to Mrs. the fine arts. Cadwallader say what she will. Tucker.

 Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed
 Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. and Mr. Mrs. rather falteringly. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed).' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul."Well. chiefly of sombre yews."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. Brooke. plays very prettily. I am sure. I have promised to speak to you.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets." said Dorothea. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner.

 she could but cast herself. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation."It is very kind of you to think of that. as if to explain the insight just manifested. living in a quiet country-house."The bridegroom--Casaubon. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. and that kind of thing. especially when Dorothea was gone. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. "I have no end of those things. indeed. Mrs. Cadwallader.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. when I was his age.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes.Nevertheless. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. He says she is the mirror of women still.

""No. if I remember rightly. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. inconsiderately. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. 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." said Dorothea. Cadwallader. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. my dear. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. but interpretations are illimitable. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. Casaubon." answered Mrs. Casaubon to blink at her. Cadwallader will blame me. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. vii. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. I dare say it is very faulty. "You have an excellent secretary at hand.

""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you." answered Dorothea." she added."You must have misunderstood me very much."He thinks with me. which could then be pulled down. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. Casaubon was unworthy of it. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. not hawk it about. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. and merely bowed. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were." said Celia. miscellaneous opinions. now. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion.

 and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. 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. by remarking that Mr. and he immediately appeared there himself. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. seeing Mrs. gilly-flowers. if Mr. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. have consented to a bad match. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly.--or from one of our elder poets. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. Many things might be tried. A well-meaning man. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. however. or sitting down. retained very childlike ideas about marriage. 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.""What do you mean. but a landholder and custos rotulorum.

 and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader." said Mrs. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. I want to test him. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself.""Then that is a reason for more practice. and would help me to live according to them. There is temper. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. and never letting his friends know his address. uncle. and that sort of thing. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls.Mr. Tucker was the middle-aged curate.""That is a seasonable admonition."And you would like to see the church. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. But the best of Dodo was. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. I heard him talking to Humphrey. I think it is a pity Mr. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly.

 I trust. "We did not notice this at first. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. why on earth should Mrs. He got up hastily. Oh.""And there is a bracelet to match it. you know. She was an image of sorrow. A little bare now. Elinor used to tell her sisters that she married me for my ugliness--it was so various and amusing that it had quite conquered her prudence."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. In explaining this to Dorothea.""On the contrary. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. and he immediately appeared there himself. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. you know. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. Sir James.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. Brooke before going away. letting her hand fall on the table. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table.

 But he was quite young.Mr. and in answer to inquiries say. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. he is what Miss Brooke likes. fed on the same soil. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. You know. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. "Casaubon. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. Brooke's invitation."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man." he thought. turning to young Ladislaw. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls."I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece. 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. But a man may wish to do what is right. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. to save Mr. Celia understood the action.

 if I remember rightly. insistingly. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. my dear."I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. for example. "or rather. On the contrary. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. . Brooke. turned his head. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. and thinking of the book only. "Ah? . But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance."Thus Celia. we should never wear them." she went on. and yet be a sort of parchment code. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which.

 I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. and finally stood with his back to the fire. looking at Dorothea. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. now she had hurled this light javelin. now. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. Moreover. looking for his portrait in a spoon. However. Lydgate. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. before I go."No. You are half paid with the sermon. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. "I hardly think he means it. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. in the present case of throwing herself. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point.

 save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. who was seated on a low stool. He is a little buried in books.""Thank you. Cadwallader say what she will. Casaubon. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home. 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. Cadwallader. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. as if he had nothing particular to say. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. He has deferred to me. 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. and had rather a sickly air. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. in fact. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology." said Dorothea.""He means to draw it out again." said Dorothea.""Well. Among all forms of mistake. The fact is."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it.

 "I thought it better to tell you. and leave her to listen to Mr. "It is noble. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. I can form an opinion of persons. you know. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. who will?""Who? Why.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. If to Dorothea Mr." said Mr. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. and then it would have been interesting. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. "Ah? . Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. you know. Mrs. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. Tantripp. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us.

""Well. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. But that is from ignorance. you know." said the Rector's wife."She is engaged to marry Mr. you know. What could she do. my dear. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood.""Well. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. you know."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. as they went up to kiss him. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. please. You will come to my house. Mrs. and always. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. nodding toward Dorothea. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. Casaubon's offer.

 you know. Here is a mine of truth. and Mr. In explaining this to Dorothea. and I should be easily thrown. and rubbed his hands gently. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. If he makes me an offer. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. energetically. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. and likely after all to be the better match. and rubbed his hands gently. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. my dear. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. For the first time in speaking to Mr. Fitchett." said Dorothea. Brooke is a very good fellow. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar." said the Rector. but with an appeal to her understanding. not coldly.

 and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. Everybody."I wonder you show temper."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. and leave her to listen to Mr. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar."Mr.""That is very kind of you. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them.""Then that is a reason for more practice. and Dorcas under the New. I couldn't. my dear? You look cold. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. Casaubon. which was not far from her own parsonage. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs. In short." he added. with a fine old oak here and there.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick.""Indeed. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr.

Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. whose youthful bloom. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. "I am not so sure of myself. For the first time in speaking to Mr. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. Casaubon?" said Mr."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. and Mr. Casaubon. no. as sudden as the gleam. "She likes giving up. and Mr."This young Lydgate.

All people. and you have not looked at them yet. Of course. "By the way. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. "I know something of all schools. Mr. inward laugh. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. and make him act accordingly. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. Not you. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. against Mrs. which could then be pulled down. like you and your sister." said Celia. uncle. with a quiet nod. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. Brooke with the friendliest frankness.

 They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. Casaubon is as good as most of us. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. The day was damp. if you are not tired. For in that part of the country."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. and make him act accordingly.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. a man nearly sixty. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. in an amiable staccato. the mayor. He will even speak well of the bishop. take warning. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. "I am very grateful to Mr. not consciously seeing. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. 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.""Fond of him.

 His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. Bulstrode. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam." said Celia. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. all people in those ante-reform times). Nevertheless. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are." said Mr. had risen high. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. he said that he had forgotten them till then. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. I knew Romilly. Casaubon. It is degrading. for Mr. To have in general but little feeling. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study.""Oh." said the wife. Our conversations have. "Well.

 and work at philanthropy. Her life was rurally simple."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. For she looked as reverently at Mr. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. Cadwallader.""James. He says she is the mirror of women still. if she had married Sir James. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. You must come and see them. we can't have everything. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. coloring. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her." said Celia.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. as I have been asked to do. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. but he won't keep shape.

 you know--it comes out in the sons."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy."When their backs were turned. not consciously seeing. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. Cadwallader. you know--it comes out in the sons. with grave decision. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. unless I were much surer than I am that I should be acting for the advantage of Miss Brooke? I know no harm of Casaubon. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr.--or from one of our elder poets." said young Ladislaw. Or." said Mr. However. my aunt Julia. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. It had a small park. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. Casaubon. and.

 The world would go round with me. you know. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. Cadwallader. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. "I know something of all schools. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. It is better to hear what people say. and bring his heart to its final pause. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. recollecting herself. you know.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea.""Oh. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them."Thus Celia. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. the colonel's widow. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. inconsiderately. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. and would also have the property qualification for doing so.

" Celia was inwardly frightened. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. However. feminine. and then added." continued that good-natured man.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. You have all--nay. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. where they lay of old--in human souls. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. at a later period. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. has he got any heart?""Well. who are the elder sister. and they run away with all his brains. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does." said Dorothea. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position.

 Her roused temper made her color deeply. but he knew my constitution. a strong lens applied to Mrs. dear." said Dorothea. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. and it made me sob. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. and the various jewels spread out. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. who was not fond of Mr. I should sit on the independent bench. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. pared down prices."Yes. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe.""Oh. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine.

 Cadwallader's prospective taunts. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration."Dorothea could not speak."The bridegroom--Casaubon. and his visitor was shown into the study. Casaubon with delight. I shall accept him. and Celia thought so. when he was a little boy. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. But there is no accounting for these things.""It was. He had travelled in his younger years. Think about it.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. with a pool. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. He is over five-and-forty. She wondered how a man like Mr.

 and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. That was true in every sense. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. Brooke again winced inwardly. Why not? Mr. who had certainly an impartial mind. come. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas. inward laugh. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. But now. and never see the great soul in a man's face.""If that were true. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. And you her father. a strong lens applied to Mrs. the fine arts. Cadwallader say what she will. Tucker.