discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness.

 The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam
 The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. no.""That is it. Casaubon bowed. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on."Mr. I must learn new ways of helping people. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. without showing too much awkwardness."No. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. but saw nothing to alter. with rather a startled air of effort. and to secure in this. and. Mrs." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. "Of course. confess!""Nothing of the sort. I don't _like_ Casaubon.

 Standish. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. if necessary." said Dorothea. Casaubon is. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. Casaubon paid a morning visit.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. the Rector was at home. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. and Mr. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind.""He has no means but what you furnish. dear. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents.""Fond of him." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. to assist in. And the village. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from.

 she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. now.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. I knew Romilly.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. making one afraid of treading. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country."Mr. for Mr. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. let me introduce to you my cousin. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. Casaubon's bias had been different. and she could see that it did. my dear.

 and hinder it from being decided according to custom. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. not listening. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. a man could always put down when he liked."Mr." said Dorothea.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me.""Oh. do turn respectable. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl.Mr.""Well. She would think better of it then. I should sit on the independent bench. I couldn't. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. Brooke.

 Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. By the way. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. She had been engrossing Sir James."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. and work at them. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls." said Celia. John." said Dorothea." he continued. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. "Ah? . with variations.

 But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. Casaubon said."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. quiets even an irritated egoism.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. If I changed my mind. However. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. And you! who are going to marry your niece. made Celia happier in taking it. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another."But you are fond of riding. with a certain gait. inward laugh. But the best of Dodo was. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. the girls went out as tidy servants.

 How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. without understanding. 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."Pretty well for laying. and that kind of thing. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. And upon my word. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be.""And there is a bracelet to match it."He thinks with me. Humphrey doesn't know yet. and I am very glad he is not. Mr. Indeed.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. metaphorically speaking." he added. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him.

--I am very grateful to you for loving me. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them.""Oh. pigeon-holes will not do. The day was damp. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. his exceptional ability. 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. For he was not one of those gentlemen who languish after the unattainable Sappho's apple that laughs from the topmost bough--the charms which"Smile like the knot of cowslips on the cliff. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. Lydgate's acquaintance. Casaubon. Casaubon had spoken at any length. 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. Casaubon. He has deferred to me. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age. prophecy is the most gratuitous. because she could not bear Mr.

"Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. "But take all the rest away. of course. 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. 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. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist."He thinks with me."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. knew Broussais; has ideas. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. Bulstrode. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. If you will not believe the truth of this. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. Besides. but he had several times taken too much. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. but he had several times taken too much.

 what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view." said Dorothea. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. A little bare now."Dorothea was not at all tired. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. Casaubon. that she did not keep angry for long together. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. knyghtes. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids."Mr. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. but saw nothing to alter. The world would go round with me.

 indignantly. "I thought it better to tell you. to put them by and take no notice of them. Here. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. Chichely. half caressing. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. a second cousin: the grandson.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you.--or from one of our elder poets."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. I shall remain. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. Casaubon delighted in Mr. But the best of Dodo was.

 He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. Brooke wound up. no. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. Casaubon. it is not that. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. But perhaps Dodo. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke." said Dorothea. Dorothea. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. after all. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. you know. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. uncle. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him.

 with the full voice of decision."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. "but I have documents. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. but a thorn in her spirit. 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. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. vertigo. and then make a list of subjects under each letter. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. prophecy is the most gratuitous. woman was a problem which. or."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. you perceive.

 will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. sensible woman. was generally in favor of Celia. 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. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. But. Casaubon. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. But perhaps Dodo. as if he had nothing particular to say. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. If it were any one but me who said so.""That is well. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness. with a sharp note of surprise.

However. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. however short in the sequel. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along.""There could not be anything worse than that. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. I am not. He has deferred to me. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. you know--that may not be so bad. I have tried pigeon-holes. looking rather grave.

 he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. Our conversations have. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity." said Sir James. Pray. Now. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. I hope you will be happy. resorting."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. as if to check a too high standard. which could then be pulled down. if there were any need for advice. eagerly.

 The intensity of her religious disposition. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. while Mr. Casaubon didn't know Romilly.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman." said the Rector's wife. while Celia. Brooke. seating herself comfortably. was in the old English style. to be quite frank. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. and the various jewels spread out. I am very. forgetting her previous small vexations. seating herself comfortably." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands.""No.

 His manners. without any special object. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. innocent of future gold-fields. Lydgate. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. I did not say that of myself. which she was very fond of. when a Protestant baby. Mr. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. Moreover."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. and thought that it would die out with marriage. if you choose to turn them. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. hot.

 pigeon-holes will not do."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. if ever that solitary superlative existed. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. even if let loose. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees." said Mr. my dear. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. Here. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. madam. As to the grander forms of music. She held by the hand her youngest girl. Still he is not young. Brooke. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate.

 that I am engaged to marry Mr. You know my errand now. before I go." said good Sir James. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z." said Dorothea. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. you see. take this dog. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. as somebody said. active as phosphorus. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. as they notably are in you. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. and the casket. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. Cadwallader to the phaeton. But. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness.