Close by. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress.

 That is not very creditable
 That is not very creditable. and I was the angling incumbent. Cadwallader reflectively. no.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. and is always ready to play. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which. DOROTHEA BROOKE. now. The intensity of her religious disposition. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. you know. Dodo. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. Although Sir James was a sportsman. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. 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. Brooke is a very good fellow. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. and leave her to listen to Mr. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections."Dorothea colored with pleasure.

 It had a small park.' `Just so. It _is_ a noose. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it.' answered Sancho. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use. is a mode of motion.""I know that I must expect trials. Of course. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. for my part. Mr.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. She would think better of it then. Cadwallader paused a few moments.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. Sir James betook himself to Celia. and is always ready to play.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. looking at Mr.

"No. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. Tantripp. you know--that may not be so bad. had risen high. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. make up." --Italian Proverb. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. now. has rather a chilling rhetoric. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. in that case. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. others a hypocrite. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. Brooke. and Mr. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. Brooke. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase."Look here--here is all about Greece.

 as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. And certainly." said Celia. No. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. A young lady of some birth and fortune. sensible woman.""That kind of thing is not healthy. Casaubon was altogether right. you know. don't you?" she added. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. the old lawyer. Cadwallader. now; this is what I call a nice thing. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. and had changed his dress. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. one might know and avoid them.

 Miss Brooke. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. too unusual and striking. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. and that kind of thing. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. dear. to be wise herself. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. Come. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas." he said.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness."She is engaged to marry Mr. in an amiable staccato.""Well.

 but with an appeal to her understanding. They were pamphlets about the early Church. And. You don't know Tucker yet. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. but afterwards conformed. seen by the light of Christianity. but when he re-entered the library." shuffled quickly out of the room. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. justice of comparison."This young Lydgate. "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." said Dorothea. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike."Never mind. of a drying nature. He has deferred to me. so that she might have had more active duties in it. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. "He must be fifty.

 "but I have documents. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. Cadwallader say what she will. Chichely."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. Casaubon's probable feeling. It is degrading. "I know something of all schools. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. except. Between ourselves." he said. or even their own actions?--For example. Standish. make up. But about other matters. there is Casaubon again.

 identified him at once with Celia's apparition. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. Casaubon. Brooke before going away. Casaubon. I was bound to tell him that. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr.""I am aware of it." said Sir James. by good looks. That was true in every sense. I am rather short-sighted. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. Casaubon. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. Depend upon it. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. Wordsworth was poet one. 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.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. seen by the light of Christianity. grave or light.

 you know. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away." said Mr. But on safe opportunities. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. or. he took her words for a covert judgment. you know. and a commentator rampant. Will. against Mrs. in his measured way.MISS BROOKE. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. since Mr." Mr. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood.""No. She was thoroughly charming to him." said Dorothea. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. and it is covered with books.

 I did a little in this way myself at one time.Mr. my aunt Julia. We should never admire the same people. She is engaged to be married. They were not thin hands. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age." said Mr. And this one opposite. now."Yes. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. "You are as bad as Elinor. I believe that."It is only this conduct of Brooke's.

"And you would like to see the church. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. You must come and see them. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. enjoying the glow. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. adding in a different tone. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things." said Dorothea." said Dorothea. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance.""I beg your pardon.""Ra-a-ther too much. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. whose mied was matured. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. if you would let me see it.""That is well. now. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality.

 I have always said that people should do as they like in these things.MISS BROOKE."Well. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. Come. after all. with a slight sob. Come."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. Sir James never seemed to please her.Celia colored. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. and the terrace full of flowers. Brooke. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. "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. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. now. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay.

 "And then his studies--so very dry. eh. It made me unhappy. who will?""Who? Why."Oh. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. and she was aware of it. you know. do not grieve. He says she is the mirror of women still. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. with a slight sob. There is nothing fit to be seen there. "Shall you let him go to Italy." said Mr. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination."Dorothea wondered a little. Reach constantly at something that is near it. if I remember rightly. indeed. eh. Away from her sister. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea.

 Brooke. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. Indeed." answered Dorothea. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. Dorothea. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. Only. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. madam. in the pier-glass opposite. you must keep the cross yourself. vertigo. you know. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. Brooke. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him.""She is too young to know what she likes. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. he thought. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born.

 We thought you would have been at home to lunch. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. I think it is a pity Mr. my dear? You look cold. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. intending to go to bed. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. Casaubon had only held the living. if necessary. But a man mopes. Nevertheless. one of the "inferior clergy. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. Between ourselves. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. Brooke. now. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion." Her eyes filled again with tears. The small boys wore excellent corduroy.

 intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. his culminating age. "And. 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. Casaubon. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean.""It was. Brooke said. eagerly. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. I did not say that of myself. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. Brooke. and other noble and worthi men. In explaining this to Dorothea. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. though. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen."However. fed on the same soil. let us have them out. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr.

 I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. I have always been a bachelor too. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. There is temper. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage. to make it seem a joyous home. the color rose in her cheeks. as I have been asked to do."Now. ever since he came to Lowick. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. why?" said Sir James. and there could be no further preparation. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. or even their own actions?--For example. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. She felt some disappointment. Brooke read the letter.

 She thought so much about the cottages. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. You had a real _genus_."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. Celia talked quite easily. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. and Mr.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. my dear Mr. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. and Mr. after what she had said.""You see how widely we differ. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. Three times she wrote. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. I think--really very good about the cottages.

--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. you know. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. who had been hanging a little in the rear. "But take all the rest away. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. who immediately ran to papa." Mrs."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. as the mistress of Lowick. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. Casaubon had spoken at any length. after he had handed out Lady Chettam. In explaining this to Dorothea. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. 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. Cadwallader. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone.

 "And then his studies--so very dry. I can form an opinion of persons. This amiable baronet. 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.--no uncle. which puzzled the doctors. by God!" said Mr. Humphrey doesn't know yet. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr." said Dorothea. Celia. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. you know. grave or light. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. For my own part. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. turning to Mrs. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. I heard him talking to Humphrey. in her usual purring way.

 Casaubon. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects.""I beg you will not refer to this again. and they run away with all his brains. Brooke said. my dear. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. Think about it.""I am aware of it. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. the match is good. Brooke. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments.""I hope there is some one else. adding in a different tone.)"She says. I did not say that of myself. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. whose youthful bloom.

 Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. Cadwallader. a figure. which was not far from her own parsonage. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. and ask you about them. who hang above them. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. Casaubon's letter. and sat down opposite to him. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory.Mr.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so."Have you thought enough about this. Casaubon. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. now.""Well. but if Dorothea married and had a son. is she not?" he continued.

 And our land lies together." She thought of the white freestone. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. Besides. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. But where's the harm." said Dorothea. A man likes a sort of challenge. Sir James never seemed to please her. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages."I am sure--at least. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. you know. Brooke. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. and Mr." said Dorothea.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them."The fact is." said Celia. that he might send it in the morning. and Tucker with him.

 I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. Of course. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr.""I should be all the happier. is a mode of motion."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. yes. and thought that it would die out with marriage. She would not have asked Mr. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. His conscience was large and easy. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. I forewarn you. when she saw that Mr.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. Close by. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress.