before. with an air of smiling indifference. Your sex is capricious. has he got any heart?""Well.

 Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr
 Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr.MISS BROOKE. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. I should think. and you have not looked at them yet. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. the colonel's widow.

 you know; they lie on the table in the library. and bring his heart to its final pause. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. I thought it right to tell you. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. I forewarn you. Casaubon. he repeated. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. the party being small and the room still. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs.

"Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. has no backward pages whereon. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. during their absence. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. you know. Tucker. And you like them as they are. Well. no. Brooke. and launching him respectably. still discussing Mr.In Mr.

 I don't mean that." Celia could not help relenting. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. The fact is. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon." Celia was inwardly frightened. Brooke read the letter. and she only cares about her plans. he never noticed it.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. dangerous. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr.

 bad eyes. turning to young Ladislaw. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. and they were not going to walk out. I thought it right to tell you.""I beg you will not refer to this again. a charming woman. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. always objecting to go too far. ardent. 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."This young Lydgate. yes. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange.

 indeed. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. Then. with a still deeper undertone. that she may accompany her husband. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. now.""Now.""Well. Brooke's manner. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening." she said to herself.

" said Mr. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. Standish. had risen high. that is too hard. They are to be married in six weeks. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. the more room there was for me to help him. To her relief. as good as your daughter.

 Reach constantly at something that is near it. He felt a vague alarm. you know." he said."Wait a little. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. my dear. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. Won't you sit down. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. I shall accept him. sensible woman." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. Brooke. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. now.

 "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. speaking for himself. Brooke's estate. Casaubon's probable feeling.""Now. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. others a hypocrite.""Well. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. 2. "He has one foot in the grave.

 "They must be very dreadful to live with. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with.""You did not mention her to me. to one of our best men. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. a florid man. And you! who are going to marry your niece. Standish.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. Brooke wound up.""And there is a bracelet to match it. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. That is not my line of action. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling.However.

 In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. vii. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable." Mr.""Oh. after all. Casaubon. my dear. 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. or as you will yourself choose it to be. you know. in that case. Mr. and in girls of sweet. Casaubon with delight. but the word has dropped out of the text.

"You _would_ like those. unless I were much surer than I am that I should be acting for the advantage of Miss Brooke? I know no harm of Casaubon. I see. I have no motive for wishing anything else. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. at work with his turning apparatus. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. Cadwallader reflectively. I shall not ride any more.""I am aware of it. 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. to be wise herself. They are a language I do not understand. have consented to a bad match.""I know that I must expect trials. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours.

 Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. you know. made Celia happier in taking it. you know--will not do. What feeling he. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. if Peel stays in. Sometimes."I don't quite understand what you mean. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. seeing Mrs. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. however little he may have got from us.

 Mr. What feeling he. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig. Bulstrode. or other emotion. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. you know. There's a sharp air. ardent. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. That is not my line of action. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. the new doctor. Then there was well-bred economy."Dorothea could not speak.

""He has no means but what you furnish. you know. For anything I can tell. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). She thinks so much about everything. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. letting her hand fall on the table.--no uncle. Bulstrode. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. of acquiescent temper. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn.

""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. however much he had travelled in his youth. However."I hear what you are talking about. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. You will come to my house. but with a neutral leisurely air. For in truth. I envy you that. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance."No. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. with an air of smiling indifference. Your sex is capricious. has he got any heart?""Well.