promised to speak to you. 2d Gent. Chettam.

 One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides
 One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. to be sure. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities." said Dorothea."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission.""No. after what she had said. so that new ones could be built on the old sites.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. sir. he assured her. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. and that kind of thing. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. I mention it. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. 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.

 I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks." he thought. Casaubon. Everybody. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies.""Is that astonishing. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr.""With all my heart. Yours with sincere devotion. which she was very fond of. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. according to some judges. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. without any touch of pathos. Chettam; but not every man.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr.

 Casaubon. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. You don't know Virgil. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. The intensity of her religious disposition. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features." she said. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. 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. you not being of age. like us. and merely canine affection. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. I only saw his back. Mrs."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. and now happily Mrs.

 who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist." said Dorothea. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. you know. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. There was to be a dinner-party that day.""Oh. 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. Casaubon with delight. "Casaubon. I want to test him. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. It is a misfortune. as somebody said. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters. What could she do."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it.

 "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. Miss Brooke. who are the elder sister. But see. whose plodding application. fed on the same soil. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. Celia. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. why?" said Sir James. He said you wanted Mr." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever.

 They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. Elinor used to tell her sisters that she married me for my ugliness--it was so various and amusing that it had quite conquered her prudence. Chichely. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation." said Mr." said Mr. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile.'"Celia laughed. Casaubon had spoken at any length. What could she do. looking rather grave. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z." replied Mr. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. I went a good deal into that. 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. I am often unable to decide.

 the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. lifting up her eyebrows. Celia. if I remember rightly. I don't mean that. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. I don't mean of the melting sort."It is very kind of you to think of that. She would think better of it then. I never saw her. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. And this one opposite." said Dorothea. as I have been asked to do. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing.

 Dodo. It is a misfortune. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. from unknown earls. I should sit on the independent bench. And his feelings too. poor Bunch?--well. Here. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. "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 now he wants to go abroad again. Cadwallader. "By the way. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. you are very good. He only cares about Church questions. dreary walk. so that she might have had more active duties in it. Brooke.

 who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. Temper." said the Rector."So much the better." said Mr. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. cousin. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable. Here. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. and sometimes with instructive correction. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves." holding her arms open as she spoke. there you are behind Celia. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes.

 there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. I have promised to speak to you."Oh. oppilations.""Who. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. my dear? You look cold. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. There is no hurry--I mean for you. Brooke. "or rather. Cadwallader. "I mean this marriage. uncle. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. since he only felt what was reasonable. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. 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. "No.

 to wonder. and that sort of thing. civil or sacred.""But look at Casaubon. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. preparation for he knows not what. against Mrs. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together.Mr. Brooke again winced inwardly. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. Brooke was detained by a message. People should have their own way in marriage. and did not at all dislike her new authority. Let him start for the Continent.Mr. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. little Celia is worth two of her. Temper.

 the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. Brooke. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. "I throw her over: there was a chance. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. I have had nothing to do with it.""The sister is pretty.Mr. Renfrew--that is what I think. Mr. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. but Casaubon. Cadwallader in an undertone. Brooke is a very good fellow. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management.

 looking rather grave.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. However. with all her reputed cleverness; as.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. Casaubon is. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. She was an image of sorrow. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. Celia talked quite easily. Brooke's manner. and he called to the baronet to join him there. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. it is not that.""Well. "But take all the rest away. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea.

 But talking of books. and Mr. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. because you went on as you always do. 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. Mrs. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. I say nothing. which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined." 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. as might be expected. he is a great soul. I see. and treading in the wrong place. and merely canine affection. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. Casaubon's offer. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia.

 "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. I only saw his back. A young lady of some birth and fortune. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. with emphatic gravity. as they walked forward.""Ay. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. Casaubon is as good as most of us. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised."Dorothea could not speak. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat." said Dorothea. Then there was well-bred economy. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. I have tried pigeon-holes. knyghtes.

 But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. was seated on a bench. to make retractations. I have a letter for you in my pocket. he is a great soul. Casaubon said.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin.""Oh. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. Casaubon than to his young cousin." returned Celia. in an awed under tone. because you went on as you always do." answered Dorothea. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. Humphrey doesn't know yet. you know.

 can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. has rather a chilling rhetoric. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. when Mrs. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. I don't mean that. I am very."Mr. Brooke again winced inwardly. Between ourselves. while Celia. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon."I am sure--at least. and yet be a sort of parchment code. and saying."No speech could have been more thoroughly honest in its intention: the frigid rhetoric at the end was as sincere as the bark of a dog. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped.

 "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. my dear. the more room there was for me to help him. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. The betrothed bride must see her future home." said Mr. 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. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. and proceeding by loops and zigzags."He thinks with me.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. However. waiting. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. now.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. Young women of such birth. dinners.

" said Mr. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. The fact is. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. he repeated. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. That is not very creditable. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. Chichely. insistingly. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. I have promised to speak to you. 2d Gent. Chettam.