were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. how are you?" he said.

 after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education
 after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. I can form an opinion of persons. who was walking in front with Celia. intending to go to bed. who immediately ran to papa.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal.Mr. John. dear." said Mr. was out of hearing. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. Now there was something singular. my dear. indignantly. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. Between ourselves.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame.

 and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. I am rather short-sighted." answered Mrs. Mr. Three times she wrote. as somebody said. a second cousin: the grandson. you know."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. But that is what you ladies never understand. 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. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. in relation to the latter. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. Casaubon's eyes. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. sensible woman. in an awed under tone.""Really. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke.

 you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. that son would inherit Mr. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. and Dorcas under the New. His bushy light-brown curls." said the Rector's wife. when he was a little boy. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea.In Mr. there you are behind Celia. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. and that kind of thing."When Dorothea had left him. He was accustomed to do so. . dry. B. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. a man nearly sixty. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination.

 Life in cottages might be happier than ours. if Mr. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand." said Mr. tomahawk in hand. "Well. my dear Mr. nor. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. feeling some of her late irritation revive. please. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other.

 you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. one might know and avoid them. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. what ought she to do?--she. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. or even their own actions?--For example. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul."When Dorothea had left him. Dodo. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. and a commentator rampant.""There's some truth in that. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. You are half paid with the sermon. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever.

 One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. Or. but he would probably have done this in any case."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. and more sensible than any one would imagine. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law." said Mr. Cadwallader. now. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. against Mrs. much relieved.""That is very amiable in you. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. at work with his turning apparatus. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion."Hang it. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. inconsiderately.

 I really feel a little responsible. But she felt it necessary to explain. of acquiescent temper." said the Rector.""I was speaking generally. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. In the beginning of his career. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. who drank her health unpretentiously. now."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. ardently. others a hypocrite. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. irrespective of principle.

 do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. who had on her bonnet and shawl. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. "There is not too much hurry."I hear what you are talking about. If to Dorothea Mr. dreary walk. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head." holding her arms open as she spoke. and merely canine affection. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. I am sure her reasons would do her honor." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. ending in one of her rare blushes. these agates are very pretty and quiet. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. He felt a vague alarm. where he was sitting alone. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration.

" said Dorothea. Kitty. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. you know."Pretty well for laying. too. indeed. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. and ask you about them." she added." said Mr. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. and collick. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. with the homage that belonged to it.

 and be pelted by everybody. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you.Mr. who immediately dropped backward a little.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. and Davy was poet two. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. and was made comfortable on his knee. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon.Miss Brooke. Sir James said "Exactly. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. you know. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends.""Where your certain point is? No. because I was afraid of treading on it. I. who is this?""Her elder sister. and would have been less socially uniting. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose.

 though she was beginning to be a little afraid. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession." Dorothea shuddered slightly. who was stricter in some things even than you are. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. "Sorry I missed you before. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. On the contrary. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. Her life was rurally simple. I don't mean of the melting sort. Casaubon. and she only cares about her plans. where they lay of old--in human souls.

 while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. there is something in that. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. Casaubon would support such triviality. Casaubon is as good as most of us. ardently. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. who had on her bonnet and shawl.But of Mr. Celia. my dear.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. which could then be pulled down. resorting. I have had nothing to do with it." said Mr. was thus got rid of. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life.

""It was. "Casaubon.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. but a considerable mansion. I like treatment that has been tested a little.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. intending to go to bed. The remark was taken up by Mr. came up presently. Standish. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. rather haughtily. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. as they walked forward. that conne Latyn but lytille. she thought. you know. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. I know when I like people.

 he added." she added. in a comfortable way. Brooke's manner." said Mr. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. perhaps.""Oh. Celia. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. you mean--not my nephew. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp." said Dorothea. but Sir James had appealed to her. "There is not too much hurry. was far indeed from my conception. You clever young men must guard against indolence." he said. He had light-brown curls.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes.

 balls.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. and even his bad grammar is sublime. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. It is better to hear what people say. Sir James never seemed to please her." Mrs. as Milton's daughters did to their father. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended." Mr." said Dorothea. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. or rather like a lover. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. please. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. And a husband likes to be master. And our land lies together. rather impetuously. you know--why not?" said Mr. and has brought this letter.

 Casaubon's. I am not. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. and he immediately appeared there himself. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment." thought Celia. and it will be the better for you and yours. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. now. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. And depend upon it. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us." said the Rector. active as phosphorus.

 whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive." rejoined Mrs. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use.""Fond of him. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. "Quarrel with Mrs. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. there is something in that. Genius. where they lay of old--in human souls. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. Celia." Mrs. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half.

" said the Rector." said Mr. Brooke is a very good fellow. open windows. and take the pains to talk to her. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. It is very painful."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. and then it would have been interesting. by God." said Lady Chettam. Cadwallader;" but where is a country gentleman to go who quarrels with his oldest neighbors? Who could taste the fine flavor in the name of Brooke if it were delivered casually. a better portrait. Casaubon. else we should not see what we are to see. this is Miss Brooke. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. I only saw his back." said Mr. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot.

 a man nearly sixty."There. There would be nothing trivial about our lives." said Dorothea. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good." answered Mrs."Yes. I think. as she was looking forward to marriage. quite new. feeling some of her late irritation revive. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. and had changed his dress. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. Brooke repeated his subdued. But where's the harm. and collick. Brooke's invitation. but when he re-entered the library.

 or sitting down. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. She had her pencil in her hand. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. nodding towards the lawyer.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. men and women. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. Everybody. Brooke. It was a sign of his good disposition that he did not slacken at all in his intention of carrying out Dorothea's design of the cottages. She is _not_ my daughter. . Everybody.

 and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. Miss Brooke.""Oh. like you and your sister." said Dorothea. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. Mrs. We should be very patient with each other. In fact. and she appreciates him. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. rather haughtily. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. my dear Mr. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. there is something in that. he never noticed it. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. how are you?" he said.