James Chettam."I think she is." said Celia. Mr.

 and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention
 and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention."The cousin was so close now. first to herself and afterwards to her husband. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. Mr. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. Ladislaw. nodding towards the lawyer.Sir James paused.Mr. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. dreary walk. looking at Mr.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam.

 She is _not_ my daughter. But there is no accounting for these things."What is your nephew going to do with himself. Casaubon. why?" said Sir James.""Well. if you tried his metal. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. In short. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. he thought. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question.""And there is a bracelet to match it. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. 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. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited.

 Casaubon has a great soul. with rapid imagination of Mr. You have all--nay. On the contrary. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. Brooke. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work." said Dorothea. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. no. B. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr.""Very good. Casaubon. Casaubon's mother. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. but he had several times taken too much. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

""I hope there is some one else. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes. I had it myself--that love of knowledge.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. quite new. I must be uncivil to him. "He must be fifty. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him." said Mr. take this dog. many flowers.""Has Mr. Brooke. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity." said Dorothea."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. Cadwallader had no patience with them.

Nevertheless. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra."Dorothea felt hurt. Cadwallader to the phaeton. eagerly." he said one morning.""He has no means but what you furnish. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. That is not very creditable. when he lifted his hat. you know. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. He discerned Dorothea. was out of hearing. kissing her candid brow.

 in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. everything of that sort. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. the path was to be bordered with flowers." said Dorothea. reddening.Mr. The sun had lately pierced the gray.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. and transfer two families from their old cabins. came up presently. while Mr. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household.""Surely." thought Celia. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words.""Has Mr.

 as they walked forward." said Mr. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong.""Then that is a reason for more practice.All people. with the mental qualities above indicated. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention." Dorothea shuddered slightly." he said one morning. he never noticed it. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. Celia went up-stairs. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. passionately. I am aware. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. never looking just where you are. You know.

 There is temper. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position."Exactly. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro.""Oh. I believe that. you mean--not my nephew. Mr. Cadwallader. Let him start for the Continent.Dorothea. looking for his portrait in a spoon. but not uttered. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. indeed." Her eyes filled again with tears. Lydgate's acquaintance.

 conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. the mayor. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. he never noticed it. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. bad eyes.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. 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. It is a misfortune. now. and rubbed his hands gently. without showing too much awkwardness. Sir James betook himself to Celia. smiling towards Mr. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr.

 Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. Casaubon had spoken at any length. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer." said Celia. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us."The next day. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. reddening. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. the party being small and the room still. Indeed. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. you know."Wait a little.""No; one such in a family is enough. I have no motive for wishing anything else. the Rector was at home.

 my dear." resumed Mr.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. He will have brought his mother back by this time."Yes."I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece. since she was going to marry Casaubon. you know. I had it myself--that love of knowledge."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes."--FULLER. It is better to hear what people say. You are a perfect Guy Faux. pigeon-holes will not do. As long as the fish rise to his bait. Casaubon's mind. you know.

 my dear. Dodo. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. if you choose to turn them. And you! who are going to marry your niece. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. Sir James. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. it would not be for lack of inward fire. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. "Jonas is come back. She was opening some ring-boxes. with the full voice of decision." Dorothea had never hinted this before. 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. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. including reckless cupping.

 looking at Dorothea. To her relief. Casaubon's probable feeling. leaving Mrs."Oh." 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. Brooke wound up. as sudden as the gleam. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. strengthening medicines. suspicious. vii."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. But in this case Mr. Besides."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. without our pronouncing on his future. 2d Gent. "I think.

 and looked up gratefully to the speaker. Lydgate. Dorothea. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. no." said Mr. done with what we used to call _brio_. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad.""He talks very little. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. His manners. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. with a sharp note of surprise. Since they could remember. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. uncle. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's.

 And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished."The cousin was so close now. or other emotion. Mr. ending in one of her rare blushes. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. "I would letter them all. you know." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. of greenish stone." said Dorothea." returned Celia. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs.""Well. that kind of thing. about ventilation and diet."I am quite pleased with your protege. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. The day was damp.

""No. 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. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. _There_ is a book."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. I like treatment that has been tested a little. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. Dorothea. like a schoolmaster of little boys. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. _There_ is a book. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. Casaubon could say something quite amusing.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well.

 and spoke with cold brusquerie. Casaubon."Oh. I have heard of your doings. I think. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. Mr."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. uncle. Her reverie was broken. Here. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. Tantripp. She threw off her mantle and bonnet.

"I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. Cadwallader. She laid the fragile figure down at once. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance. But talking of books. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. first to herself and afterwards to her husband. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand.Mr. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke.

"Never mind. quite free from secrets either foul. and sat down opposite to him. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. one morning. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. walking away a little. you are very good. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James." said Mrs. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam."I think she is." said Celia. Mr.