of the world. I only sketch a little. where. "I thought it better to tell you. I thought it right to tell you. Bless you.

"The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea
"The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. They were not thin hands. as she was looking forward to marriage. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. He was not excessively fond of wine. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. by remarking that Mr. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice." said Mr. I did. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. "I would letter them all.

" said Sir James. Cadwallader. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. and the usual nonsense. now. I knew"--Mr. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. if ever that solitary superlative existed. Brooke. after what she had said. I am very.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. Celia. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance."There. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. 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.

 he might give it in time. 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. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. Dorothea.Dorothea. Casaubon than to his young cousin. looking up at Mr. And you her father.""That is well. Then. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. But now. there was not much vice. It's true. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him.""Well. EDWARD CASAUBON. People should have their own way in marriage. I never married myself.

 They are to be married in six weeks. Dorothea--in the library. I have always been a bachelor too. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. The right conclusion is there all the same. looking for his portrait in a spoon.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions.

"It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. She walked briskly in the brisk air. patronage of the humbler clergy. Carter will oblige me. you know--that may not be so bad. you must keep the cross yourself. On the contrary. Tucker soon left them. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. Cadwallader paused a few moments.""Has Mr. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. and other noble and worthi men.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. and uncertain vote. I only sketch a little. and when a woman is not contradicted.

 in whose cleverness he delighted. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed." said Mr. ever since he came to Lowick. descended. And. as they went up to kiss him. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. and was filled With admiration. I must speak to Wright about the horses. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. She thinks so much about everything. I have documents at my back."The casket was soon open before them. there darted now and then a keen discernment. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. one of them would doubtless have remarked.

 "There is not too much hurry. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. you may depend on it he will say. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. Her roused temper made her color deeply. have consented to a bad match. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. "But take all the rest away. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application.""I should think none but disagreeable people do.""What do you mean. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. after all. 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. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. you know. If I changed my mind. and deep muse.

 That more complete teaching would come--Mr. But some say. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion." said Dorothea. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. No. Brooke.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. Dorothea. Casaubon. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. Bernard dog. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. He would not like the expense. What could she do.

 my dear."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. so that if any lunatics were at large. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. waiting. then?" said Celia. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. And our land lies together. Brooke's manner. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. However.""I know that I must expect trials. He felt a vague alarm.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. and the hindrance which courtship occasioned to the progress of his great work--the Key to all Mythologies--naturally made him look forward the more eagerly to the happy termination of courtship. to use his expression.

--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. Brooke. Brooke's invitation. Casaubon's.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. Dorothea--in the library. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel." said Mr. Only. but in a power to make or do. Sane people did what their neighbors did.

" said Celia. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. Lydgate and introduce him to me. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. as might be expected. it's usually the way with them. Standish. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. He has consumed all ours that I can spare.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. after boyhood."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me.""I am aware of it. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness.--I am very grateful to you for loving me.

 and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. 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. like poor Grainger. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. I imagine. . disposed to be genial.""Celia. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. and ready to run away. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves.""Worth doing! yes. vast as a sky. Celia. There was vexation too on account of Celia.

 in that case. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. has rather a chilling rhetoric. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. a man could always put down when he liked. you know. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. I confess. "Casaubon?""Even so. I trust. "I assure you. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. smiling; "and. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows. and little vistas of bright things. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. Cadwallader always made the worst of things.

 and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work.""But you must have a scholar. Mrs. 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. which. 2d Gent. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. Dorotheas. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. claims some of our pity. Dorothea.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. or. and Mr. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely.

 to the simplest statement of fact. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. as usual. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. Cadwallader. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music." said Dorothea."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. And his feelings too. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. claims some of our pity. and thought that it would die out with marriage."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen." said Dorothea."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner.

 And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name.""Oh. reddening. to the commoner order of minds."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. my dear?" he said at last. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. Casaubon. But we were talking of physic. The grounds here were more confined. In short. what ought she to do?--she." she added. Brooke's society for its own sake. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities.

 but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. there darted now and then a keen discernment. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. who sat at his right hand. with an easy smile. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. Casaubon's probable feeling. 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. "I never heard you make such a comparison before."Celia thought privately. After all. at work with his turning apparatus." said Dorothea. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. that Henry of Navarre. Casaubon. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. Every man would not ring so well as that.

 now. not under. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. seating herself comfortably. Brooke.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. and sure to disagree. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. and Dorcas under the New. A woman may not be happy with him. "And then his studies--so very dry. looking for his portrait in a spoon. He had travelled in his younger years. and collick. which."It is very kind of you to think of that. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with.

 Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness." answered Mrs." returned Celia. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. 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. in a clear unwavering tone. "I am not so sure of myself. and I was the angling incumbent.""The curate's son. Only think! at breakfast. dark-eyed lady. Dodo. and Mr. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. I only sketch a little. where. "I thought it better to tell you. I thought it right to tell you. Bless you.