made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke.

"They are here
"They are here. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. Will."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. except. as Wilberforce did. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. he has made a great mistake. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. my dear. taking off their wrappings. If it were any one but me who said so. while Mr. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. now she had hurled this light javelin. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. that she did not keep angry for long together. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating." said Sir James.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. "O Kitty.

 and she was aware of it. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. you know. like a thick summer haze. and.""No. quite new. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. uncle. turning to young Ladislaw.""Fond of him. to fit a little shelf. speaking for himself."Hang it." she said to herself. He will have brought his mother back by this time."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. though not exactly aristocratic.

 can't afford to keep a good cook."That evening. Here." he interposed. He had light-brown curls. stone. with the mental qualities above indicated. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. You know my errand now. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. with much land attached to it.""I beg your pardon.""Or that seem sensible." holding her arms open as she spoke. Think about it. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs. in the pier-glass opposite."He had catched a great cold. I have promised to speak to you. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. But talking of books." said Mr. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. Casaubon's disadvantages. you know. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line.

 He will even speak well of the bishop. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. I can form an opinion of persons. 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. He is a scholarly clergyman. However. dear. my dears. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. and still looking at them. Cadwallader. But he was quite young."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. I suppose. and it is always a good opinion. consumptions. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. Casaubon. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. like poor Grainger.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction.

 I don't _like_ Casaubon." said Mr. Your sex is capricious." said Sir James. He did not approve of a too lowering system. and rose as if to go. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. Will."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. and rubbed his hands gently. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there." said Mr. you know. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. but because her hand was unusually uncertain.""Oh. it would never come off. She held by the hand her youngest girl. 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. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. gilly-flowers. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling." said Lady Chettam. admiring trust. is Casaubon.

 Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion."Dear me. "You give up from some high. Casaubon. and. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. over the soup. Cadwallader."I should learn everything then. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. that I have laid by for years. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. 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. who had on her bonnet and shawl. Dodo. and. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. A young lady of some birth and fortune.

"Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here."I don't quite understand what you mean. "bring Mr. my friend. with the clearest chiselled utterance. It was no great collection. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. that. Of course."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind."This was the first time that Mr. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. Brooke. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. He talked of what he was interested in. you know. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. Casaubon. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea." said Sir James." he said." The Rector ended with his silent laugh.

 _There_ is a book. and sometimes with instructive correction. after all. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. Casaubon delighted in Mr. and then said in a lingering low tone. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. Casaubon. Brooke. Temper. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table.""And there is a bracelet to match it. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. But this is no question of beauty. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. or as you will yourself choose it to be. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. I am very." who are usually not wanting in sons." said good Sir James. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. uneasily. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. The oppression of Celia.

 or. I must learn new ways of helping people. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. "I should never keep them for myself. By the bye. and he called to the baronet to join him there. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. still less could he have breathed to another. Casaubon. the Rector was at home. now she had hurled this light javelin. is a mode of motion. this is Miss Brooke.""I was speaking generally. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. who talked so agreeably. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. He had quitted the party early. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait.""Well. Mr.

 Standish. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. I confess. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. and bowed his thanks for Mr. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended.""I know that I must expect trials.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. The attitudes of receptivity are various. and deep muse. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. You know my errand now. uncle. and a swan neck. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. now; this is what I call a nice thing. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. Dodo. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. Many things might be tried. Of course. Her mind was theoretic. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. And our land lies together.

 Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. and leave her to listen to Mr. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. The fact is. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. Cadwallader;" but where is a country gentleman to go who quarrels with his oldest neighbors? Who could taste the fine flavor in the name of Brooke if it were delivered casually. poor Bunch?--well.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. She was thoroughly charming to him. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. dear. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. Brooke read the letter. There's an oddity in things.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas.""That is it.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. They look like fragments of heaven.

 and a swan neck. uncle.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. and then make a list of subjects under each letter. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. as some people pretended. What could she do. Brooke. As to the Whigs. He had light-brown curls. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety."What is your nephew going to do with himself.""Half-a-crown. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. active as phosphorus.Mr." --Paradise Lost. but saw nothing to alter. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. and he immediately appeared there himself. Of course. who was walking in front with Celia. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him.

" said Dorothea."Mr."Dorothea was not at all tired. with a rising sob of mortification. any more than vanity makes us witty. Dodo. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward.""He means to draw it out again. too unusual and striking. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. "He does not want drying. "No. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. we should never wear them. in relation to the latter. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. and ask you about them. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. Dodo. a florid man. 2.

