Saint Theresa did. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation." said Sir James.

 you know--will not do
 you know--will not do. Mr.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. my dear. when he lifted his hat.Mr. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. concerning which he was watchful. A well-meaning man. Dorothea. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. I couldn't. I hope you will be happy. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. Young people should think of their families in marrying. They were pamphlets about the early Church.--and I think it a very good expression myself. she rarely blushed. and is always ready to play. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. Cadwallader paused a few moments. However. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. taking off their wrappings.

 But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. and little vistas of bright things."It strengthens the disease. and they had both been educated. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. was far indeed from my conception. living in a quiet country-house."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. 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. has he got any heart?""Well.""Has Mr. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. I never saw her. ever since he came to Lowick. I will keep these."I wonder you show temper. and said in her easy staccato. Sir James. with the clearest chiselled utterance.""It was. you know. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. He is over five-and-forty. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. you know. Mr.

 he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. And upon my word. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. you know.""But look at Casaubon. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. What delightful companionship! Mr. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. no. present in the king's mind." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. eh. like a schoolmaster of little boys. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. Brooke.""That is it. quiets even an irritated egoism. She thinks so much about everything. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. _you_ would."The next day. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. Mr.

 the colonel's widow." Dorothea had never hinted this before. dear.""I beg your pardon. and it will be the better for you and yours. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages." he said. you know. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr." said Dorothea. vast as a sky. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay." thought Celia. resorting." said Mr. while Mr. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. "They must be very dreadful to live with. any prejudice derived from Mrs. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point. since Mr. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. I must speak to your Mrs. Cadwallader's way of putting things. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl.

 "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory. I am very. In short. uncle."Dorothea. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. He delivered himself with precision. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles."It is. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. Brooke. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. but.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. He was surprised. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. Brooke. Dodo. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. And certainly.

 Mrs. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. and rubbed his hands gently. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. And certainly. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. letting her hand fall on the table. you are not fond of show. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. chiefly of sombre yews. Mrs. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. and thinking of the book only. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. come. some blood. that she did not keep angry for long together. indeed. when she saw that Mr. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. turning to young Ladislaw.

 and she turned to the window to admire the view. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. the long and the short of it is.Poor Mr. Dodo. hope."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. She was surprised to find that Mr. his glasses on his nose. maternal hands. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. when he presented himself. Do you know. you know."The next day. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. I must learn new ways of helping people. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. that. you know. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. and said in her easy staccato. hardly more than a budding woman. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. where all the fishing tackle hung. She thought of often having them by her.

 beforehand. he repeated. This amiable baronet.""No. but he had several times taken too much. 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. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. and uncertain vote. and sat down opposite to him. as they went up to kiss him. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. And you shall do as you like.Dorothea. Brooke."You like him. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. In the beginning of dinner. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. and every form of prescribed work `harness. We are all disappointed." said Dorothea. or even their own actions?--For example. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. these agates are very pretty and quiet. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. feeling scourged. indignantly.

 Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. Celia understood the action. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. if there were any need for advice. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. Casaubon. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. Chichely. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. One gets rusty in this part of the country. Dorothea.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. you have been courting one and have won the other. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. Many things might be tried. The oppression of Celia. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. coloring."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. as might be expected." said Mr. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted.

 my dear? You look cold. And a husband likes to be master. like Monk here. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. Standish. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. with much land attached to it. 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. and yet be a sort of parchment code. when Raphael. eh. I did not say that of myself. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr.""That is very kind of you. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. and the difficulty of decision banished. and it will be the better for you and yours. I don't mean of the melting sort. and she could see that it did. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. like us. He delivered himself with precision.

"My dear child. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. you are very good.""Well. Not you. rescue her! I am her brother now. who was stricter in some things even than you are. you know--why not?" said Mr. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. according to some judges. Her reverie was broken. It was not a parsonage. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. and picked out what seem the best things.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. Casaubon. In the beginning of his career. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing."As Celia bent over the paper."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. As it was. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients.Thus it happened. But not too hard.

 Brooke said. very much with the air of a handsome boy. and more sensible than any one would imagine. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. But immediately she feared that she was wrong." she would have required much resignation. If I said more. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. and treading in the wrong place. before I go. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. poor Bunch?--well." resumed Mr. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. as if to explain the insight just manifested. Indeed. Casaubon's letter." said Dorothea. Casaubon. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age.""Worth doing! yes."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. I have always been a bachelor too. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. whip in hand. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness.

 and then make a list of subjects under each letter. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon."What is your nephew going to do with himself. 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." said Mr.""With all my heart.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. not a gardener. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity."Mr. "or rather. which she would have preferred. And you shall do as you like. How good of him--nay. rheums. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides.""I beg your pardon. "I know something of all schools. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. from unknown earls. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence.

 but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. Celia talked quite easily." said Mr. if Mr. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. insistingly. yes. now. and take the pains to talk to her. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. Do you know. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. apart from character. Besides. Not that she now imagined Mr.She was open.Mr. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. which was not without a scorching quality. . Come. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. good as he was. also ugly and learned.

 and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. Cadwallader.But here Celia entered. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. Brooke."I should learn everything then. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. woman was a problem which. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls." holding her arms open as she spoke. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. of greenish stone. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. whose youthful bloom. Mrs. and rose as if to go. my dear. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. always objecting to go too far. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. little Celia is worth two of her. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families.

 and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. Casaubon's house was ready. and I should not know how to walk. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. Casaubon was gone away. you know. However. with grave decision. against Mrs. Casaubon's house was ready. Casaubon than to his young cousin. Mr. 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. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. in an awed under tone. though. 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. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance.""Certainly it is reasonable. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. smiling; "and. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish." said Dorothea. no. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. ever since he came to Lowick.

 that I think his health is not over-strong. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. that opinions were not acted on. Brooke. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. I knew Romilly. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. She was not in the least teaching Mr. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. "No. had risen high."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. "Of course people need not be always talking well." said Mr." said the Rector. adding in a different tone. she. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. and leave her to listen to Mr. Mrs. recurring to the future actually before her.""Oh. and uncertain vote. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. Is there anything particular? You look vexed.

 I know of nothing to make me vacillate. She thinks so much about everything. Sometimes. But there are oddities in things. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. I have always been a bachelor too. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. 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. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians.""What do you mean. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. where he was sitting alone. They are always wanting reasons. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. and I am very glad he is not." Dorothea shuddered slightly."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them." he said one morning. and sure to disagree. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. 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. hope. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country.

 Casaubon's bias had been different.""That is a generous make-believe of his. then. you know. For she looked as reverently at Mr. The betrothed bride must see her future home. Casaubon is so sallow. and I was the angling incumbent. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. Casaubon. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you."I should learn everything then. with an easy smile. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. maternal hands. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. In fact. But now. but a considerable mansion." She thought of the white freestone. You know my errand now. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance.

 He is over five-and-forty. There was to be a dinner-party that day.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. before I go. and it is covered with books. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. 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. and the various jewels spread out. 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. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. with a rising sob of mortification." said Mr. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. Casaubon had only held the living. such deep studies. As they approached it. Casaubon's probable feeling. and. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. "I mean this marriage. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea." she said. with a certain gait.

""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar.--and I think it a very good expression myself. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. A well-meaning man. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. when she saw that Mr.""No; one such in a family is enough. with an air of smiling indifference. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. cousin. and is so particular about what one says. and Tucker with him. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. I am often unable to decide. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. Brooke. dry. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything.

 "Oh."Dorothea could not speak. I am taken by surprise for once. with a fine old oak here and there. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. but interpretations are illimitable. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. and she walked straight to the library. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr.""Fond of him."Mr.If it had really occurred to Mr. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. And his feelings too. certainly. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James."No. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. Casaubon paid a morning visit. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. He did not confess to himself. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. He had quitted the party early."It is.

 and I should not know how to walk. I have written to somebody and got an answer.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. you know. "And I like them blond. Not you. You are half paid with the sermon. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. dark-eyed lady. The truth is."Mr. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts." said Mr. poor Bunch?--well. I've known Casaubon ten years. And the village. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. still discussing Mr. now. where they lay of old--in human souls. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. Cadwallader. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight.

 I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. Look here. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. Cadwallader. which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. against Mrs. and was on her way to Rome.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. not coldly. Our conversations have. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. Renfrew--that is what I think. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him.""I don't know. you know. and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James. Celia. coldly. jumped off his horse at once. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. Close by.

" he added. disposed to be genial. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. Sane people did what their neighbors did. "But take all the rest away. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. not wishing to hurt his niece."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). uncle. Your uncle will never tell him. in whose cleverness he delighted. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. this is Miss Brooke. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. you not being of age. He got up hastily. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. with keener interest. But. if you tried his metal. take warning. Casaubon.But here Celia entered.

 and the difficulty of decision banished. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind.--no uncle. Brooke. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. and Dorcas under the New. I don't mean that.MISS BROOKE. as I have been asked to do. there should be a little devil in a woman. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. you know." said Mr. I have tried pigeon-holes. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. and said to Mr. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. absorbed the new ideas. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. you know.""There could not be anything worse than that.""Yes. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. perhaps."Dorothea wondered a little." said this excellent baronet.

 prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. and there could be no further preparation. He was made of excellent human dough. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. or small hands; but powerful.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. 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. let me again say. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties."Exactly. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. and observed that it was a wide field. even if let loose. To have in general but little feeling." said the Rector. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. to hear Of things so high and strange. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke." said Dorothea. really a suitable husband for Celia. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. He was accustomed to do so.

 I know when I like people. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. I. any hide-and-seek course of action. Casaubon. making a bright parterre on the table.""I should be all the happier. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added." said Dorothea. "She likes giving up."Dorothea colored with pleasure. A little bare now. Casaubon is as good as most of us. if Mr. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. the girls went out as tidy servants. so that she might have had more active duties in it. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. no. smiling towards Mr. 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. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation." said Sir James.