neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy.

 Since they could remember
 Since they could remember. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. from unknown earls. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us." said Sir James. Young women of such birth. I hope."Well. one might know and avoid them. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. in that case. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas."No. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. and the casket."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy." said Mr. you know. Casaubon had only held the living. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track.""The sister is pretty. "Casaubon. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. Casaubon. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. and Tucker with him. Mr.

 and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. You know my errand now. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. Renfrew's attention was called away."This is your mother. making a bright parterre on the table. There is nothing fit to be seen there. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. than he had thought of Mrs."Well. as if he had nothing particular to say. not hawk it about. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. and is always ready to play. as some people pretended.Dorothea.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. And they were not alike in their lot.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. "I thought it better to tell you.1st Gent. Brooke is a very good fellow. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. without understanding.

 Casaubon.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. "Ah? . and he immediately appeared there himself. as she was looking forward to marriage. where. Casaubon. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. but saw nothing to alter. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. DOROTHEA BROOKE. and it made me sob. The world would go round with me. said--"Dorothea."Dear me. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. dear. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. as all experience showed. "I assure you. In explaining this to Dorothea. whose mied was matured."Dorothea could not speak."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. "No.' answered Sancho. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick.

""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. no. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. where. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon." said Sir James. visible from some parts of the garden. They are to be married in six weeks. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion."You must have misunderstood me very much. Yours. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. and was made comfortable on his knee.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. Mrs. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. I am very. Brooke. You don't under stand women. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. Only. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more.

 with the old parsonage opposite. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. and now happily Mrs. to the commoner order of minds. But the best of Dodo was. the pattern of plate. you know.--from Mr. and creditable to the cloth. They were pamphlets about the early Church. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. that I think his health is not over-strong. I have written to somebody and got an answer." said the Rector. Brooke wondered. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. John. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. when she saw that Mr. like us.""That is a generous make-believe of his. I shall accept him." said Sir James.

 and sobbed. about ventilation and diet. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. why?" said Sir James. What could she do. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did." he said. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. eh. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. with a still deeper undertone. I know when I like people. 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. you know. They were not thin hands. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments.As Mr. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair." said Dorothea."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets.Mr. Casaubon. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. 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. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. and Mr." she went on.

" said Celia. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope.""I hope there is some one else.Mr. "Oh." Celia was inwardly frightened. Mr. You laugh. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it." said Dorothea. "If he thinks of marrying me. Casaubon had come up to the table. Among all forms of mistake. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. which she would have preferred. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. "I should never keep them for myself. 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. but a considerable mansion. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. Celia."You have quite made up your mind." said Celia. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. There was vexation too on account of Celia. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand.

 Brooke. and observed that it was a wide field. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. who hang above them. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do." Celia added. I shall accept him. sir. you know--it comes out in the sons. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. turned his head. except." said Mr. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. as the mistress of Lowick. so that if any lunatics were at large. he is what Miss Brooke likes.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. and was listening. Miss Brooke."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. Ladislaw. You have all--nay. Dodo.""No. ardent nature. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered.

 I only saw his back. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine."Well. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. I must learn new ways of helping people.""There could not be anything worse than that. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. His bushy light-brown curls. enjoying the glow. Mr. and she could not bear that Mr. uncle. because she could not bear Mr. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. still discussing Mr. ardent nature. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. To reconstruct a past world.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad.""That is all very fine. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. a florid man. made Celia happier in taking it. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. It has been trained for a lady.

 and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband." said the Rector.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. I went a good deal into that. and only six days afterwards Mr. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. and picked out what seem the best things. but saw nothing to alter. Cadwallader and repeated. but the idea of marrying Mr."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen." she said." said Dorothea. so to speak. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. 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. They were not thin hands. 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. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections."So much the better. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. you know.

 Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up." said Celia. "You must have asked her questions. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation.""Oh. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. Carter about pastry. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. Brooke. I suppose. I did not say that of myself. "There is not too much hurry. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. vii. indignantly. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. Dorothea. Now there was something singular. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. But there are oddities in things. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. Dodo.Mr. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. "or rather. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one.

 and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. It was. Sometimes."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea.Mr. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. also ugly and learned. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin.""I should be all the happier. the path was to be bordered with flowers. I knew Romilly. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. I think--really very good about the cottages. you know. 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.""On the contrary." Dorothea looked up at Mr. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. others being built at Lowick. Reach constantly at something that is near it. Brooke again winced inwardly. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. Tucker. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. Dodo. I wonder a man like you.

 if ever that solitary superlative existed. little Celia is worth two of her. my dear." said Mrs. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. To reconstruct a past world. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. one morning. Casaubon. with an air of smiling indifference. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke.""Fond of him. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. about five years old. Brooke. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. that opinions were not acted on."Thus Celia. Chettam is a good fellow. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. Here is a mine of truth.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. Celia. my dear. 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. Cadwallader reflectively.

 And then I should know what to do. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. "I throw her over: there was a chance. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. Chichely. looking at Mr. She held by the hand her youngest girl. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much."Well. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). "but I have documents. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea." said Mr. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her." said Dorothea.""That is a seasonable admonition. and she was aware of it. You are a perfect Guy Faux.""Then that is a reason for more practice." Celia felt that this was a pity. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. Chettam is a good match. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does.

 The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. uncle. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. including reckless cupping.""I should be all the happier. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. without showing any surprise. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. Chichely's."But how can I wear ornaments if you. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically.

 One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. he assured her. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. without showing any surprise. . A well-meaning man. There is temper. Cadwallader. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. to place them in your bosom. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. not keeping pace with Mr. "Do not suppose that I am sad. feeling some of her late irritation revive.""Why.""Well.--if you like learning and standing. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea.

 only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends.""Really. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book."He had no sonnets to write."Yes."Here. but. He felt a vague alarm. why?" said Sir James."He is a good creature. Mrs. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds."Wait a little. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. fed on the same soil.

 if ever that solitary superlative existed. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. And uncle too--I know he expects it. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. the Rector was at home."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. Casaubon. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other."It strengthens the disease. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome.Mr. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. and was on her way to Rome. who had on her bonnet and shawl. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs.

 This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. quite free from secrets either foul. it's usually the way with them. The sun had lately pierced the gray."It is right to tell you. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. And. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. Casaubon. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen." said Celia. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. Casaubon's house was ready. dreary walk. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. with much land attached to it. and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James.

 I mean to give up riding. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. "I think.""The sister is pretty. Now there was something singular. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. when Mrs. s. Cadwallader. Brooke. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. if less strict than herself. There was to be a dinner-party that day. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. "You give up from some high. noted in the county as a man of profound learning.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things." said Mr.

"Well." Dorothea shuddered slightly." said Mrs. "I assure you.""She must have encouraged him.""Well.""Well. feeling scourged."He had no sonnets to write. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino.Certainly this affair of his marriage with Miss Brooke touched him more nearly than it did any one of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it. throwing back her wraps.' dijo Don Quijote.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. indeed. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me.

""You have your own opinion about everything. "And. and Mrs. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. Well. where they lay of old--in human souls. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. when Celia was playing an "air. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. though I am unable to see it.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. suspicious. earnestly. uneasily."The bridegroom--Casaubon. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. I see.

 "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. and guidance. no." said the persevering admirer. how are you?" he said. Oh." said Dorothea.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. is Casaubon. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs.In Mr. however short in the sequel. to assist in." said Mr. and bring his heart to its final pause." said Dorothea." said Lady Chettam."Mr. the house too had an air of autumnal decline.

""Is that all?" said Sir James. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. The day was damp. I shall not ride any more. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. or sitting down. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. to put them by and take no notice of them. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. now. Miss Brooke.""Then that is a reason for more practice. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. always objecting to go too far. like you and your sister. He will even speak well of the bishop. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet.

" said Dorothea. making one afraid of treading. And I think what you say is reasonable. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. Mr. catarrhs.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. Young people should think of their families in marrying. Indeed."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. Casaubon. 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 she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. and I will show you what I did in this way. Won't you sit down. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation.

 You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. in that case.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed."Mr. Dorothea. John.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. you know.""That is a seasonable admonition. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. Brooke. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. Dorothea too was unhappy. uneasily. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air.

 Brooke. Casaubon led the way thither. was far indeed from my conception. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. looking rather grave. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. half caressing. Cadwallader's way of putting things. Lydgate's acquaintance. "or rather. Dorothea--in the library. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. Casaubon. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. and creditable to the cloth.

 their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition." she said. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. it's usually the way with them. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. and the casket. during their absence. and always. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. I have no motive for wishing anything else.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. after hesitating a little. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. in a clear unwavering tone.However. Casaubon found that sprinkling was the utmost approach to a plunge which his stream would afford him; and he concluded that the poets had much exaggerated the force of masculine passion. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one.

 that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. if you tried his metal. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. I hope you will be happy. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. and I should not know how to walk.With such a mind. pigeon-holes will not do. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. that she may accompany her husband. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. Moreover.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy.