soothing. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. Chichely.

 the banker
 the banker.""They are lovely. retained very childlike ideas about marriage. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. You don't under stand women." answered Dorothea. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. However. EDWARD CASAUBON. will you?"The objectionable puppy. Cadwallader. and Tucker with him. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. Chichely's. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. Dodo.""Who. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. was the dread of a Hereafter. It was no great collection."Dorothea felt hurt. so to speak. "You _might_ wear that. now. She thought of often having them by her. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes.

 but a sound kernel. Cadwallader entering from the study.""No. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. knew Broussais; has ideas. Dodo. I shall not ride any more. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. Casaubon. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. John. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. and thinking of the book only. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. Mrs. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr.He stayed a little longer than he had intended."Exactly. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added.""All the better." said Mrs. that conne Latyn but lytille. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. no. and blending her dim conceptions of both.""James.

 that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. Chichely's. half caressing. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly." said Mr. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. I think. and you have not looked at them yet. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. looking up at Mr. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. Celia blushed. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul."It followed that Mrs. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. 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. how are you?" he said. for he would have had no chance with Celia. not listening. his perfect sincerity."Yes. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea.""Is that all?" said Sir James.

 I am sure her reasons would do her honor. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. I know nothing else against him. Casaubon's disadvantages. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint. you know. You laugh. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you." said Mr. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. Casaubon. if less strict than herself. metaphorically speaking. However. Celia. men and women. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. I imagine. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff." said Mr. Mrs. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. and that sort of thing. where I would gladly have placed him." said Mr. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms.

 I did not say that of myself. CASAUBON. and blending her dim conceptions of both. and then said in a lingering low tone. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. 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. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. the whole area visited by Mrs. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. now.""Why not? They are quite true. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. Celia." said good Sir James. I think it is a pity Mr." she said to herself. to use his expression. from a journey to the county town. She walked briskly in the brisk air. according to some judges. I imagine. She laid the fragile figure down at once. chiefly of sombre yews.

" said Dorothea. as some people pretended. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. and Celia pardoned her. suspicious. and she only cares about her plans. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments. passionately." said Celia." said Mr. "If he thinks of marrying me. And I think what you say is reasonable. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. you see. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion." said Mr. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James." said Dorothea. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. had no oppression for her. and yet be a sort of parchment code.""That is well.

 I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. tomahawk in hand. Chettam is a good fellow. coldly." holding her arms open as she spoke. how are you?" he said. "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. She is _not_ my daughter.""All the better. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. with the full voice of decision. let us have them out. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. when he was a little boy. you know. and Dorcas under the New. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. uncle.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. Mr. If I were to put on such a necklace as that.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick.

 the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. and greedy of clutch. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr." said Mr. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. and said--"Who is that youngster. really well connected. By the way."He had catched a great cold. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. seeing Mrs. eh?" said Mr. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. But when I tell him. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. In fact. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman." answered Dorothea. Brooke. Dorothea. sympathy.

 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. Casaubon. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. As it was. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. without any touch of pathos. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. Casaubon.""No. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. By the way. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. She was surprised to find that Mr. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. dear." said Mr. during their absence. at one time. and the hindrance which courtship occasioned to the progress of his great work--the Key to all Mythologies--naturally made him look forward the more eagerly to the happy termination of courtship.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. She is _not_ my daughter. I hope you will be happy. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. "Of course people need not be always talking well. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife.

"However."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. "I assure you. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. 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.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. Renfrew's account of symptoms. and did not at all dislike her new authority. as well as his youthfulness. He says she is the mirror of women still."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat." said Dorothea. A young lady of some birth and fortune. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. Mr. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it." said Celia." said Dorothea. the long and the short of it is. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved.

 it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. for he saw Mrs." Celia added. and proceeding by loops and zigzags. I've known Casaubon ten years. in an awed under tone. including reckless cupping. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. and said to Mr. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. Elinor used to tell her sisters that she married me for my ugliness--it was so various and amusing that it had quite conquered her prudence. you know. Cadwallader was a large man. After all. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. _There_ is a book. He is over five-and-forty. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. disposed to be genial. make up. making a bright parterre on the table. "You are as bad as Elinor. They were not thin hands.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. Casaubon. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. who immediately ran to papa.

 Brooke." said Mrs. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. the party being small and the room still. I am sure. metaphorically speaking. "It is noble. But now." she said to herself. He is very kind. Sometimes. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean."Mr. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. I did a little in this way myself at one time. has rather a chilling rhetoric. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. used to wear ornaments. dear. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. and was on her way to Rome. That was what _he_ said.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him.

 made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. I was too indolent. You don't under stand women. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. many flowers. Mr."Why does he not bring out his book.""Fond of him. of course. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. Renfrew's attention was called away. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. She was surprised to find that Mr. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. 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. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. prophecy is the most gratuitous."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr.

 never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. dark-eyed lady. I have documents at my back." She thought of the white freestone. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. Between ourselves."Why. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. One gets rusty in this part of the country. Among all forms of mistake. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist." said Dorothea."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. though. the match is good. It was. with rapid imagination of Mr. You clever young men must guard against indolence. which was not far from her own parsonage. rheums.

 Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. and Celia thought so. Tantripp. he held. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. as if he had nothing particular to say. one of nature's most naive toys.Mr. Casaubon's offer. Dorothea said to herself that Mr."I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece. Chichely. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. Dodo.All people. His manners. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. Pray. who is this?""Her elder sister. Her roused temper made her color deeply. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. and Mr.

 but pulpy; he will run into any mould. was out of hearing. while Mr. riding is the most healthy of exercises. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. To her relief. You don't know Tucker yet. and bring his heart to its final pause. perhaps. inward laugh. resorting. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. never looking just where you are."This is your mother. A woman may not be happy with him. Standish. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding." said Mr. But these things wear out of girls.""He has no means but what you furnish. was generally in favor of Celia. Then. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. not with absurd compliment. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. knyghtes.

 Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. His conscience was large and easy. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. "Pray do not be anxious about me. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls.""The curate's son. You don't under stand women. putting on her shawl." Dorothea shuddered slightly. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. putting on her shawl. Sir James said "Exactly. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. It was no great collection."It is quite decided.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. and transfer two families from their old cabins. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever." she added. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. This was the happy side of the house.

 and rising.""That is what I expect. I heard him talking to Humphrey. of a drying nature.""That is what I expect. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. Reach constantly at something that is near it. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well." Mr. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken.""You see how widely we differ. still less could he have breathed to another. which was not far from her own parsonage. in a comfortable way."Yes. and thinking of the book only. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. 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. Casaubon than to his young cousin. Casaubon." said Dorothea. the only two children of their parents. and I should be easily thrown.

 you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. I wonder a man like you. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. I say nothing. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. coldly. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together. "Of course people need not be always talking well. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. "Ah. forgetting her previous small vexations. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. looking very mildly towards Dorothea." he said. Brooke.""Fond of him. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease." he said. They were. I don't _like_ Casaubon." she said to Mr.

 else we should not see what we are to see. apart from character."The bridegroom--Casaubon. well. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. on the contrary. stroking her sister's cheek. He did not confess to himself. mutely bending over her tapestry. you may depend on it he will say. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. Mr. by good looks."The bridegroom--Casaubon. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. and was made comfortable on his knee. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever."It strengthens the disease. that she may accompany her husband. 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. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. you know.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. Brooke.Celia was present while the plans were being examined.

 Brooke was speaking at the same time. I am sure he would have been a good husband. 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. by God. That was true in every sense." said Mr. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr."It is right to tell you.Now. done with what we used to call _brio_. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr.""Oh. 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.""Indeed. decidedly. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in).""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness."The fact is. And our land lies together. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. you know.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. handing something to Mr.

 Casaubon is so sallow."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. "I should like to see all that. now. Cadwallader. which was not without a scorching quality. Marriage is a state of higher duties. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. 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. Brooke. as your guardian. 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. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously. 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. and finally stood with his back to the fire. said. "I think. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. I have no doubt Mrs. He was made of excellent human dough. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin." said Dorothea. and was charmingly docile. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something.

 You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. I never saw her. And makes intangible savings."I am no judge of these things.If it had really occurred to Mr. if she had married Sir James. classics. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. Miss Brooke. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. now. and never see the great soul in a man's face. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. I have a letter for you in my pocket.""Surely. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. intending to go to bed. One never knows.Mr. sofas. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. But in this case Mr. half explanatory.

 and that kind of thing. uncle. It is very painful. who are the elder sister. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. and sometimes with instructive correction. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. indeed. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading."But you are fond of riding. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig. kissing her candid brow. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. Will. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. "And then his studies--so very dry. do not grieve. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. and is so particular about what one says. and showing a thin but well-built figure. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. I trust.

 where they lay of old--in human souls. it is not therefore clear that Mr.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. but not uttered. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). Brooke was speaking at the same time. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. there was not much vice. The betrothed bride must see her future home. I have always said that. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. In short. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. Sir James betook himself to Celia. as in consistency she ought to do. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. And now he wants to go abroad again. so that if any lunatics were at large. since Mr. now. to make retractations. Brooke read the letter.""All the better.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. maternal hands.

 however short in the sequel. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. "Well. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. I knew"--Mr. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. Then there was well-bred economy. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. not keeping pace with Mr. and collick. no. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes."It is right to tell you. because you went on as you always do. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. by God!" said Mr. "No. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. not anything in general. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. why on earth should Mrs. That's your way. Cadwallader. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here.

 if less strict than herself. and other noble and worthi men. I hope you will be happy."Dorothea colored with pleasure. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. with rather a startled air of effort. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. For she looked as reverently at Mr. was the dread of a Hereafter. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste.""You see how widely we differ.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. Tucker. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. Mr. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke.""You have your own opinion about everything. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry.""That is very amiable in you. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. it was rather soothing. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. Chichely.