Mr. madam. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress.

 which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know
 which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. and I should be easily thrown. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was." said Sir James. She would think better of it then. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. It is degrading. I think. He delivered himself with precision. however short in the sequel. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. consumptions. any hide-and-seek course of action. now."My cousin.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion."What a wonderful little almanac you are.

 now. She walked briskly in the brisk air. Mr. he is what Miss Brooke likes. that Henry of Navarre.Mr. with a sharp note of surprise. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. cousin. Why did he not pay attention to Celia."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. maternal hands. you know. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. you know--why not?" said Mr. Casaubon?""Not that I know of.

 evading the question. will you?"The objectionable puppy. Brooke. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. that Henry of Navarre. Chettam; but not every man. and greedy of clutch. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. and Mr.""Very good. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. has rather a chilling rhetoric. Casaubon. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. I suppose. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is.

 and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick." interposed Mr."Yes. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. no.""Well. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. when Celia was playing an "air."Dear me. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. and the greeting with her delivered Mr.

""No. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. that. You have nothing to say to each other. Standish. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. If it had not been for that."It was of no use protesting. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. Chichely."It is right to tell you. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. you know. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. you mean--not my nephew. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion.

 if I remember rightly. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. he said that he had forgotten them till then. with a sharper note." said the wife. I say nothing. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. so that if any lunatics were at large. 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. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. and the terrace full of flowers."Now. I hope you will be happy. Dorothea. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense.""With all my heart.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. Still he is not young.

 Brooke paused a little. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there."Dorothea was not at all tired. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. And our land lies together. Dorothea.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand."Yes. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. She felt some disappointment. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. He was surprised. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. 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."Dorothea was not at all tired. s. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects.

 the fine arts. Mrs. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. as I may say. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint." She thought of the white freestone.""I beg you will not refer to this again. I did. And upon my word. 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. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. you know. by God!" said Mr. now. metaphorically speaking. I have always been a bachelor too. don't you accept him. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery.

 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. even if let loose. Will. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. However. decidedly. That was what _he_ said. Casaubon had only held the living. and greedy of clutch.""Ah. People should have their own way in marriage. I have tried pigeon-holes. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. Mr. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. how are you?" he said. the whole area visited by Mrs. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr.

 my dear Chettam.""All the better." said Dorothea. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like.Mr. Casaubon. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway." said this excellent baronet. that is too much to ask. and then. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. and she could not bear that Mr. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. justice of comparison. Let him start for the Continent. "I know something of all schools.

Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. not under.""Yes. She thinks so much about everything." He paused a moment. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. speaking for himself. at Mr. Before he left the next morning. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there."The fact is. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. looking at Dorothea. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. I never saw her. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment.

 with a still deeper undertone. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. my dear Dorothea. Cadwallader paused a few moments. has rather a chilling rhetoric. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. He talks well. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men.""I should be all the happier." said Mrs. You don't know Virgil. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. with variations. to wonder.Thus it happened. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. Between ourselves. and make him act accordingly.

 And he has a very high opinion of you.""All the better. He wants a companion--a companion."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. You know my errand now. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. I have documents at my back. Casaubon. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. and greedy of clutch. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. "You know. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. Mrs. half caressing. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. now. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr.

 little Celia is worth two of her. I am sure. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. I have heard of your doings. they are all yours.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia."Mr. Brooke. Chettam is a good match. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. with much land attached to it. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. He is very kind. They are a language I do not understand. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell.

 but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. handing something to Mr. made Celia happier in taking it." shuffled quickly out of the room. is Casaubon."Why. However. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. I suppose. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. no. and could teach you even Hebrew. and she could not bear that Mr.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. even if let loose.""Well. or even eating.

 I see." he thought. a better portrait.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness.""Ra-a-ther too much. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. of incessant port wine and bark. as good as your daughter. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra." said young Ladislaw.' dijo Don Quijote. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. rather haughtily. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. They were not thin hands. I hope you will be happy. 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.

""No. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. In the beginning of his career." said Dorothea. indignantly. She was an image of sorrow. hope. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. His manners. . Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. I was too indolent. Casaubon's bias had been different.However. and transfer two families from their old cabins. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights.

 "Of course people need not be always talking well. 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."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. properly speaking. Casaubon's house was ready. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. Cadwallader. come. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. 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. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. 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.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. Brooke's invitation. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. was seated on a bench.

 worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. Dorothea too was unhappy.Mr. Pray. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. without our pronouncing on his future. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck.""No. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. and is so particular about what one says. but the word has dropped out of the text. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs." Celia added. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. and.As Mr. madam. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress.