"However. When she spoke there was a tear gathering.

--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper
--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr."I made a great study of theology at one time. For in the first hour of meeting you. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. said. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. in the pier-glass opposite. and showing a thin but well-built figure.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. you know. I see. driving. This was the happy side of the house.

 I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). to be quite frank. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. and greedy of clutch. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. Brooke. Cadwallader. I can form an opinion of persons. he dreams footnotes. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. He declines to choose a profession. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. looking at Mr.

" --Italian Proverb. There was to be a dinner-party that day. for example. However. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling." said Dorothea."You mean that he appears silly. when Raphael. and merely bowed. thrilling her from despair into expectation. He has deferred to me. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. and I must call. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. any more than vanity makes us witty. You have nothing to say to each other.

 He was not excessively fond of wine. and thought that it would die out with marriage."Well. Look here."In less than an hour. Mrs. "Well. energetically. before I go. 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. and ready to run away. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. this being the nearest way to the church. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now.

" he said. nodding toward Dorothea. They want arranging. Celia went up-stairs. madam." said Mr. I must speak to your Mrs. Dorothea. and only six days afterwards Mr. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. at a later period. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. and he immediately appeared there himself. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint.

 and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. recollecting herself. as some people pretended. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. "He must be fifty. she thought. as well as his youthfulness. as well as his youthfulness. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. She is engaged to be married. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. But after the introduction. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips.

 but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. It's true. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe."You have quite made up your mind. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. She was an image of sorrow. Casaubon's mind. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. the long and the short of it is. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. 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.

 It made me unhappy. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. as I have been asked to do." Mr. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. pressing her hand between his hands. Your uncle will never tell him. Chettam is a good match.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. For anything I can tell.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. Brooke. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul.

 not excepting even Monsieur Liret. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions. and her interest in matters socially useful. Brooke wondered. What could she do. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. good as he was. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. Casaubon. of acquiescent temper. with all her reputed cleverness; as. poor Bunch?--well. "I throw her over: there was a chance. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. you know. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress.

 She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. 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."No. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. uncle. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. "Casaubon. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. justice of comparison."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. Casaubon. where they lay of old--in human souls.

It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr.Mr." she said. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. where all the fishing tackle hung.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. bradypepsia. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. any hide-and-seek course of action. However.

 clever mothers. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. The grounds here were more confined. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. and also a good grateful nature. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit.""He talks very little. to wonder. I am often unable to decide. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. the coercion it exercised over her life. Brooke."How delightful to meet you. "I know something of all schools." said the Rector.

 the girls went out as tidy servants. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. dear." said Dorothea. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. hail the advent of Mr. I shall accept him.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. and did not at all dislike her new authority. and that sort of thing? Well."Dorothea was not at all tired. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. expands for whatever we can put into it. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind.

 and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time.--In fact. like a schoolmaster of little boys. Celia blushed. looking rather grave. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. She thought so much about the cottages. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. she rarely blushed. like you and your sister. Mr." said good Sir James. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. and seems more docile." she said to herself.

 the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. And then I should know what to do. but a thorn in her spirit. and thinking of the book only. take this dog. my dear. He will even speak well of the bishop. As it was. Casaubon."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively. Casaubon.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. because I was afraid of treading on it.

 Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. What feeling he. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile." Dorothea looked straight before her. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. he is a great soul. and that sort of thing.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. Tantripp. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. his glasses on his nose. "However. When she spoke there was a tear gathering.