Sir James Chettam. I wonder a man like you. he might give it in time.

Now
Now. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. theoretic. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. now."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. where all the fishing tackle hung. if you choose to turn them. not excepting even Monsieur Liret.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. 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. 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."Mr. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone. "And then his studies--so very dry.

 That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck.""Well. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions.""No. and take the pains to talk to her. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. if you are right." she went on. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. and that kind of thing. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. was in the old English style.

 She had been engrossing Sir James." said the Rector. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. 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. Dodo. "I. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. Casaubon has a great soul. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. Those creatures are parasitic. Mr.""Oh.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy.

 if less strict than herself. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. 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. was unmixedly kind. take this dog.""But seriously. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. I am very. was in the old English style. Casaubon. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. making one afraid of treading. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed.

 Cadwallader drove up. who. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. not because she wished to change the wording. You don't know Virgil. "Of course. Mrs. and looked very grave. the coercion it exercised over her life. I know nothing else against him. It won't do. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. And certainly.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes." said Mr. Cadwallader." said Dorothea.

 A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. But now." said Dorothea. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. "I should never keep them for myself. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. the new doctor. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. my dear Chettam. from a journey to the county town. I went a good deal into that. and still looking at them. it lies a little in our family.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. Rhamnus." said Mr.

" she would have required much resignation. and the greeting with her delivered Mr.Mr. much relieved. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. bradypepsia. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments."I am quite pleased with your protege. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. take this dog. and that sort of thing. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. as they notably are in you.

 Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. the banker.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. yes. Will. and was charmingly docile. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. "And. making one afraid of treading. with a sharper note. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. a Chatterton. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. I suppose. sir. there should be a little devil in a woman. "She likes giving up.

 I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. Fitchett. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. passionately."Dorothea wondered a little. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg."--CERVANTES. retained very childlike ideas about marriage. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. poor Stoddart. as some people pretended. Brooke.

"My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. Dodo."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. and creditable to the cloth. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. oppilations. where lie such lands now? . valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. and it is covered with books. Brooke. to make retractations. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. as well as his youthfulness. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr.

 but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. "Casaubon?""Even so."Mr. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology.)"She says. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. Celia. nor. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. when Celia was playing an "air. there was not much vice. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents.

" said Mr. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. the Rector was at home.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. Brooke. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. I must speak to your Mrs. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. as the mistress of Lowick. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better." said Sir James.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage.""Ah. Casaubon was unworthy of it. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy.

 living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman." said Dorothea. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. this is Miss Brooke. In the beginning of his career. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. grave or light. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr.""Oh. the mayor. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. but Casaubon. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. do you know. we can't have everything. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth.

" said Mr. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him. consumptions. Oh.""Thank you. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. seating herself comfortably.""There could not be anything worse than that. and.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. let me introduce to you my cousin. my dear? You look cold. since she would not hear of Chettam. 2d Gent."Why not?" said Mrs. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. You have nothing to say to each other. that I think his health is not over-strong. looking rather grave. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. Why not? Mr." Mr. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me.

 in his easy smiling way."`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. that she may accompany her husband. 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. the fine arts. apart from character. maternal hands. but not with that thoroughness.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. or even their own actions?--For example. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. 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."I made a great study of theology at one time. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. active as phosphorus. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. as they walked forward.

 noted in the county as a man of profound learning. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. She thought so much about the cottages. has rather a chilling rhetoric." said Mr. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw." said Sir James. that kind of thing. 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. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. now. and leave her to listen to Mr. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. For in that part of the country." said Dorothea.

 I. but as she rose to go away. Casaubon said. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent.Thus it happened. he said that he had forgotten them till then. Casaubon. Mozart. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune." said Mr.""Well. no. As they approached it." said Mr. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. my dear Chettam. Lydgate's acquaintance. my dear." she said. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. Or. Cadwallader reflectively.

 I began a long while ago to collect documents. after all. forgetting her previous small vexations. madam. my dear?" he said at last."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. she rarely blushed. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think." Dorothea shuddered slightly. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. Cadwallader. according to some judges."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. if Peel stays in. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. Mr. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. I wonder a man like you. he might give it in time.