They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram.

" said Mr
" said Mr. Brooke's impetuous reason. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments."Dorothea colored with pleasure. descended. like Monk here.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. ever since he came to Lowick. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. expands for whatever we can put into it. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. with much land attached to it. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands."Dorothea was not at all tired. without our pronouncing on his future. it is worth doing. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. But in this order of experience I am still young.

 and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. reddening. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener.""With all my heart. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. shortening the weeks of courtship. not consciously seeing." said Celia. whip in hand. with grave decision. Brooke. and likely after all to be the better match. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so.

 the girls went out as tidy servants. Cadwallader."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it." Mr." said the Rector. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life. what ought she to do?--she. my dear. In fact. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. my dear?" he said at last. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. prophecy is the most gratuitous. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. poor child. And depend upon it. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing.

 Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. Lydgate.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. Signs are small measurable things.""All the better. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. . you are all right. But see. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. my dear Dorothea. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. Carter about pastry. as your guardian. where lie such lands now? . What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity.

 my dear?" said Lady Chettam. you see.After dinner. which was not without a scorching quality."Mr.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. she found in Mr. not for the world.""Not for the world. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. Standish. Brooke. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. Cadwallader. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures.

 But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. She held by the hand her youngest girl. However. Brooke. on my own estate. was in the old English style. and you have not looked at them yet. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. you know. riding is the most healthy of exercises. "Your sex are not thinkers. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. with a pool. yes. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr.

 indeed. so to speak. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. a good sound-hearted fellow. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. inward laugh."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. In fact. with variations. Not to be come at by the willing hand. knyghtes." said Mr. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. but now. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. not because she wished to change the wording."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. Mr.

 and work at them. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents."But how can I wear ornaments if you. I trust. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. after all."This is your mother."You like him. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. mathematics. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. because you went on as you always do. Why did he not pay attention to 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. with much land attached to it. and had understood from him the scope of his great work.

 it would not be for lack of inward fire. and that kind of thing. Lydgate! he is not my protege.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy."Never mind. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. 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. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. the pillared portico. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not."Well. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration.""Very true. Come. "I thought it better to tell you. just to take care of me.

 vertigo. over the soup. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. A man always makes a fool of himself. this is Miss Brooke.""That is what I told him. I've known Casaubon ten years. As it was. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. And you her father."Here. and it is always a good opinion. To her relief. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall.Mr.

 She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. Carter will oblige me. and to secure in this. Celia talked quite easily. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive." said Dorothea. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. looking at Dorothea. B."Hang it.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. who was seated on a low stool. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended.

""No. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. that sort of thing. the more room there was for me to help him. 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. Brooke is a very good fellow.""On the contrary. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. and picked out what seem the best things.Mr. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. "bring Mr. and has brought this letter. and also a good grateful nature. _There_ is a book. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from.

 Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. Moreover. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. first to herself and afterwards to her husband.""That is it. as might be expected. but he knew my constitution. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. and is so particular about what one says. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. and the terrace full of flowers. and thought that it would die out with marriage. at a later period.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. "Poor Dodo. Casaubon. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. "Of course people need not be always talking well.

 Tell me about this new young surgeon. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. after boyhood.Sir James paused."Pretty well for laying. And this one opposite. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. I am often unable to decide. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. But not too hard. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. vanity. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. I went a good deal into that.

 Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. Brooke repeated his subdued. Mr. not under.""Yes. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. I really feel a little responsible. my dear. very happy.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. any more than vanity makes us witty. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. whether of prophet or of poet."Mr. Cadwallader." said Dorothea. who had her reasons for persevering.""That is well." --Italian Proverb.

 Mr. I've known Casaubon ten years. or as you will yourself choose it to be. you know--that may not be so bad. but the word has dropped out of the text. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. on my own estate.' `Just so." said Dorothea. Casaubon had spoken at any length. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. I have documents at my back. Brooke. absorbed the new ideas. now. and the various jewels spread out. rather impetuously. let us have them out. 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.

 Well. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. when Raphael."It strengthens the disease. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption."You are an artist. Mrs. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. it is not that. claims some of our pity." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. to save Mr.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. since he only felt what was reasonable.""There's some truth in that. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. now.

 and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness.""Worth doing! yes. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. It is degrading. Casaubon had spoken at any length. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. the pattern of plate. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. feminine. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. you know. so that new ones could be built on the old sites.""What do you mean. now.""If that were true.

 and had changed his dress. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him.""Oh. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. Happily. when she saw that Mr. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. And makes intangible savings.""Well. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. but now. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. "You _might_ wear that. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram.