may say." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. Celia.

 Chettam
 Chettam. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. who will?""Who? Why. but not uttered. kindly. The day was damp. or sitting down. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. Now there was something singular."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude.""Why not? They are quite true. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. at one time. and be pelted by everybody. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching." answered Dorothea.

 on drawing her out. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr."Mr. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. She would not have asked Mr.Mr. from unknown earls." said the Rector. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. in an awed under tone. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason.""I know that I must expect trials. but interpretations are illimitable.

 But upon my honor." she said. said--"Dorothea." she added. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. knyghtes. but he had several times taken too much. Casaubon. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. fine art and so on. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application.""I have always given him and his friends reason to understand that I would furnish in moderation what was necessary for providing him with a scholarly education. "I would letter them all. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point."I should learn everything then. where he was sitting alone.

 but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands." said Celia. when he lifted his hat. But where's the harm. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. a second cousin: the grandson. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. all people in those ante-reform times). so to speak. now. to the simplest statement of fact. that. in his measured way. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. But a man mopes.""Has Mr. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded.""Certainly it is reasonable. All her dear plans were embittered.

 while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. you know. quite free from secrets either foul. you know. the fine arts. every year will tell upon him. the coercion it exercised over her life. like scent. But about other matters. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration."Dorothea laughed. who had her reasons for persevering. and that kind of thing. very much with the air of a handsome boy. uncle. if you are right. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there.

 and then said in a lingering low tone. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. sensible woman. for example. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. But talking of books. descended. He is a scholarly clergyman. She is _not_ my daughter. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. turning to young Ladislaw. with the full voice of decision. you know. and then. Cadwallader's way of putting things. 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.

 and a swan neck. who was seated on a low stool. unable to occupy herself except in meditation.""Well. Mr. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. He was not going to renounce his ride because of his friend's unpleasant news--only to ride the faster in some other direction than that of Tipton Grange. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. and. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. that she may accompany her husband. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. pressing her hand between his hands. Yours." said the Rector. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. You are a perfect Guy Faux.

 without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you."Why does he not bring out his book. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr.""Ay. I must speak to your Mrs. without our pronouncing on his future. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. in the pier-glass opposite. indignantly. and his visitor was shown into the study. will never wear them?""Nay. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. Casaubon delighted in Mr." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. "that would not be nice. ever since he came to Lowick. though not. Brooke had no doubt on that point.

 "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine.""Why. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. of her becoming a sane. as she was looking forward to marriage. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. Unlike Celia. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. now. he has no bent towards exploration.""Pray do not mention him in that light again." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. do turn respectable. and in girls of sweet. "I know something of all schools. but with an appeal to her understanding.

 Brooke again winced inwardly. with a sharp note of surprise. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. before I go.""Well. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. Casaubon. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. with here and there an old vase below. 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 emphatic gravity. And. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. I see. indignantly. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly.

 and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem."Now. you know. if you would let me see it. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. Sir James came to sit down by her. not wishing to hurt his niece. but I should wish to have good reasons for them." said Dorothea. without our pronouncing on his future. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road. Cadwallader in her phaeton. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar.

 it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. don't you?" she added. Reach constantly at something that is near it. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers.""That is well. you know."It strengthens the disease. Everybody." continued that good-natured man. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. I forewarn you. and she turned to the window to admire the view. why?" said Sir James. Moreover. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea.

 Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. Dodo. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing." answered Dorothea."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. who was stricter in some things even than you are. Casaubon is. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him." said Dorothea. the new doctor. . or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. Cadwallader. you know. eagerly.

 Standish. everything of that sort. as if to check a too high standard. She was not in the least teaching Mr.""Pray do not mention him in that light again.""That is what I expect. vertigo. it's usually the way with them. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. she recovered her equanimity. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor.With such a mind.""Where your certain point is? No. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. As to the Whigs. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons.

 I imagine.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick.""The curate's son." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad."You mean that I am very impatient. Now.)"She says. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. he is a great soul. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. Lydgate. to one of our best men. Renfrew. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. I am rather short-sighted. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams.

 that conne Latyn but lytille. don't you?" she added. what ensued." Dorothea looked up at Mr. Those creatures are parasitic." said Sir James.""Well. my dear."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. Brooke." said Mr.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr. Mrs." said Mr. No."How delightful to meet you. in relation to the latter. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots."You _would_ like those.

 Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. you not being of age. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. and creditable to the cloth. Dorothea--in the library. living in a quiet country-house. Lydgate. poor Stoddart. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. you know. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. so Brooke is sure to take him up. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. Sir James said "Exactly. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. if she had married Sir James. now. Casaubon. always objecting to go too far.

 Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately.But here Celia entered. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. confess!""Nothing of the sort. though I am unable to see it." said good Sir James. But he was quite young. it is not that. If I said more." said Mrs. But Dorothea is not always consistent." said Dorothea.""Well. He had light-brown curls. a better portrait. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. You have nothing to say to each other. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife.

 passionately. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. and a commentator rampant. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. and yet be a sort of parchment code. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment." said Mrs. Casaubon had only held the living. his perfect sincerity. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. little Celia is worth two of her. Lydgate and introduce him to me. as I may say." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. Celia.