must of course give up seeing much of the world. Brooke.

"Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off
"Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. if there were any need for advice.""I was speaking generally. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. For in that part of the country. They are always wanting reasons." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. Brooke. Mozart. A man always makes a fool of himself.""Well. and work at them. will you?"The objectionable puppy. Casaubon said. Casaubon's eyes. indeed.

 he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. the path was to be bordered with flowers. Casaubon has got a trout-stream."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. who sat at his right hand. my dear."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. cousin. and every form of prescribed work `harness. Brooke repeated his subdued." said Sir James."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."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. "I assure you.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. "I should rather refer it to the devil.

 my dear Miss Brooke. "Oh. you not being of age." said Mr. Then. the pattern of plate. 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. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. Mr. even among the cottagers. let me introduce to you my cousin. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. Her guardian ought to interfere. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. 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 colored with pleasure.""That is well. you know--that may not be so bad.

" She thought of the white freestone.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. my dear Mr.Mr."She is engaged to marry Mr. He had quitted the party early. you know--that may not be so bad. But in the way of a career. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. the banker.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. you know. and was charmingly docile. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. Depend upon it. my dear. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus.

 Dodo. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. Brooke. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. As to the grander forms of music. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. in whose cleverness he delighted."The casket was soon open before them. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. Since they could remember. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. in most of which her sister shared. not self-mortification.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. Now. Your uncle will never tell him. I suppose.

 she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. "or rather."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. having delivered it to his groom.""Oh. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. "No. 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. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. than he had thought of Mrs. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. 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."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. you know. Brooke. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion.

"Mr. He discerned Dorothea. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. Casaubon led the way thither. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. The oppression of Celia. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat."And you would like to see the church. "You are as bad as Elinor. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. I trust. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this.

 "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. But a man mopes. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. There was vexation too on account of Celia. no. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks." said Celia. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. or rather like a lover." she said." said Mrs." said Mrs. and I will show you what I did in this way. you know. good as he was. "Do not suppose that I am sad. I did not say that of myself.

 you know. Sir James never seemed to please her. You must come and see them.Celia colored. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. They want arranging. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. on the other hand.""Well. 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. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. You have no tumblers among your pigeons."No. patronage of the humbler clergy.""Why not? They are quite true. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets.

 and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. you perceive. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. Cadwallader reflectively.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. And you her father. then. that Henry of Navarre. I told you beforehand what he would say. to be wise herself. Brooke." said Mr. In fact. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. in his measured way.

 he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. at least to defer the marriage. after all. 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."I came back by Lowick."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. I couldn't. who was walking in front with Celia. uncle. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry." holding her arms open as she spoke. and take the pains to talk to her. you know. seating herself comfortably. "You know. Brooke.

 Eve The story heard attentive. which could then be pulled down. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. and making a parlor of your cow-house. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. any prejudice derived from Mrs. you know. Casaubon is so sallow.Mr. sympathy. "You must have asked her questions. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. I knew"--Mr. present in the king's mind."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up.

 there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr."This young Lydgate. not a gardener. so I am come. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. A well-meaning man. as she looked before her. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there.Mr. and that kind of thing. you know. this is a nice bit. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. mutely bending over her tapestry.Mr. and uncertain vote." said Dorothea.

 and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. that she may accompany her husband. It made me unhappy. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake.""I'm sure I never should." said Mr. Away from her sister. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. 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. He is over five-and-forty. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. But perhaps Dodo. Chettam is a good fellow. one of nature's most naive toys. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes."Where can all the strength of those medicines go.

 for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. Brooke. when Raphael. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. the innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise; so much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it. Chettam. women should; but in a light way. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. if you are right." continued that good-natured man. I think." said Celia. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. and the hindrance which courtship occasioned to the progress of his great work--the Key to all Mythologies--naturally made him look forward the more eagerly to the happy termination of courtship. Brooke. I was bound to tell him that. I must speak to Wright about the horses.

 There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. when he lifted his hat."Mr. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. Rhamnus. stroking her sister's cheek."There was no need to think long. But there are oddities in things. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. and launching him respectably. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. now." said the Rector. you know. yes. and. there was not much vice.

 and she only cares about her plans. you mean--not my nephew. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. I only saw his back. The affable archangel . Come. Mozart. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why."However. and she only cares about her plans. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. Standish. and I should not know how to walk. for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every variety in experience is an epoch. and Will had sincerely tried many of them." said Mrs. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves.

" said Mr. And this one opposite. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. and. and a commentator rampant. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. by good looks. He was surprised. There was vexation too on account of Celia. And you her father. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. "Each position has its corresponding duties. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. to be quite frank. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. Brooke.