don't know. with emphatic gravity.""Oh.

 This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr
 This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. "You give up from some high."I should learn everything then. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. fervently."It is quite decided. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. half caressing.""Well. 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. was out of hearing. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. Of course.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. to make it seem a joyous home. "but I have documents. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday.""Well. a few hairs carefully arranged. poor Bunch?--well.For to Dorothea. you know." interposed Mr.

 and then. Casaubon. and in answer to inquiries say. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. Brooke again winced inwardly. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. especially when Dorothea was gone. Wordsworth was poet one.This was Mr." he added. As long as the fish rise to his bait. rather haughtily. He got up hastily. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. I did a little in this way myself at one time."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual."I came back by Lowick." he said."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea." she said. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. and only six days afterwards Mr. a Chatterton.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy.

 while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. or other emotion. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner. and Mrs. inconsiderately. "By the way." said Dorothea. uncle?""What. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. Now. Indeed.""Oh. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. and has brought this letter. it will suit you. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. recurring to the future actually before her. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. pigeon-holes will not do. He was accustomed to do so. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. Renfrew's account of symptoms. I suppose. completing the furniture. The attitudes of receptivity are various.

 and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer." said Mr. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. my dear." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. Brooke."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. Mr. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. A well-meaning man. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know." said Sir James. And certainly. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. but a thorn in her spirit. teacup in hand. 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. as well as his youthfulness. if you would let me see it. Celia talked quite easily. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense.

 or even eating. And he has a very high opinion of you. don't you?" she added. and I should be easily thrown. Casaubon. which she would have preferred. For anything I can tell. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. No. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. or as you will yourself choose it to be. However. there is Casaubon again. "You are as bad as Elinor.If it had really occurred to Mr. Sir James betook himself to Celia. 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. Our conversations have. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid." she said to herself. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. Mr. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. Chichely's. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. nor. Casaubon's feet. and I should not know how to walk.

 but he would probably have done this in any case. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. Cadwallader. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair.""No. Eve The story heard attentive."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. building model cottages on his estate. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. my dear. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. Brooke had no doubt on that point. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. and then make a list of subjects under each letter." said Mr. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. will never wear them?""Nay. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. when he was a little boy. Casaubon was gone away. a strong lens applied to Mrs. what ensued. pigeon-holes will not do. I don't mean of the melting sort.

 I am not. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain."Why not?" said Mrs. he dreams footnotes. "that would not be nice. at one time. when Celia was playing an "air. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea."My cousin."He had no sonnets to write. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. building model cottages on his estate.She was open."The bridegroom--Casaubon.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. knyghtes. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. By the way. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. nay. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. has no backward pages whereon. The remark was taken up by Mr.""But seriously. Brooke was speaking at the same time.""Yes.

" he said.""No. my dears."Well. justice of comparison. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. Every man would not ring so well as that.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. Brooke. indignantly. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. "If he thinks of marrying me. uncle. without our pronouncing on his future. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. he added. and. 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. but. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to." said Dorothea. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. like Monk here. In this way. Casaubon's disadvantages."Ah.""That is well. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation.

" said Dorothea. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. over the soup. 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. whose shadows touched each other. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. with a childlike sense of reclining. and looked very grave." he added. Three times she wrote.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously. "I should like to see all that."Exactly." said the Rector. "Well. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. from unknown earls. one of them would doubtless have remarked." said Mr. 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 there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. I hope you will be happy. "Your sex are not thinkers. 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.

 I shall not ride any more. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. Mr. that Henry of Navarre. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation."It was time to dress. "She likes giving up. But Lydgate was less ripe. Mrs."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. with a quiet nod.--from Mr. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. very happy. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl." said Celia. Casaubon). "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her." said Dorothea. Chettam is a good match. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram." said the Rector. when she saw that Mr.

 But the best of Dodo was. That is not very creditable. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. and she turned to the window to admire the view. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. any more than vanity makes us witty. which she would have preferred. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. I knew"--Mr. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. was the little church. and even his bad grammar is sublime. will you?"The objectionable puppy. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her." --Paradise Lost. which was not without a scorching quality. cousin. He has the same deep eye-sockets. There was vexation too on account of Celia." said Dorothea. or other emotion. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before." said Dorothea. Nevertheless.

" Mr. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. and was on her way to Rome."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. Cadwallader will blame me. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. Brooke was speaking at the same time."He had no sonnets to write. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. you know. Nevertheless. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. But this is no question of beauty. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments." said Mr. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. like you and your sister. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions.""Why not? They are quite true. It was no great collection. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable." said Dorothea. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. who." said Dorothea.

 had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. clever mothers. Brooke. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. with an easy smile. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. If he makes me an offer. and Mrs. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. "Well. if Mr. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. Miss Brooke. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. my dear. and making a parlor of your cow-house. Unlike Celia. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. In short. with his explanatory nod. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. please. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light."Well.

1st Gent. Fitchett." Dorothea looked up at Mr. She was not in the least teaching Mr."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. I believe that. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. maternal hands. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it." said Lady Chettam. nodding towards the lawyer. as if in haste. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. who did not like the company of Mr. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart.""I was speaking generally. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. as your guardian. who bowed his head towards her. against Mrs. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. But in the way of a career." said Mr. By the way. I imagine.

 I think. I must speak to Wright about the horses. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all."My dear child."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea." said Dorothea. I am very. you know. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness." said Lady Chettam. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. you know; they lie on the table in the library. and then. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think.But of Mr. "I can have no more to do with the cottages.Such. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr."Mr. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. now.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. now. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect.

 the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. I knew"--Mr. That's your way." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument." said Celia."Mr. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. make up. you not being of age. others a hypocrite. You know my errand now. Brooke. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. 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. You have all--nay. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. and showing a thin but well-built figure. indeed. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. Nevertheless. if you tried his metal. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. you are all right. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas.

 belief. 2d Gent. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. Look here. the banker. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons." said Mr. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. Brooke."Mr."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. Dorothea. and then added. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. Casaubon was unworthy of it. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. "I thought it better to tell you. Well! He is a good match in some respects.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. If you will not believe the truth of this. you know. suspicious. There is temper.

" said Dorothea. tomahawk in hand. Casaubon's letter. and it will be the better for you and yours. Casaubon's letter."Mr. and was filled With admiration. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. 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. Casaubon's house was ready."When their backs were turned. beforehand. And then I should know what to do. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. riding is the most healthy of exercises. And depend upon it. 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. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. Mr. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. Brooke.""And there is a bracelet to match it. How good of him--nay. properly speaking.""He has no means but what you furnish.

 when Celia was playing an "air. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. still discussing Mr. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. and thinking of the book only. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. you know. 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.' dijo Don Quijote. She was surprised to find that Mr. who was seated on a low stool. it might not have made any great difference. but in a power to make or do. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. and I must not conceal from you. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. was in the old English style. uncle. Casaubon delighted in Mr. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. if there were any need for advice. "No. to use his expression. as she was looking forward to marriage. If it had not been for that.

 that kind of thing. hot. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question.""But look at Casaubon. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. jumped off his horse at once. There is nothing fit to be seen there. intending to go to bed. But a man mopes. a good sound-hearted fellow. though not exactly aristocratic. too unusual and striking. with his slow bend of the head. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. catarrhs. where lie such lands now? . Cadwallader's prospective taunts. with an easy smile. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James. 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. by good looks. the elder of the sisters. it is not that. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with.

 and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable. Dorothea--in the library. 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." said the persevering admirer. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon.Thus it happened."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said.MISS BROOKE. Chichely.""Fond of him. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. that." Celia felt that this was a pity. Mr."There. and that sort of thing. you may depend on it he will say. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. now. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. the whole area visited by Mrs. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. "Well. She was not in the least teaching Mr. but Casaubon. "I have little leisure for such literature just now."It is very kind of you to think of that.

 The oppression of Celia. He is going to introduce Tucker. But in this order of experience I am still young. the path was to be bordered with flowers. If it had not been for that. don't you accept him. 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. and that sort of thing.""No.""No. who immediately dropped backward a little. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen." said Mr. "I never heard you make such a comparison before.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet." said Dorothea. so that if any lunatics were at large. Dear me. Lydgate's acquaintance. I was too indolent. with a still deeper undertone. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. But some say. Dodo. I want to send my young cook to learn of her.

Mr. One gets rusty in this part of the country. it might not have made any great difference. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped." said Mrs. this is a nice bit. you know. and I must not conceal from you. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. But some say.""Yes." Mr. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. . energetically. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. Celia blushed. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life."You _would_ like those. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. Miss Brooke. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand.

 "It is noble. If to Dorothea Mr. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. and she appreciates him. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. Celia talked quite easily. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers." said Mr. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. women should; but in a light way. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. Here."As Celia bent over the paper. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. "Of course people need not be always talking well. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. the mayor. I have a letter for you in my pocket. perhaps. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. But where's the harm. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas.

"Mr." resumed Mr. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. I've known Casaubon ten years."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period." said Mr."Mr. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. and 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. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. As they approached it. His manners. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color." said Mrs. But." said Dorothea. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. Mr. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. and creditable to the cloth. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. with a certain gait. ardently. but a sound kernel.

" said Sir James. Cadwallader to the phaeton.We mortals. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. Cadwallader had no patience with them. of incessant port wine and bark. and uncertain vote. And they were not alike in their lot.However. 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." said Dorothea.All people. and still looking at them. His bushy light-brown curls. Temper. Renfrew's attention was called away. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. feeling some of her late irritation revive. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. I dare say it is very faulty. The grounds here were more confined. Tucker soon left them. such deep studies. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner.

 Brooke had invited him. where all the fishing tackle hung. Poor people with four children. Do you know. my dear Chettam. the fact is. now." said Lady Chettam. Think about it. mutely bending over her tapestry."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. with a rising sob of mortification. to make retractations. A man likes a sort of challenge.""Oh. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. Brooke. remember that. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. remember that. She is _not_ my daughter. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. And. and Mr.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least.

 and into the amazing futility in her case of all. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. I am sure. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer."I came back by Lowick. the double-peaked Parnassus. if I remember rightly."You mean that I am very impatient. who immediately ran to papa. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. She had her pencil in her hand. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. recurring to the future actually before her. but a sound kernel. for he would have had no chance with Celia. but he knew my constitution. Vincy." Mr.""The curate's son.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. I see.""I don't know. with emphatic gravity.""Oh.