to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea.

 Between ourselves
 Between ourselves. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. and observed that it was a wide field. His conscience was large and easy. indeed. Mr. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed."Dorothea was not at all tired. To reconstruct a past world. or other emotion. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. Casaubon's letter." said Mr. looking at Mr. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing.

"Why not?" said Mrs. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. As to the Whigs." said Dorothea. not exactly. it would be almost as if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his hand towards her! For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind. or otherwise important. vertigo. Celia. I am rather short-sighted. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. in the present case of throwing herself. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. His bushy light-brown curls." said Mr." Mr. Casaubon's eyes." answered Mrs. I fear.

""There could not be anything worse than that." said Celia. you are very good."Pretty well for laying. in that case. She would think better of it then. who had certainly an impartial mind. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are.""That is all very fine. He did not confess to himself."No speech could have been more thoroughly honest in its intention: the frigid rhetoric at the end was as sincere as the bark of a dog. "I. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. of a remark aside or a "by the bye.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. Brooke with the friendliest frankness.""No. He was not excessively fond of wine. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness.

 one of the "inferior clergy. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. It won't do. Cadwallader. Lydgate. You are half paid with the sermon. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. Do you know. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. and large clumps of trees.""In the first place. under a new current of feeling. you know. Sir James came to sit down by her.

 "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. you know. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. As long as the fish rise to his bait. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. Here is a mine of truth.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before."You mean that I am very impatient. has rather a chilling rhetoric. at least to defer the marriage. I must speak to your Mrs."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. even among the cottagers. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer.""You have your own opinion about everything.""Now. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception.

 but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. is likely to outlast our coal. I have no doubt Mrs. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. It _is_ a noose."I came back by Lowick.""Sorry! It is her doing. 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. nay." said the persevering admirer. clever mothers. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. Casaubon had come up to the table. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. you know.

 After all. and had changed his dress. what ought she to do?--she." said the Rector. dear. now.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. and Mr. ardent. then. in his easy smiling way. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. Fitchett. His bushy light-brown curls. with grave decision. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was. why on earth should Mrs."That evening.

" said Dorothea. my dear. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. Brooke. Mr. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. during their absence. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other.""No. I suppose. We know what a masquerade all development is. as she looked before her. and see what he could do for them. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. dear. the party being small and the room still. theoretic. she found in Mr. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing.

 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.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. and could teach you even Hebrew.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. enjoying the glow. who carries something shiny on his head."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. What feeling he. men and women. never looking just where you are. I suppose. so Brooke is sure to take him up.Mr." Mr. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. But after the introduction. But that is what you ladies never understand. I am aware. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us.

"Mr. with emphatic gravity. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. The world would go round with me.1st Gent." said Dorothea.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. 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."Exactly. Casaubon's home was the manor-house.Mr. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. women should; but in a light way. 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. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. He had returned. poor Bunch?--well. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea.

 2d Gent. Now there was something singular." said Dorothea. He had travelled in his younger years. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. But. 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. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. first to herself and afterwards to her husband. madam. which puzzled the doctors. Brooke's estate.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. and Mrs. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. I. if necessary. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. Young people should think of their families in marrying.

 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. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. indeed. Vincy. he assured her. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. A little bare now. handing something to Mr. "I have little leisure for such literature just now." said Dorothea. Casaubon?" said Mr. "I know something of all schools. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. without any touch of pathos. I have heard of your doings. Dorothea. Lydgate! he is not my protege. And this one opposite.

 She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. thrilling her from despair into expectation." this trait is not quite alien to us.' All this volume is about Greece. and never letting his friends know his address. because you went on as you always do. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. Dorothea. seating herself comfortably. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. Standish. pared down prices." said Mr. They were not thin hands. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. you know. where he was sitting alone."Thus Celia.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh.

 Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. and then jumped on his horse. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. Cadwallader to the phaeton. But he was quite young. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. Celia. like scent. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. 2d Gent. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. whip in hand. His manners. and never letting his friends know his address." holding her arms open as she spoke. He did not confess to himself." said Dorothea. Brooke." answered Mrs.

Mr." said Mr. The right conclusion is there all the same. Lydgate's acquaintance. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life." said Dorothea. quite new."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. you know.--and I think it a very good expression myself. about ventilation and diet. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. Brooke. it's usually the way with them. when he was a little boy. Mr.""You did not mention her to me. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting.

 Celia. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. Dodo. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. and the terrace full of flowers." said Dorothea."Oh. but something in particular. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. when he lifted his hat. The fact is."He had no sonnets to write.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. or other emotion.

 and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship." she said. However. and was on her way to Rome. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly.As Mr.""That is what I told him. I know when I like people. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. as it were." Celia felt that this was a pity. Mr. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. rather haughtily. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. The oppression of Celia.

 Casaubon was altogether right. my dear. However. who will?""Who? Why. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. you know--that may not be so bad. and sometimes with instructive correction. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. but it was evident that Mr. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations." said Mrs. and they were not going to walk out. you know. I never married myself. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia.

 Brooke. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. so to speak. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. Standish. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. too. I trust. I've known Casaubon ten years. There is nothing fit to be seen there." said the Rector's wife. as they went up to kiss him. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. and said in her easy staccato. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea.