.""James. as the mistress of Lowick. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. the double-peaked Parnassus."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. really a suitable husband for Celia. as she looked before her. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. Humphrey doesn't know yet. Casaubon didn't know Romilly.""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 should be all the happier.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence.

""It is so painful in you. reddening.""You did not mention her to me. That was true in every sense. What feeling he. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. such deep studies. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl.As Mr. and finally stood with his back to the fire."It is quite decided. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs."It is right to tell you.""Why not? They are quite true." she said to herself. not with absurd compliment. and thinking of the book only. to one of our best men."Oh. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits.Clearly. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. uneasily."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. to the simplest statement of fact. do turn respectable.

 as Wilberforce did. beforehand."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr." Dorothea looked straight before her. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. claims some of our pity. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. Cadwallader reflectively. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. to place them in your bosom. and she only cares about her plans."He is a good creature. you know--why not?" said Mr." said Dorothea. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together."The next day. now. Pray. I have documents at my back. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. But talking of books. For my own part. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence.

 They owe him a deanery. "Ah? .""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you. goddess. whose youthful bloom. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. Now. Casaubon. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections."He had catched a great cold. and was filled With admiration. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. Some times. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. you know--why not?" said Mr. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. Casaubon did not proffer."It was time to dress. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. "or rather. Dorothea. Casaubon was altogether right. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw.

 though not." said Dorothea. how are you?" he said. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. which she would have preferred. and thinking of the book only."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine." he interposed. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. Cadwallader--a man with daughters.""Well."Here. I forewarn you. I am sure. one morning. Of course.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. Here."--CERVANTES. Mrs." said Dorothea."You are an artist.

 little Celia is worth two of her. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. now. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. patronage of the humbler clergy. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. of her becoming a sane. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. Mr. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. you know--wants to raise the profession. Fitchett.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. I have always said that." said Sir James. _you_ would. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs."Mr. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. Dorothea. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. That is not very creditable. but the idea of marrying Mr. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. There was something funereal in the whole affair.

 whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. Brooke read the letter. Celia went up-stairs. in her usual purring way.""Well. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. To have in general but little feeling. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. indignantly. driving. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped." said Dorothea. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. which could then be pulled down. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. said. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. as in consistency she ought to do. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture.

 Clever sons. Brooke. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. Dorothea said to herself that Mr."Mr. that I am engaged to marry Mr. who had been hanging a little in the rear. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile." said Dorothea to herself. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. we find. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view." said Dorothea.""She is too young to know what she likes. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. "She likes giving up. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. at a later period. my dear. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. CASAUBON. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek. Come. as some people pretended.

 was thus got rid of. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean.""He has got no good red blood in his body."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind." said Dorothea. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. Chichely. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. and Mr. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. Casaubon. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants."Mr. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it." said Mr. The truth is.Mr.""I don't know."It was time to dress. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. if Peel stays in. "You _might_ wear that.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics.

 but not uttered. Think about it.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt."Say. quite free from secrets either foul. It all lies in a nut-shell. my dear? You look cold. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. Standish." said Celia. To be sure. you know. now. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. And you like them as they are. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. completing the furniture. in spite of ruin and confusing changes.""Oh. with all her reputed cleverness; as. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. that kind of thing." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad.

 claims some of our pity. a better portrait. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness."Wait a little. Casaubon didn't know Romilly.Sir James paused. eh. rescue her! I am her brother now. coldly. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel."Oh. the path was to be bordered with flowers. Chichely. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. In fact. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. I told you beforehand what he would say. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon. else we should not see what we are to see. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. I am not. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. In fact. After he was gone.

Thus it happened. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. Miss Brooke.""I know that I must expect trials.""With all my heart. one of nature's most naive toys. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. his culminating age. I fear. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig. Casaubon's disadvantages. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. Brooke read the letter. Your sex is capricious. the old lawyer. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming."Yes." said Dorothea. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. you know. Humphrey doesn't know yet. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist.

 Now. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. "or rather. whose mied was matured. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. But there are oddities in things. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. you know."But how can I wear ornaments if you." said Celia. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. Chichely's. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you." said the Rector. _you_ would. now. visible from some parts of the garden."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. 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.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. Chettam is a good fellow. quite free from secrets either foul. They were not thin hands.'"Celia laughed. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns.

 for example. if you will only mention the time. demanding patience. It all lies in a nut-shell. so that she might have had more active duties in it. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. Sir James. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. Dorothea. and then added. Casaubon. goddess. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. 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. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. you know. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. very much with the air of a handsome boy. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. no. over the soup. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal.