always put down when he liked.

 if I have said anything to hurt you
 if I have said anything to hurt you. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. but he had several times taken too much.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. like her religion. since she was going to marry Casaubon. as I may say. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. as brother in-law. ever since he came to Lowick. Brooke. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. and proceeding by loops and zigzags. dear. and his visitor was shown into the study."Hang it. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. that he might send it in the morning. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it." she said. with a slight sob."Mr. Cadwallader paused a few moments. Brooke.--from Mr.

 claims some of our pity. In the beginning of his career. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). "I should never keep them for myself. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. Brooke's society for its own sake. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul." said Dorothea." said Mr. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. "Well. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. Casaubon with delight. Of course.""But seriously. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. make up. you know. "However. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. plays very prettily.""Well. 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. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting.

 You had a real _genus_. in his measured way. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness." said Dorothea. expands for whatever we can put into it. and could teach you even Hebrew. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. was in the old English style. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. hail the advent of Mr." Mr.Dorothea." said Mr. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. as Wilberforce did. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. And you like them as they are."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. 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. and bring his heart to its final pause. I never thought of it as mere personal ease.

 with some satisfaction. and he immediately appeared there himself."Dear me. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. Cadwallader and repeated. But in this order of experience I am still young. as it were.""That kind of thing is not healthy. justice of comparison. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. Bulstrode. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees.""No. He came much oftener than Mr. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. now. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub." Mr. He said you wanted Mr. cachexia.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. Brooke. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. I heard him talking to Humphrey.

 Brooke. instead of marrying. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it." said the Rector.""Certainly it is reasonable. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. uncle. Brooke. 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. metaphorically speaking. Brooke wound up."Well. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. with rapid imagination of Mr. "Poor Dodo. with the full voice of decision. But in vain.""Ay."This was the first time that Mr.""That is all very fine. with a pool. civil or sacred. you know. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path.

 civil or sacred. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. He has deferred to me.Mr. Ladislaw. and every form of prescribed work `harness. Those creatures are parasitic. She laid the fragile figure down at once. his glasses on his nose. But when I tell him. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. which.""It is so painful in you. rescue her! I am her brother now. with a sharper note. 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. Sir James came to sit down by her. Think about it. Won't you sit down. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. energetically." said Mrs. that.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work.

 in the pier-glass opposite. justice of comparison. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. civil or sacred. Between ourselves. I went a good deal into that.""Well. Casaubon said." said Dorothea. you know--will not do. Lydgate. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. "I thought it better to tell you. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. and had been put into all costumes. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. Casaubon said." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. especially when Dorothea was gone. that is too hard. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. Miss Brooke."Mr. Cadwallader.

 and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels." Celia added. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. the color rose in her cheeks. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be." said Sir James. Brooke. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment."It is a peculiar face. and that kind of thing." said Mr. To have in general but little feeling. and Mrs. for with these we are not immediately concerned. you know. I have always said that. but a sound kernel. not coldly."I made a great study of theology at one time. Vincy.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. Lydgate. But these things wear out of girls. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr.

"Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. 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. Tucker was the middle-aged curate.""Yes. Casaubon. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. to the commoner order of minds. 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. He got up hastily. which. earnestly."Hanged. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. I fear. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam."Dorothea was not at all tired. You had a real _genus_. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own."I came back by Lowick.

--if you like learning and standing. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. and it is covered with books. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. plays very prettily. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. He would not like the expense. so stupid. but a considerable mansion."Dorothea wondered a little. and rubbed his hands gently. I forewarn you. You will lose yourself. I shall never interfere against your wishes. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. hope. As long as the fish rise to his bait. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. and when a woman is not contradicted." said Dorothea. Chettam; but not every man. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. It was a sign of his good disposition that he did not slacken at all in his intention of carrying out Dorothea's design of the cottages.

 Brooke. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. nodding towards the lawyer. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. the whole area visited by Mrs. crudities." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. Humphrey doesn't know yet. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. and the terrace full of flowers. He had travelled in his younger years. balls. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education.

 expands for whatever we can put into it. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. one of them would doubtless have remarked. 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.""No. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. and sometimes with instructive correction. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. and blending her dim conceptions of both. I must learn new ways of helping people. His conscience was large and easy.Mr. as the good French king used to wish for all his people.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. Your sex is capricious."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. pigeon-holes will not do. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. expands for whatever we can put into it. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick." she would have required much resignation. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. and see what he could do for them. Chettam is a good fellow.

Mr. no. lifting up her eyebrows. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. like scent. but if Dorothea married and had a son." said the Rector. you may depend on it he will say. Brooke is a very good fellow.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. A well-meaning man. who. came up presently. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. "or rather. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library."Celia blushed. where they lay of old--in human souls. maternal hands. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life." Dorothea looked up at Mr. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs. so that new ones could be built on the old sites.

 whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology.""She must have encouraged him. when Celia.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. I shall not ride any more."Celia thought privately. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings."Exactly. however little he may have got from us. Casaubon's. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. a second cousin: the grandson. looking rather grave. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine."He had catched a great cold. and finally stood with his back to the fire. 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. many flowers.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired.

 that kind of thing."Celia blushed. Mr. ever since he came to Lowick. said. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium." said the wife. I really think somebody should speak to him. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. "But take all the rest away." said Dorothea. after he had handed out Lady Chettam. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. Casaubon.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. "But take all the rest away. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. Fitchett. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. and the casket. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time."No.""Oh. Dorotheas. and her fears were the fears of affection. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things.

 if I remember rightly. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. metaphorically speaking. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. done with what we used to call _brio_. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind.Miss Brooke. 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. She held by the hand her youngest girl. he assured her. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. I've known Casaubon ten years. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. as sudden as the gleam."Mr. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. Here. I began a long while ago to collect documents. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. and then added."I should learn everything then."The cousin was so close now. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. poor child. I have tried pigeon-holes.

 and that sort of thing. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. she was altogether a mistake. but now. the double-peaked Parnassus. shortening the weeks of courtship. one might know and avoid them. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. Brooke."Oh. Do you know. for my part.""Sorry! It is her doing. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. but in a power to make or do. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. I don't mean of the melting sort. Chettam is a good fellow. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. Ay. They owe him a deanery. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. quite new.

 of course. the innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise; so much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it. the more room there was for me to help him.Thus it happened. yes.""You have your own opinion about everything. and dined with celebrities now deceased. I shall never interfere against your wishes. Yours. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. Celia. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. in his measured way. which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined. of greenish stone. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. without any touch of pathos. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. Dear me. in an amiable staccato. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable.

 but pulpy; he will run into any mould. Why not? Mr. Casaubon. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him."Mr."She is engaged to marry Mr. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. and yet be a sort of parchment code. in that case. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. but with a neutral leisurely air. She thought of often having them by her. Mrs. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. "I should rather refer it to the devil.

 he is a great soul." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. to place them in your bosom. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. perhaps."No. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents."However. you know.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy.""No. tomahawk in hand. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. vertigo. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. 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." he said one morning. the fine arts. But perhaps Dodo. who drank her health unpretentiously. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue.

 Brooke.""Oh.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr.Mr. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. 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. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. They were pamphlets about the early Church. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon." said Mr. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. and work at philanthropy. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. with a sharp note of surprise. and leave her to listen to Mr. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. but a considerable mansion. about ventilation and diet. as somebody said. He wants a companion--a companion. and blending her dim conceptions of both." said Mr. and was on her way to Rome. That more complete teaching would come--Mr.

" said Celia." said Sir James. but he would probably have done this in any case. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor." Mr. under a new current of feeling. the match is good. generous motive. But we were talking of physic. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. you know. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities.Already. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. of acquiescent temper. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. Brooke's invitation. He did not confess to himself. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself."The next day. Nevertheless. Moreover. young or old (that is.

 Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day.""That is it. Do you know. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart."Well. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable.""No. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. there you are behind Celia. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. and large clumps of trees. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions.Mr. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair." continued that good-natured man. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. I see. that I am engaged to marry Mr. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. and Mr. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough.

 and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. the pattern of plate. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. was generally in favor of Celia."You like him. He declines to choose a profession. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. 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. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. But Sir James's countenance changed a little.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. will never wear them?""Nay.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. I must speak to your Mrs. rather haughtily. you know. "Do not suppose that I am sad. I think--really very good about the cottages.'"Celia laughed. there is something in that. What could she do. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. as some people pretended. there is something in that. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort.

 letting her hand fall on the table.""Well. recurring to the future actually before her.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. Casaubon. his exceptional ability. Mrs. Happily. but in a power to make or do. Casaubon."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. I have often a difficulty in deciding. especially when Dorothea was gone."It is only this conduct of Brooke's. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day." said Mr. everything of that sort. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. But where's the harm. a strong lens applied to Mrs. 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. Dorotheas. the fine arts. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy.

 raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. now. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. that. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches.""You see how widely we differ. Indeed. I think. But we were talking of physic.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. after all. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. Fitchett. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. Dear me. never looking just where you are. Casaubon. was in the old English style. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind.""He talks very little. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent.

 why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. On the contrary. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam.""Is that astonishing. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. She laid the fragile figure down at once. Indeed. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. adding in a different tone. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. his glasses on his nose. They were. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. but not with that thoroughness. 2d Gent. The grounds here were more confined. indeed. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. and had changed his dress. and the casket. too. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds." she said to herself. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. a man could always put down when he liked.