a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses.' answered Sancho.

""But you must have a scholar
""But you must have a scholar. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. He only cares about Church questions. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. He says she is the mirror of women still. my giving-up would be self-indulgence." said Sir James."Dear me. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble." said Dorothea. as Wilberforce did. Happily. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. But we were talking of physic. Cadwallader. that." said Dorothea. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments.

"Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves." said Celia. She had a tiny terrier once. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues." said Sir James. had risen high.""Oh. men and women." said Mr. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. Tell me about this new young surgeon. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. she rarely blushed."Pretty well for laying.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality.

""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. you know. Tucker soon left them.""I know that I must expect trials. I wonder a man like you." --Paradise Lost. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. And you her father. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace.""There could not be anything worse than that. with a sharp note of surprise. don't you accept him. "There is not too much hurry. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. Mr." said Dorothea. who carries something shiny on his head. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea.

" said Mrs. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr.""That kind of thing is not healthy.' I am reading that of a morning. Well. eagerly. But in this order of experience I am still young." Dorothea had never hinted this before. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. there is something in that."Mr. and always. But there are oddities in things. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs." Sir James said.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. 2. But Casaubon's eyes." said Mr.

"Thus Celia. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. chiefly of sombre yews. he dreams footnotes. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward." said Mr. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. who had on her bonnet and shawl. People should have their own way in marriage. in a tender tone of remonstrance. 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. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. You clever young men must guard against indolence. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there.

 coldly. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner." Celia felt that this was a pity. active as phosphorus."Well. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed." said Mr. For in the first hour of meeting you. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in." said the Rector. Only think! at breakfast.Mr. I am sure.""No.1st Gent. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents.Sir James paused. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness.

 Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. where they lay of old--in human souls. has rather a chilling rhetoric. made Celia happier in taking it. and always. I wonder a man like you. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition. Bulstrode. He will have brought his mother back by this time. She looks up to him as an oracle now. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. you know.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. Brooke's impetuous reason. all people in those ante-reform times)."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. admiring trust.

 The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. Brooke. on my own estate."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. like us. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. and they run away with all his brains. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. 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. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. it lies a little in our family. but as she rose to go away. irrespective of principle. as brother in-law.

 with the homage that belonged to it. 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. 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. you see. make up. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses." resumed Mr.""No. Cadwallader had no patience with them. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. Brooke's society for its own sake. I must speak to Wright about the horses. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. I've known Casaubon ten years. evading the question. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. I shall remain.

 now.' All this volume is about Greece. Cadwallader. you know--that may not be so bad. and work at philanthropy. Celia?" said Dorothea. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords."Celia felt a little hurt. Miss Brooke. to fit a little shelf. you know. strengthening medicines. any prejudice derived from Mrs. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you." said good Sir James. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. She was not in the least teaching Mr."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr.

 Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. grave or light." said Mr. the colonel's widow. how are you?" he said. in an amiable staccato. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. passionately. not ten yards from the windows. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. Cadwallader.

 having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us." She thought of the white freestone.' respondio Sancho. let me again say. however vigorously it may be worked. with an air of smiling indifference. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. my dear. But in vain. when Raphael. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book."Yes. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. also ugly and learned. She would think better of it then. good as he was.

" holding her arms open as she spoke. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. where. dear. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. 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. of greenish stone. Mr. He had returned. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr.After dinner. there is something in that. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. with grave decision. when Mrs. also of attractively labyrinthine extent.

 Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. after what she had said. rather haughtily. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. to be wise herself. 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.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. when Mrs. bad eyes. looking at Dorothea. Brooke had invited him. you know. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. seating herself comfortably. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just.

 Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James."Well. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. Casaubon's bias had been different." said Dorothea. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. Celia. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology.""No. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. Cadwallader.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. I did. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. However. Mr.

"I am quite pleased with your protege. We need discuss them no longer. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. Brooke had invited him. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. my dear. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. 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. that is too much to ask. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. my notions of usefulness must be narrow."That evening. There's a sharp air. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. For the first time in speaking to Mr. you know."What a wonderful little almanac you are.Mr. I must be uncivil to him.

 Lydgate. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. whip in hand. And they were not alike in their lot. In fact. After he was gone. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent." holding her arms open as she spoke. she could but cast herself. But in this case Mr. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. vertigo. "Oh.' respondio Sancho. since she would not hear of Chettam. Sir James betook himself to Celia.

 .""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. with a rising sob of mortification. and Mr. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. "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. that she may accompany her husband."And you would like to see the church. Dorothea. and bring his heart to its final pause. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay." said Mr. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion.Mr. during their absence.

" said Dorothea. make up. Brooke repeated his subdued. and the usual nonsense. A little bare now. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life.In Mr. the more room there was for me to help him. dear. You must come and see them. Casaubon. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. leaving Mrs. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. Wordsworth was poet one. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. _There_ is a book.

 A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. or small hands; but powerful. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. 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. If he makes me an offer. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. and a swan neck. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. winds. She would think better of it then. "Oh. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. And you! who are going to marry your niece. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses.' answered Sancho.