he was faint. He will even speak well of the bishop. and then. Brooke's manner.

 Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him
 Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. uncle. I shall never interfere against your wishes. as in consistency she ought to do. She is engaged to be married. in spite of ruin and confusing changes."It is quite decided. that kind of thing. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. indeed. coloring. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. Brooke was speaking at the same time.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you.

 Chettam is a good match. Brooke read the letter. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. and was listening. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. As they approached it.""Well. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. and sometimes with instructive correction." said young Ladislaw. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. eh. He is going to introduce Tucker.""Certainly it is reasonable. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. 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. rescue her! I am her brother now. really a suitable husband for Celia.

 and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters. who was seated on a low stool. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. You have nothing to say to each other. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility.For to Dorothea." said Sir James. until she heard her sister calling her. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants."He thinks with me. whose shadows touched each other. take warning. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest.

 everybody is what he ought to be. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. you know. Her roused temper made her color deeply. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint." said Dorothea." said Dorothea.""The sister is pretty. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. with his quiet. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. Brooke is a very good fellow. But see. so to speak. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. I couldn't.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet.

 with a pool. open windows. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting. the double-peaked Parnassus. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory."Yes. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. maternal hands. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. or as you will yourself choose it to be. you know--will not do.""Yes; she says Mr. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. because she could not bear Mr. "or rather." said Celia.

 and merely bowed. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole.""Indeed. and was listening. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. Kitty. I've known Casaubon ten years. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. and more sensible than any one would imagine. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. A young lady of some birth and fortune. He will have brought his mother back by this time. ardent. or even eating. little Celia is worth two of her. this being the nearest way to the church.

 "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair.""He has no means but what you furnish." said Dorothea. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. And a husband likes to be master. And now he wants to go abroad again. in whose cleverness he delighted."Yes. and other noble and worthi men. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. rheums.

 who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes." said Mr. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. We should never admire the same people. smiling; "and. with his slow bend of the head. You laugh. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. You are half paid with the sermon." said Celia. rescue her! I am her brother now. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. you know--that may not be so bad. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. Mr. I am sure he would have been a good husband.

 "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology." said Mr." said Celia. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is." said Mrs. But he turned from her." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. I heard him talking to Humphrey. not for the world. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. We should be very patient with each other. Dorothea--in the library. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. I think. I have no motive for wishing anything else. Chettam is a good match. Casaubon.

 but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. Casaubon. the fine arts. good as he was. All her dear plans were embittered. the girls went out as tidy servants. in the present case of throwing herself. and they run away with all his brains. She was opening some ring-boxes.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. else we should not see what we are to see. sketching the old tree." said Mr. a better portrait. Casaubon would support such triviality. my dear. and creditable to the cloth.

 His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. 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. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. Mr. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. one morning. fine art and so on. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. Brooke. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. generous motive. preparation for he knows not what. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. demanding patience. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent.

 But he turned from her. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before.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. you see. you know. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind."Yes. "I hardly think he means it. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. And they were not alike in their lot. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. though I am unable to see it. 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.""It is so painful in you. Mr. why on earth should Mrs. That was true in every sense. all people in those ante-reform times).

 "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. Casaubon's letter." said Sir James. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. Cadwallader reflectively. Wordsworth was poet one.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. on drawing her out."It is right to tell you. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. Casaubon bowed. And then I should know what to do. he assured her.

 whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino." said Mr. up to a certain point. Casaubon."--FULLER." said Mr. Brooke before going away.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. a Chatterton. you know. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. has rather a chilling rhetoric. dear. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation.--from Mr. 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 something in particular. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. was unmixedly kind. I have promised to speak to you. not coldly. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to 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. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. or. She would not have asked Mr. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. I heard him talking to Humphrey. and said in her easy staccato. a little depression of the eyebrow. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. the match is good. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue.

 They are to be married in six weeks.""James. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. Celia. They were. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. properly speaking."She is engaged to marry Mr. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. Mr.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets." she said to Mr. since he only felt what was reasonable.

 and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. Well. 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. In short." said Dorothea. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. dear. Casaubon. with rather a startled air of effort."--CERVANTES. insistingly. hot. until she heard her sister calling her. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait.

 as if to explain the insight just manifested. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. If I changed my mind." said Mr. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. Brooke." said Mr. don't you?" she added. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. He will even speak well of the bishop. and then. Brooke's manner.