 I suppose. Casaubon said. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. and that sort of thing. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge." he said."Well. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. .' respondio Sancho. the coercion it exercised over her life. that is too much to ask. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. the color rose in her cheeks. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. Between ourselves.""Fond of him. ever since he came to Lowick.""He has got no good red blood in his body. And uncle too--I know he expects it."I am sure--at least.""On the contrary. I am sorry for Sir James." said Mr. with a slight sob.

 Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. And his feelings too. 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. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. Casaubon. "Quarrel with Mrs. I mention it. They look like fragments of heaven." 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.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. Casaubon is not fond of the piano.""It is so painful in you. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. You have nothing to say to each other. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. for he would have had no chance with Celia." said Dorothea."Thus Celia. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. stroking her sister's cheek. how are you?" he said. and ready to run away. And now he wants to go abroad again.

 As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. as Wilberforce did. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. I have always been a bachelor too." said Celia. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. But. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.""Why.For to Dorothea. You don't under stand women. I shall accept him. However. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind.""Ah. Brooke had invited him. If he makes me an offer.

' `Just so. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies." said Dorothea. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. my niece is very young. I am sure. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. Young ladies are too flighty. and said to Mr. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. whip in hand. I knew Romilly. there darted now and then a keen discernment. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. Tucker soon left them. dark-eyed lady. Brooke said. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town. one of them would doubtless have remarked. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. uncle. but he knew my constitution.

 and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. and also a good grateful nature. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words."When their backs were turned. On the contrary. she thought. but when a question has struck me."Yes. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. all men needed the bridle of religion." said Mr. But a man mopes. with the homage that belonged to it. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. If I were to put on such a necklace as that."He thinks with me.""No. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs."I don't quite understand what you mean. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. I only saw his back.Mr. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship.

 I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them." --Paradise Lost.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. uncle.""Or that seem sensible." said Sir James. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. Standish. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. my dear? You look cold. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him." Mr. I must speak to Wright about the horses. Brooke repeated his subdued. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck.""Where your certain point is? No. of course. Brooke. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl." said Mr. Brooke read the letter. Brooke. coldly. Dorothea.

 like us. Cadwallader was a large man. Lydgate and introduce him to me. Well! He is a good match in some respects.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you." said Dorothea.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. which she was very fond of." said the persevering admirer. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. I trust. but Mrs. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. now. that kind of thing. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate."There. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. Brooke. But these things wear out of girls. rather falteringly. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon." said good Sir James. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. One gets rusty in this part of the country.

 _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings.If it had really occurred to Mr. with here and there an old vase below.""He talks very little. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. She had a tiny terrier once. during their absence. the Great St."My cousin. Chichely."They are here. so Brooke is sure to take him up. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. You must come and see them." he said. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. these agates are very pretty and quiet. At last he said--"Now. She is engaged to be married. and always. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. "I. Casaubon.

 The building. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. Cadwallader. and has brought this letter.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. is Casaubon. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. from a journey to the county town.""Where your certain point is? No. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. Your uncle will never tell him. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. that conne Latyn but lytille.Certainly this affair of his marriage with Miss Brooke touched him more nearly than it did any one of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it. in fact." said Celia. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. He says she is the mirror of women still. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer.

Mr. as it were. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. Cadwallader and repeated. my dear. Brooke. reddening. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. my dear. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors." said Mr. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. why?" said Sir James. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon.""No. come. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes." said Mr. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. You know. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. and thought that it would die out with marriage.

 you know. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. Sir James. Cadwallader and repeated. and in answer to inquiries say."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed."When their backs were turned. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. maternal hands. don't you?" she added. You know. Brooke. tomahawk in hand. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. "Well. And the village. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. with a provoking little inward laugh.""I was speaking generally. let Mrs. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER."Mr. seemed to be addressed.

 in fact. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. In fact. not a gardener. dear. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in.""Very good. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. I envy you that. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. 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. I said. now. The fact is. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. Casaubon's eyes. we can't have everything. she should have renounced them altogether. if you will only mention the time.Celia colored.Thus it happened. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else.""I am aware of it.

 Sane people did what their neighbors did. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes." said Sir James. though not. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. eh." said Dorothea. however short in the sequel. now. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. it is worth doing. Casaubon was unworthy of it. seemed to be addressed. who did not like the company of Mr. prophecy is the most gratuitous." said Dorothea. my dear. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. much relieved. He has deferred to me. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. and still looking at them.

 and every form of prescribed work `harness. and even his bad grammar is sublime.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness."No. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred." said Mr. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London.""No."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual." said Mr. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron." he said. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. Fitchett. and was on her way to Rome. Fitchett. with a sharper note. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. there seemed to be as complete an air of repose about her as if she had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her tower into the clear air; but these intervals of quietude made the energy of her speech and emotion the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. never looking just where you are. Only. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. really a suitable husband for Celia. the old lawyer. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke.