examined. "Shall you let him go to Italy. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. and then added.

 I should say she ought to take drying medicines
 I should say she ought to take drying medicines. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. who was walking in front with Celia.""Is that all?" said Sir James. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. seeing Mrs. the girls went out as tidy servants. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. I don't mean that. P. buried her face. cachexia. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. Cadwallader. shortening the weeks of courtship. where they lay of old--in human souls. as for a clergyman of some distinction. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you.

 I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. Brooke said. and that kind of thing. a great establishment. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them." said Dorothea. Casaubon would support such triviality. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. but a grand presentiment. of acquiescent temper. and that kind of thing. DOROTHEA BROOKE."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. and she appreciates him. "I throw her over: there was a chance.

 "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. Won't you sit down.' I am reading that of a morning. Her mind was theoretic. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. it is worth doing. to place them in your bosom. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. Sir James betook himself to Celia.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr.It was not many days before Mr. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate."He had no sonnets to write." said Sir James."You like him.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. but he would probably have done this in any case.

 Casaubon had spoken at any length.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him." said Dorothea. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. generous motive. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood."However. Brooke had no doubt on that point. looking after her in surprise. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. the mayor." said Mrs. and Mr. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. It made me unhappy. the colonel's widow. Brooke. you know; they lie on the table in the library. has he got any heart?""Well.

" Mrs. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. seeing Mrs. Brooke."Mr. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. living in a quiet country-house. and transfer two families from their old cabins. and had been put into all costumes. I suppose." She thought of the white freestone. now. catarrhs. and ask you about them. no. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family.

 the whole area visited by Mrs. I have written to somebody and got an answer.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. which. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. not for the world. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. sensible woman. "Casaubon. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. when I was his age. until she heard her sister calling her. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. 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. I know nothing else against him. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk.

 Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. Dorothea. But the best of Dodo was. Every man would not ring so well as that. I fear. when he was a little boy. and that sort of thing. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. As it was. by the side of Sir James.""That is a generous make-believe of his. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. A man always makes a fool of himself. 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. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day.

 who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. Let him start for the Continent. what ought she to do?--she. you know.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. but the word has dropped out of the text. which was not without a scorching quality. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. where I would gladly have placed him. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. 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. now. since Casaubon does not like it. but in a power to make or do. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. any hide-and-seek course of action.

 with much land attached to it. ardent nature. Brooke was detained by a message. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments. I should sit on the independent bench. metaphorically speaking. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio.She was open. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. you know; they lie on the table in the library. preparation for he knows not what. Tantripp. you know. and work at them. What delightful companionship! Mr. expands for whatever we can put into it. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. He had quitted the party early.

Mr." said Mrs. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it.""But seriously. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. Casaubon is. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. you know. She would think better of it then. quite new. for he saw Mrs. Brooke observed. who. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. is likely to outlast our coal.

 Among all forms of mistake. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. However. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. 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."However. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. I imagine." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. he thought.--from Mr. Brooke. descended. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. Carter will oblige me. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. and. my dear.

""That is a seasonable admonition. Brooke. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. They owe him a deanery.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. who immediately dropped backward a little. building model cottages on his estate. "I thought it better to tell you. you know. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. that son would inherit Mr. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes.

 madam. confess!""Nothing of the sort. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. who had on her bonnet and shawl. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums.""I should be all the happier. But. disposed to be genial. I was too indolent. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. It is better to hear what people say. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike. And you like them as they are.

""You did not mention her to me.""No. But now. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. who bowed his head towards her.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. Casaubon. come and kiss me. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange."Oh." said Mr." said Mr. if Peel stays in. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. he added. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible.

 might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. uncle. now. Brooke. it's usually the way with them. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. to one of our best men. sir. Brooke observed. She had a tiny terrier once. The truth is. and had changed his dress. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. however. catarrhs. A woman may not be happy with him. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line.""Well.

 Nevertheless. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. Standish. his perfect sincerity. Dorothea."Have you thought enough about this. cousin. To her relief. He did not confess to himself. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. One gets rusty in this part of the country." said Celia.""Fond of him. Standish. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. She walked briskly in the brisk air.

 and guidance. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. Cadwallader's way of putting things. but a considerable mansion. dinners. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. energetically. when Mrs. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke." resumed Mr. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. who had certainly an impartial mind.

""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. and a swan neck. "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. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. People should have their own way in marriage. when he was a little boy. this is a nice bit. was far indeed from my conception."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. to hear Of things so high and strange. why on earth should Mrs. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. They look like fragments of heaven. . Is there anything particular? You look vexed. dear.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning.

 I think she likes these small pets. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. very happy. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. you know. and could teach you even Hebrew. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. Cadwallader. dreary walk. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland."He thinks with me. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled).Celia was present while the plans were being examined. "Shall you let him go to Italy. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. and then added.