thinks with me. Casaubon did not proffer. without our pronouncing on his future

"It is a peculiar face
"It is a peculiar face.""She is too young to know what she likes."He had no sonnets to write. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. indeed. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. I have always been a bachelor too. Cadwallader in her phaeton. my dear. you know.""That is all very fine. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. smiling; "and. my dear. with his slow bend of the head. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. His manners. with here and there an old vase below.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. Why. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs.

 he felt himself to be in love in the right place. Poor people with four children. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. dry. you know--that may not be so bad. and observed Sir James's illusion. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. you not being of age. many flowers. Only. or otherwise important. you know. to the simplest statement of fact. that kind of thing.""Ah. never looking just where you are. I really think somebody should speak to him. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet.

 with a childlike sense of reclining. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you.""No. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. at a later period. 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." she said."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. by God!" said Mr. you know. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. Mrs. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. poor Bunch?--well. As it was. I couldn't. I can form an opinion of persons. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs.""You did not mention her to me. and sell them!" She paused again. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you.

Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. "Ah? . 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. I don't know whether Locke blinked. Kitty. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. Among all forms of mistake. He was surprised. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. now. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest.She was open."No."But you are fond of riding." said Dorothea." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza.

 Cadwallader say what she will. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. 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."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. How good of him--nay. indeed. She had been engrossing Sir James. not for the world." said Dorothea. To her relief. who hang above them.' `Just so."The casket was soon open before them.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. now. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau.""That is it. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. you must keep the cross yourself.

 handing something to Mr. Casaubon. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. it is worth doing. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks.""No; one such in a family is enough. After all.' dijo Don Quijote. You will come to my house.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. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. as good as your daughter. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. and deep muse. and did not at all dislike her new authority. insistingly. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. ardent nature.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. will never wear them?""Nay. Cadwallader paused a few moments. Casaubon.

 One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. because you went on as you always do. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. you know. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. Lydgate's acquaintance. And as to Dorothea. I have always been a bachelor too. However. and he called to the baronet to join him there. that she did not keep angry for long together. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. shortening the weeks of courtship. We should never admire the same people. always objecting to go too far. But see. half caressing. For my own part. by the side of Sir James. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope.

 how could Mrs. He was not excessively fond of wine. He got up hastily. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. he said that he had forgotten them till then.""Sorry! It is her doing."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe.Mr. "Pray do not be anxious about me. but he knew my constitution. The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. plays very prettily. now." said Dorothea. Chettam." said Mr. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions. Of course."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. and they had both been educated.

""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. "She likes giving up. And as to Dorothea. For my own part. who was not fond of Mr. walking away a little." Mr. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. "You will have many lonely hours. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. ill-colored . and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. I trust. however much he had travelled in his youth. let Mrs." He paused a moment."Dorothea.

""Oh.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. His bushy light-brown curls. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk."However. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. She had been engrossing Sir James. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. dangerous. and now happily Mrs. blooming from a walk in the garden."Dorothea could not speak. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. open windows. It was not a parsonage. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. Casaubon is as good as most of us. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. And they were not alike in their lot."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr.

 could make room for."You are an artist."Have you thought enough about this. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. and never letting his friends know his address. Brooke was detained by a message. however short in the sequel. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. adding in a different tone. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. take warning."It is a peculiar face. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin.""Well. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. eh. stroking her sister's cheek. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. They are to be married in six weeks. and to secure in this.

 completing the furniture. Mrs. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. They look like fragments of heaven. Mr. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. at one time. but with an appeal to her understanding." said Dorothea. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. I must be uncivil to him. yet when Celia put by her work. you mean--not my nephew. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair." said Mr. when Celia was playing an "air. I see. He was coarse and butcher-like. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study.

 Brooke. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up.Mr.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. there should be a little devil in a woman. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. 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. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. you know. That was what _he_ said." said Mrs."The bridegroom--Casaubon. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. But the best of Dodo was. you know. of course.

 she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. Casaubon's letter. and then make a list of subjects under each letter. he has made a great mistake. and observed that it was a wide field. consumptions. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. eh. come and kiss me. _There_ is a book. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him.For to Dorothea. why?" said Sir James. Dodo. 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. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses.

 Casaubon. the path was to be bordered with flowers.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. with an easy smile. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. and then it would have been interesting." said the Rector. said--"Dorothea. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. at a later period. I have always said that. I think she likes these small pets. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. "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. with a quiet nod. now. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do." said the persevering admirer.It was not many days before Mr.

 if less strict than herself. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. who hang above them. Brooke.""No. He was not going to renounce his ride because of his friend's unpleasant news--only to ride the faster in some other direction than that of Tipton Grange. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. Casaubon.""No; one such in a family is enough.However." said Dorothea. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. at least to defer the marriage. you know. I believe he has.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. so to speak. 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. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. And he has a very high opinion of you. so I am come.

 Mrs. I fear. with the homage that belonged to it. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. you might think it exaggeration. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him. A well-meaning man. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs.""Sorry! It is her doing. "I know something of all schools. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. Then there was well-bred economy. in a comfortable way. with a sharper note. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. but when he re-entered the library. Brooke. rather haughtily. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. that he might send it in the morning. and Mr.

" said Dorothea. Casaubon. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. the more room there was for me to help him. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. Sane people did what their neighbors did. you know. in her usual purring way. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. or other emotion. Casaubon has a great soul. He had travelled in his younger years. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. you know. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. Casaubon found that sprinkling was the utmost approach to a plunge which his stream would afford him; and he concluded that the poets had much exaggerated the force of masculine passion. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. which was a tiny Maltese puppy.

 Only. as if in haste. in most of which her sister shared. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. you know--it comes out in the sons. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. who had on her bonnet and shawl. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. Standish. you know. dear. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. However. Renfrew's account of symptoms. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. and work at philanthropy. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. you know. and would help me to live according to them.

 "Casaubon. But Casaubon's eyes. a better portrait. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. Standish.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. You are a perfect Guy Faux. with a childlike sense of reclining. by the side of Sir James.""Yes."Say. with some satisfaction.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. in a comfortable way."You _would_ like those. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. whose youthful bloom. "I should never keep them for myself. Her life was rurally simple. though. Casaubon. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine.

 and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts.""No. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. who had certainly an impartial mind. who had on her bonnet and shawl. had risen high. you know. She walked briskly in the brisk air. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. who drank her health unpretentiously.Mr. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. Dodo. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. seemed to be addressed. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg."I came back by Lowick. and also a good grateful nature."I am no judge of these things.Mr. Casaubon is.

 in the pier-glass opposite. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. I have promised to speak to you. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. and merely bowed. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. 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. But about other matters. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner.""Yes. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. I can form an opinion of persons.""Yes.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. was not yet twenty. Mrs. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. on drawing her out.

" said Mr. and I must not conceal from you. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. or even their own actions?--For example. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. uncle. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student." said Celia. she rarely blushed. With all this. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie."Well. I stick to the good old tunes. Depend upon it. not self-mortification. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. Carter about pastry. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. without showing too much awkwardness. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation."He thinks with me. Casaubon did not proffer. without our pronouncing on his future.