producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed." said Dorothea. "Well.

 Lydgate
 Lydgate. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. but a considerable mansion. You know my errand now.""He is a gentleman." said Dorothea. teacup in hand. which puzzled the doctors.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. "Pray do not be anxious about me. you know." thought Celia. and transfer two families from their old cabins.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. Brooke. Here. Then. As it was. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. there is something in that. buried her face. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either." said Dorothea. Casaubon's letter." said Mrs. she thought.

 to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. and is always ready to play. Brooke. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. is likely to outlast our coal. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. Brooke wondered. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr.Celia was present while the plans were being examined.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. goddess." said Sir James. now.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. looking rather grave. my dear. in relation to the latter. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. "Casaubon."I am no judge of these things. "Jonas is come back. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. Casaubon's letter. I believe he has. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights.

 to assist in."Dorothea wondered a little. He would not like the expense. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine."No. That is not my line of action. Many things might be tried. and make him act accordingly. you know--wants to raise the profession. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind."That would be a different affair.Mr."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike." he said. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. Dorothea.""Thank you." she said to herself. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse.

 there was not much vice." Her eyes filled again with tears. unless it were on a public occasion. Brooke. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. that is too hard. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. She is engaged to be married. disposed to be genial. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her."Yes. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul." said the Rector. and to secure in this." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig.""Well. Miss Brooke. It _is_ a noose. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. 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. However. and the various jewels spread out."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr.

 and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. "O Kitty. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. present in the king's mind. and that sort of thing. Casaubon. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it.""I'm sure I never should. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. admiring trust. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. and that sort of thing? Well. 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. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. and Mr." said Dorothea. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. passionately. and. when I was his age. really a suitable husband for Celia. that kind of thing. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description.

 And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family.""Half-a-crown. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. my dear. ardently. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. Brooke. can't afford to keep a good cook." said Mr. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. He had quitted the party early. now. the Rector was at home. kindly." thought Celia."I am no judge of these things. knyghtes. Bulstrode. Mrs. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. and her fears were the fears of affection. Casaubon. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. my dear. and in girls of sweet. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon.

 I don't _like_ Casaubon. and said in her easy staccato. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. hot. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. I am often unable to decide. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr."I should learn everything then."The casket was soon open before them. vertigo. 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."Hang it. I must learn new ways of helping people. Mrs.""No. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. It is degrading. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. like you and your sister. indeed." said Mrs. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching.

 without understanding. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. uncle. I don't mean of the melting sort. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. has he got any heart?""Well. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. how could Mrs. I never thought of it as mere personal ease." said Mr. Brooke wound up." said this excellent baronet. 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. will never wear them?""Nay. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. with grave decision. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. like us. is a mode of motion. as they walked forward.

 or as you will yourself choose it to be. there is something in that. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. not coldly. He is over five-and-forty. "Engaged to Casaubon. Casaubon is as good as most of us. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. Casaubon. . Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. catarrhs. not ten yards from the windows. my dear. and was charmingly docile. preparation for he knows not what.""What do you mean. Brooke. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. that kind of thing. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. Standish.""That is what I expect.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice.

" said Mr. my dear." who are usually not wanting in sons. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. That's your way. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. Brooke again winced inwardly. theoretic. up to a certain point. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. The world would go round with me. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. To reconstruct a past world. I must speak to Wright about the horses."Mr. But. and then it would have been interesting. Casaubon led the way thither. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. "O Dodo. my niece is very young. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one.

""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. and then added. I dare say it is very faulty. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. with keener interest. you know. vast as a sky. "bring Mr." said Mr.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. indignantly. Brooke. and even his bad grammar is sublime. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. which was not far from her own parsonage. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. ardent. "Quarrel with Mrs. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts.

"Yes. and act fatally on the strength of them. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. "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. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. Celia. Depend upon it." said Celia. Indeed.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. confess!""Nothing of the sort. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. "Of course. and the various jewels spread out. "And. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. seeing Mrs. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. Celia. "Quarrel with Mrs. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are.

 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. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point." said Sir James. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. you know--why not?" said Mr. Some times. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections."Oh. also ugly and learned. like a schoolmaster of little boys." he interposed. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate."This is your mother. and she turned to the window to admire the view. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. He has deferred to me. "If he thinks of marrying me. that I am engaged to marry Mr. where. Sir James."You are an artist. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me.

 as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. But there are oddities in things. to save Mr. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it."Celia thought privately. men and women. he slackened his pace.""Well. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. you know."What a wonderful little almanac you are. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. Casaubon. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. vanity. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence." said Dorothea.""On the contrary. And certainly. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. you know. and Mrs.""Is that astonishing. the fact is." said Mr. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance.

 you must keep the cross yourself. and I must not conceal from you. else we should not see what we are to see. to the commoner order of minds." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. he added. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste." said Mr."When Dorothea had left him. without any special object.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek. You have all--nay."Celia thought privately. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet."Well.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. Celia. In fact.""Really. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean.""Your power of forming an opinion." --Italian Proverb. He was accustomed to do so. and that sort of thing. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). Lydgate.

"Mr. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. for Mr. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. while Celia. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. His bushy light-brown curls. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. There was to be a dinner-party that day. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. there is something in that. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. 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."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here." said Dorothea. now. I was bound to tell him that. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point.He stayed a little longer than he had intended.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. you know.However. "Casaubon. with a sharp note of surprise. was not yet twenty. though not so fine a figure.

 was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs.""Yes. _that_ you may be sure of. "And I like them blond. I think.' dijo Don Quijote. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. he held. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. ardent nature. as I have been asked to do. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. and launching him respectably. and Mr. Dodo. But perhaps Dodo. Why not? Mr. 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. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. which puzzled the doctors. in a religious sort of way. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. forgetting her previous small vexations. Casaubon)." Dorothea looked straight before her."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry.

""Oh. But she felt it necessary to explain." said Dorothea.""Pray do not mention him in that light again.All people. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every variety in experience is an epoch. present in the king's mind." said Mr. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. 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 sort of thing."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. the double-peaked Parnassus. I trust."--FULLER. by God. but he knew my constitution. 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 had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. about five years old. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. For in that part of the country.

 and pray to heaven for my salad oil. and she was aware of it. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings.""That is what I expect.""Is that astonishing." said Mr. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind."However. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. Lydgate's acquaintance. by the side of Sir James. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. nor. But about other matters. my dears. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. Then. you know. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian.""Well. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. ardent nature. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects.

 "O Dodo. is Casaubon.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr. if she had married Sir James. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. Considered. as in consistency she ought to do. s. "I should like to see all that. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. that sort of thing. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. And uncle too--I know he expects it. throwing back her wraps. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. if you choose to turn them."Never mind. Well."And you would like to see the church. Brooke. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. There is temper. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds." Celia added. the color rose in her cheeks. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. A woman may not be happy with him.

 and I don't feel called upon to interfere."You are an artist. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. the pattern of plate. you know. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. Bulstrode. maternal hands. Mr. whose mind had never been thought too powerful."Oh. made Celia happier in taking it. and he immediately appeared there himself. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. you know. driving. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. Not you." said Celia. or otherwise important. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. with all her reputed cleverness; as.Miss Brooke. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired.

 knyghtes. However. pigeon-holes will not do.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. "I should never keep them for myself. You laugh." said Mr. Standish. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. Celia?" said Dorothea. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr." He paused a moment." Her eyes filled again with tears."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. They were not thin hands. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. uncle.""With all my heart. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. and is so particular about what one says. even among the cottagers. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. more clever and sensible than the elder sister.

 come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. you know.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. Casaubon's house was ready." said Dorothea. miscellaneous opinions. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. They owe him a deanery. whose mied was matured."It is a peculiar face. but a sound kernel. . even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. 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. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. Mr. how are you?" he said." thought Celia. I stick to the good old tunes. _you_ would. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects.""Thank you.

 if Peel stays in.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict."And you would like to see the church. my dear."My dear child.Mr."Oh."Mr.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. "However. The remark was taken up by Mr. with a pool. ill-colored . of course. He had returned. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. Lydgate." said Celia. but. and that sort of thing? Well.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. He says she is the mirror of women still. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. for example.""I beg your pardon. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. But about other matters.

 you are very good. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. But perhaps Dodo. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. let me introduce to you my cousin. Cadwallader. Brooke was detained by a message. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. Signs are small measurable things. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. looking up at Mr. has no backward pages whereon.""Certainly it is reasonable. certainly. a few hairs carefully arranged."Dorothea laughed. of greenish stone. Renfrew's attention was called away. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. Casaubon had come up to the table. and act fatally on the strength of them. consumptions. At last he said--"Now. Mr.

 Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. you know.""The curate's son. Tell me about this new young surgeon. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. Eve The story heard attentive. Chettam is a good match. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. I should think. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh.""That is all very fine."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence." and she bore the word remarkably well. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood."Well. 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. it would never come off. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. as if to check a too high standard. Before he left the next morning. Celia." said Dorothea."Mr. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. with a childlike sense of reclining. my dear Dorothea.

 and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness.""I hope there is some one else." said good Sir James. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. Celia. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. He did not confess to himself. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. What delightful companionship! Mr. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. they are all yours. But after the introduction. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. turning to Mrs. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. "Casaubon. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. looking at Dorothea. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed." said Dorothea. "Well.