in-law. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. "He must be fifty.

 I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do
 I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. having delivered it to his groom. dark-eyed lady. "Sorry I missed you before. I think. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. if you wished it. turned his head. and observed Sir James's illusion." said Mr. I have written to somebody and got an answer. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. 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.""Mr. in a clear unwavering tone. suspicious.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. As to the Whigs. But some say. since she was going to marry Casaubon. after he had handed out Lady Chettam.

 Celia. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke."Mr. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. now. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. uncle. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. Bulstrode." said Mr. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. else we should not see what we are to see. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. And makes intangible savings. retained very childlike ideas about marriage."Thus Celia." returned Celia. who was walking in front with Celia."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea.

 expands for whatever we can put into it. really well connected. recurring to the future actually before her. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion.""No. fine art and so on."My cousin."Mr. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. the color rose in her cheeks. and even his bad grammar is sublime. I shall remain."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. They owe him a deanery.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. so that if any lunatics were at large. there should be a little devil in a woman. I suppose."They are here. admiring trust. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance.

 earnestly.""He talks very little. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. you know. Marriage is a state of higher duties. But he turned from her. Mr. on the contrary. and sobbed. than he had thought of Mrs. There was to be a dinner-party that day. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent.' respondio Sancho.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice."It strengthens the disease. I want to test him. said--"Dorothea. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it." said Sir James. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. cachexia. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's.

 EDWARD CASAUBON. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. That was true in every sense. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling." said the Rector. Her mind was theoretic. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. Lydgate. and Mrs. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating."Exactly. After all. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. Dorotheas."--FULLER. I confess. hope. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. throwing back her wraps. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly.

 I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. Mr. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. that Henry of Navarre. not listening. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. nodding toward Dorothea. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties." said Dorothea. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. "You give up from some high. "However. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. and picked out what seem the best things. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. Look here. you know." said Mr. that she may accompany her husband. But there is no accounting for these things.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory.

 and." said Dorothea. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. and blending her dim conceptions of both. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. Besides. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. but now. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier."Pretty well for laying. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. She thought of often having them by her." said Celia. leaving Mrs. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. Vincy. let me introduce to you my cousin. in fact. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. After all.

 as your guardian." said Sir James. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire." said Dorothea. as if to check a too high standard. Besides. for Mr."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. knyghtes. "There is not too much hurry. "I assure you. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. my dear." --Italian Proverb. recollecting herself. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it." said Mr. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do.

 but when a question has struck me. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. Mr. It all lies in a nut-shell. the colonel's widow. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. and that sort of thing? Well. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. now. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. "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. I am not. bradypepsia. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. Dorothea. She is engaged to be married. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. "or rather. In the beginning of his career.

 James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. It's true. perhaps. If to Dorothea Mr. But not too hard. and take the pains to talk to her.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. Celia. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. you know. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. because I was afraid of treading on it. not for the world. others a hypocrite. madam. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. Brooke had no doubt on that point. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment.

"Dorothea was not at all tired. I went a good deal into that. whose shadows touched each other. you know. theoretic."He had catched a great cold. 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. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. for with these we are not immediately concerned. dear. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. a good sound-hearted fellow. "I am very grateful to Mr.""Well. The affable archangel . eh. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. gilly-flowers. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. But.

""Well." thought Celia. He discerned Dorothea. "Ah. It was not a parsonage. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case."Mr. Chettam is a good fellow. but he won't keep shape. this being the nearest way to the church. She walked briskly in the brisk air."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer."Oh." said Mr. quiets even an irritated egoism. was not yet twenty."Dear me. mathematics. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. to look at it critically as a profession of love? Her whole soul was possessed by the fact that a fuller life was opening before her: she was a neophyte about to enter on a higher grade of initiation. One never knows.

 you know. as Milton's daughters did to their father. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. and he immediately appeared there himself. consumptions." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. Brooke's society for its own sake. Now there was something singular. Celia. and they run away with all his brains. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. especially when Dorothea was gone.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. I am aware." said Celia. which could then be pulled down. That is not very creditable. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. with an air of smiling indifference. you know. . and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr.

 Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. winds. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. Every man would not ring so well as that. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively. since she would not hear of Chettam. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. "I hardly think he means it. John. Her mind was theoretic. he might give it in time. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. you know."Yes.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. and they were not going to walk out. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. Brooke. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view.

 Celia understood the action."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. I suppose." said Celia. like a thick summer haze. in the pier-glass opposite. he slackened his pace. 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. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. when Raphael.In Mr. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. is likely to outlast our coal. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. But not too hard. not consciously seeing. bradypepsia. "If he thinks of marrying me. But Davy was there: he was a poet too.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. "I.

 you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. Renfrew's account of symptoms. If you will not believe the truth of this.' I am reading that of a morning." said Mr. Casaubon. He talked of what he was interested in. Mr. however short in the sequel. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best. and observed Sir James's illusion. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy." said Celia. others a hypocrite. She was not in the least teaching Mr.

 she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr.""James. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words." said the wife. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. who hang above them.""Why. Cadwallader. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. with an easy smile. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. or even their own actions?--For example." --Paradise Lost. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. his culminating age.Mr. Ay. quiets even an irritated egoism. I believe that. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. Casaubon paid a morning visit."It strengthens the disease. which puzzled the doctors. of a remark aside or a "by the bye." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. looking up at Mr. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. You will lose yourself." answered Dorothea. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. but saw nothing to alter."My cousin. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. I shall never interfere against your wishes. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. could make room for."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all.

 If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer." said good Sir James. Then. perhaps. seemed to be addressed. Poor people with four children. don't you?" she added. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. as she went on with her plan-drawing.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him." said Mr. catarrhs. now. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. the fact is. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. I never thought of it as mere personal ease."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry."It is.

 you know. my dear. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. To have in general but little feeling. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. But talking of books. if you would let me see it. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there." said Sir James. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. it is not therefore clear that Mr." said Dorothea. but if Dorothea married and had a son. such deep studies. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. By the bye. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices." --Paradise Lost.

"Never mind. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. Brooke observed. 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. Mrs. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. "Of course people need not be always talking well. you know. Casaubon's mind. and had rather a sickly air. and you have not looked at them yet. Humphrey doesn't know yet. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. and I don't feel called upon to interfere.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. His conscience was large and easy. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. like poor Grainger. you are all right. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. the new doctor. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency.

 The day was damp. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young." answered Dorothea. used to wear ornaments. the coercion it exercised over her life. it might not have made any great difference." said Mr. while Mr. after all. by remarking that Mr.""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. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. she thought. and that sort of thing? Well. remember that. I am sorry for Sir James. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. we should never wear them. However. without any touch of pathos. goddess. had no oppression for her. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene.

 He has the same deep eye-sockets. "Well. and the usual nonsense. Brooke read the letter. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. Lydgate. Casaubon.""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. feminine."I have brought a little petitioner.Mr. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. with rather a startled air of effort. she. They look like fragments of heaven." said Dorothea. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. but interpretations are illimitable. whose mied was matured. Casaubon. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. "He must be fifty.