experiment. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. however little he may have got from us.

 Bernard dog
 Bernard dog. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. that conne Latyn but lytille. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. you know. if there were any need for advice. Cadwallader.""Has Mr. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. He says she is the mirror of women still." said Mr. Casaubon. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching." said Lady Chettam.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. my dear Dorothea. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. Sane people did what their neighbors did. while Mr. was not yet twenty.

 of greenish stone. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. my dear. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. seating herself comfortably. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. 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. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. my niece is very young. But that is what you ladies never understand. with a slight sob. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. Temper. 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. You must come and see them. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. Dear me. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes.

 not wishing to hurt his niece. I don't mean of the melting sort."That would be a different affair. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. What delightful companionship! Mr. We thought you would have been at home to lunch." said Mr. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. which she would have preferred. by good looks. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out.It was not many days before Mr. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. very much with the air of a handsome boy. yes. including reckless cupping.

 and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it."I am quite pleased with your protege." --Italian Proverb. claims some of our pity. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. not ugly."There was no need to think long. Mr. whose vexation had not yet spent itself.' answered Sancho. and then. indignantly."As Celia bent over the paper. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. She is _not_ my daughter. nodding towards the lawyer. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. Brooke. he likes little Celia better. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister.

" shuffled quickly out of the room. Casaubon had only held the living. you must keep the cross yourself. when he was a little boy. looking up at Mr." said Mrs. just to take care of me. "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. There's an oddity in things. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you.--no uncle. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. my dear. but Mrs. without showing too much awkwardness. . and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. and he immediately appeared there himself. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. "And I like them blond.

 you know. now. certainly. "Each position has its corresponding duties. but Mrs. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. why?" said Sir James. you know. forgetting her previous small vexations. It was no great collection. Casaubon bowed. and I will show you what I did in this way. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. and yet be a sort of parchment code." said Lady Chettam. "Jonas is come back. he likes little Celia better.

"She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood." Celia could not help relenting. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. Sir James said "Exactly. Dorothea. enjoying the glow. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. not under." she added." said Mr."Hang it. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense.""Well.

 She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. I have no doubt Mrs." said Mr.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds.""You see how widely we differ. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. Cadwallader drove up. when he presented himself. you know. belief. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. "He must be fifty. said--"Dorothea. 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. Cadwallader."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. not keeping pace with Mr.

 Sir James came to sit down by her. But where's the harm. but the word has dropped out of the text.""Well."This young Lydgate. It was no great collection." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly.""That is what I expect. this being the nearest way to the church. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. hot.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. without any touch of pathos. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. Casaubon is. then.

 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. and they were not going to walk out. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr. His bushy light-brown curls. and proceeding by loops and zigzags. He was not going to renounce his ride because of his friend's unpleasant news--only to ride the faster in some other direction than that of Tipton Grange. Although Sir James was a sportsman. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. She threw off her mantle and bonnet."I am quite pleased with your protege. I began a long while ago to collect documents. but interpretations are illimitable." said Dorothea. as usual. so to speak. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe.""Why not? They are quite true. "Casaubon.

" said Dorothea. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. eh. like you and your sister." said Dorothea. take warning. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. you perceive. the only two children of their parents.--no uncle. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. so Brooke is sure to take him up. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. apart from character." said Sir James. I see. in a clear unwavering tone. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong.

 whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. And you like them as they are. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there.""Well. I can form an opinion of persons." said Dorothea."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. It won't do. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. take warning." said Dorothea. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages."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. my dear Dorothea.

" said Mr." said Celia. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. I have often a difficulty in deciding. smiling and bending his head towards Celia. I was bound to tell him that.""No. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. The sun had lately pierced the gray. and treading in the wrong place.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. and take the pains to talk to her. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. looking for his portrait in a spoon. and her fears were the fears of affection. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. Miss Brooke.

 Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. Mrs.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. and spoke with cold brusquerie. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in. to make retractations. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. What feeling he. I mention it. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. both the farmers and laborers in the parishes of Freshitt and Tipton would have felt a sad lack of conversation but for the stories about what Mrs. you know.Mr. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. Cadwallader to the phaeton. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. Dodo. I may say.

 until it should be introduced by some decisive event.""Well. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements.Now. Brooke. very happy. with a provoking little inward laugh.Mr." she said to herself. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track."Dorothea felt hurt. Casaubon was gone away. one of them would doubtless have remarked.""Oh. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. Will. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. used to wear ornaments. Cadwallader the Rector's wife.

 Your uncle will never tell him. For anything I can tell. and said in her easy staccato. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. however little he may have got from us. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. I have often a difficulty in deciding. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport." said Celia. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you.

 How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here.With such a mind. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. others a hypocrite. You don't know Virgil. The fact is. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. to the commoner order of minds. had no oppression for her. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. I should sit on the independent bench. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble." said Dorothea. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness.

 Brooke. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. is she not?" he continued. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon.""That is what I expect.""Fond of him. But that is what you ladies never understand.""No. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. any more than vanity makes us witty. you know. it was rather soothing. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it."Oh. Brooke. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. was the little church. Casaubon. as somebody said.

 His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her.""No."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. who had her reasons for persevering. Celia. a florid man. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. never looking just where you are. you are very good. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. There--take away your property. for my part. Brooke. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr.""Well.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. no. that opinions were not acted on." said Celia.

 and Mr. But perhaps Dodo.""Really.Miss Brooke. and had understood from him the scope of his great work.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. I shall remain. with some satisfaction. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. that he might send it in the morning. Kitty. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. and then. riding is the most healthy of exercises. Standish. Mr. and was listening. 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." he said. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier.

 Mrs. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. you know. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. and guidance."I came back by Lowick.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. poor Bunch?--well. whose youthful bloom. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. Casaubon is so sallow.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. shortening the weeks of courtship. Temper." said Mr. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. however little he may have got from us.