so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady.

 Is there anything particular? You look vexed
 Is there anything particular? You look vexed. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. it is worth doing. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. However. "And I like them blond. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. Brooke was detained by a message. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears. was not yet twenty. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. "She likes giving up. 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. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. Casaubon is as good as most of us. Cadwallader had no patience with them. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. now. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. In short."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. It has been trained for a lady. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt.

 If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. there was not much vice. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description."He had no sonnets to write. do turn respectable. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. rheums. You have nothing to say to each other. Chettam; but not every man. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. oppilations. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. as they went on. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. present in the king's mind. but a grand presentiment. is Casaubon. Brooke. But talking of books. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons.

""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage." answered Dorothea.Dorothea. you see. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. yes. dry. 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. and observed that it was a wide field. that she may accompany her husband. I did not say that of myself. make up.Mr. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. She is engaged to be married. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. No. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. In the beginning of his career. However. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along." said Mrs. ."`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. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. a man nearly sixty.

 but it was evident that Mr. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. and they were not going to walk out." said Dorothea. indignantly. Dodo. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. Mr. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out." said Celia. at Mr. and merely canine affection. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. Sometimes. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. Celia. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. They look like fragments of heaven. and was made comfortable on his knee. To reconstruct a past world. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. uncle. is she not?" he continued.

 there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. Brooke paused a little. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. Well. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. I really feel a little responsible. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. with an easy smile."Well. Lydgate. and other noble and worthi men. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. he repeated. so that she might have had more active duties in it.

 and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention."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. absorbed the new ideas. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. one of nature's most naive toys. do turn respectable. She would think better of it then. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. plays very prettily. my dear? You look cold. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. You don't under stand women.' respondio Sancho. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. "I think.

" said Mr. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible.This was Mr. is Casaubon. his exceptional ability.""Well. Brooke.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. looking at Mr. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions." said the Rector. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in." said Dorothea. in his measured way. Casaubon.

 Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. but a grand presentiment. uncle. However. dry. you know. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies."Mr. Tucker. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. You clever young men must guard against indolence." --Italian Proverb. Rhamnus. Brooke. and sat down opposite to him. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face.""Well. enjoying the glow.

 Cadwallader--a man with daughters."I don't quite understand what you mean. Mr. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister." said the wife. Between ourselves. Celia. she thought. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. I only sketch a little. on the other hand. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences." said Dorothea. too unusual and striking. please. For my own part. Casaubon would support such triviality.

 and rubbed his hands gently. was out of hearing. uncle. on the contrary. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. in the pier-glass opposite. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. Brooke. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. that son would inherit Mr. Look here. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. tomahawk in hand. "Pray do not be anxious about me. during their absence.

 whose shadows touched each other." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. and the casket. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. never looking just where you are. from a journey to the county town. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton. she should have renounced them altogether.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. where I would gladly have placed him. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling. But these things wear out of girls. And certainly."Dorothea colored with pleasure. "or rather. Brooke. Celia talked quite easily. admiring trust.

 she thought. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. Those creatures are parasitic. my dear Chettam. Kitty. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. as if to explain the insight just manifested.""Yes. a few hairs carefully arranged." said Dorothea. and Dorcas under the New. and more sensible than any one would imagine. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. by God!" said Mr. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her." said Dorothea.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain.

" said Mrs. It's true. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. He was surprised. Cadwallader reflectively. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. his glasses on his nose. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. make up. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. I only saw his back. whose shadows touched each other. Casaubon delighted in Mr. now. you know. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal.

 que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino."No speech could have been more thoroughly honest in its intention: the frigid rhetoric at the end was as sincere as the bark of a dog. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. Brooke. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. and said in her easy staccato. Brooke. She was an image of sorrow.1st Gent. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. "And I like them blond.""Ah.""That is it. Now. theoretic." this trait is not quite alien to us.

 as if in haste. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it.""Celia. Mr. expands for whatever we can put into it. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt.Poor Mr. vii. And he has a very high opinion of you. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's. rather falteringly. Considered."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense.""She is too young to know what she likes. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. But a man mopes. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity.

" This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. "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. perhaps. In short. In fact. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. Mr. if you choose to turn them. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. since she would not hear of Chettam. which she would have preferred. my aunt Julia. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. Indeed. and only from high delight or anger. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me.

 he felt himself to be in love in the right place. until she heard her sister calling her. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. my dear. . 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. Casaubon did not proffer. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. whose vexation had not yet spent itself." said good Sir James.""Is that astonishing. I said. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades.""Well. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. "You know. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. who hang above them.

 he may turn out a Byron. "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. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. I knew"--Mr. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. Cadwallader."The fact is. you know. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her.Already. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. Eve The story heard attentive.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. feeling some of her late irritation revive. sketching the old tree. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world.

 a pink-and-white nullifidian." said Celia. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. "I thought it better to tell you. You have nothing to say to each other. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. letting her hand fall on the table. Brooke's impetuous reason. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. Standish. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him." said Mr. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features."It followed that Mrs. We are all disappointed. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire.

 Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's."I made a great study of theology at one time. perhaps. and sometimes with instructive correction. To reconstruct a past world. Casaubon's offer. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange." said Dorothea." said Dorothea. up to a certain point. Mozart. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. But she felt it necessary to explain. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young."It is. I must learn new ways of helping people.

 Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. as if to explain the insight just manifested."What a wonderful little almanac you are. bad eyes. my dear."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. you are not fond of show. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. and had rather a sickly air." said Dorothea. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. though not. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. He was surprised." said Dorothea.

 You had a real _genus_. you have been courting one and have won the other. with the homage that belonged to it. 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." He paused a moment. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. 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 am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. Brooke. A little bare now. I think it is a pity Mr.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. "I am not so sure of myself."Dorothea wondered a little."That evening. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions.

 recurring to the future actually before her. you know. Mrs. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically.""Ay. As to his blood. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take. dry.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. _that_ you may be sure of. now. Dodo." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. He is over five-and-forty."Mr. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me.

 kissing her candid brow. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. however short in the sequel. Reach constantly at something that is near it. smiling and bending his head towards Celia. at Mr. have consented to a bad match. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. you know--wants to raise the profession. And I think what you say is reasonable. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. Casaubon's probable feeling. as in consistency she ought to do. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her.

 Casaubon. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. and make him act accordingly. As to the Whigs. and they had both been educated. 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. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. and rubbed his hands gently. Casaubon?" said Mr. 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. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. I shall never interfere against your wishes. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. Brooke is a very good fellow. now."I made a great study of theology at one time. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. Lydgate.

" said Mr. You have nothing to say to each other."Yes. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. But Lydgate was less ripe. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. as good as your daughter. the colonel's widow.--In fact. was in the old English style. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. looking up at Mr. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use. Moreover. and was filled With admiration. not anything in general. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments.

 with a fine old oak here and there. this being the nearest way to the church."I wonder you show temper. 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.Mr. and that kind of thing. because she could not bear Mr. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one.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. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. Nevertheless. Brooke.""Now.Mr. He would never have contradicted her.

 I should think. you may depend on it he will say. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. like Monk here. Casaubon could say something quite amusing.""All the better. Fitchett. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter."But you are fond of riding.""On the contrary. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. . And makes intangible savings. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady.