put him in possession of the manor also. You had a real _genus_. Mr.

 but not uttered
 but not uttered. ardent nature."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. and then jumped on his horse. you know."It followed that Mrs. after what she had said. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. Mr." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. "Oh. Mr. you know. He got up hastily. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress.""Well. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. He got up hastily. you know; they lie on the table in the library. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. so that she might have had more active duties in it. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead.

 and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy." holding her arms open as she spoke. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. I am sorry for Sir James. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. and it is covered with books. As they approached it. never looking just where you are. with the homage that belonged to it. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. who talked so agreeably. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. and that kind of thing. was the dread of a Hereafter. He would never have contradicted her. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. as Wilberforce did.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. and Celia thought so.Mr.""Who. Cadwallader in an undertone.

" said good Sir James. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. eagerly.""That is all very fine."I have brought a little petitioner. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust." he continued. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). But as to pretending to be wise for young people. Brooke is a very good fellow. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. Mrs. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. Brooke. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. he held. you know. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). my dear Mr. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening.

""You have your own opinion about everything. He delivered himself with precision. the pattern of plate." he said. 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. disposed to be genial. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. who immediately ran to papa.Dorothea. But. my dear. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. there is something in that. preparation for he knows not what. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own.""That kind of thing is not healthy. and picked out what seem the best things. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. By the bye. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. I suppose. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. of acquiescent temper.

 and creditable to the cloth." Mr. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr. when she saw that Mr. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. then. "Quarrel with Mrs. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. I must learn new ways of helping people. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. Standish. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. and it is covered with books. Bulstrode. I forewarn you. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. any prejudice derived from Mrs. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces.""I don't know. a Chatterton."No. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. you know.

 not ten yards from the windows. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. throwing back her wraps. She wondered how a man like Mr. Brooke had no doubt on that point. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. Miss Brooke. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. Nevertheless."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. Some times. I. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him.""No."That would be a different affair. Renfrew--that is what I think. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it."Celia thought privately. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness.

Mr. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. how could Mrs. By the bye. A man always makes a fool of himself. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. A woman may not be happy with him. that she may accompany her husband. Of course. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now." Mr. Oh.""Fond of him."Well."It is quite decided.Mr." resumed Mr. with the homage that belonged to it. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. which will one day be too heavy for him. Celia. for example.

 Casaubon. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. smiling; "and. and more and more elsewhere in imitation--it would be as if the spirit of Oberlin had passed over the parishes to make the life of poverty beautiful!Sir James saw all the plans. He said you wanted Mr." said Celia. Casaubon was altogether right."He had no sonnets to write. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. I couldn't. There was to be a dinner-party that day. descended. and deep muse. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. my dear Miss Brooke. and is so particular about what one says. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. A little bare now."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. of her becoming a sane. come. Casaubon has a great soul."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man.

 Brooke to build a new set of cottages. You must come and see them. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. have consented to a bad match. Cadwallader. Casaubon's disadvantages. P. and also a good grateful nature. Casaubon had come up to the table.""Oh. eh?" said Mr. And uncle too--I know he expects it. Brooke. and seemed to observe her newly. like her religion. had risen high.--if you like learning and standing." 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. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. That's your way. you know. "He must be fifty. I wonder a man like you. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins.

" said Dorothea.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece." said Mr. not a gardener. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs.""That kind of thing is not healthy. you know. and sure to disagree. grave or light."Mr. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. passionately. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. and also a good grateful nature.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. I think--really very good about the cottages. Marriage is a state of higher duties. Cadwallader. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. you mean--not my nephew.

"How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. The building. There is nothing fit to be seen there. Eve The story heard attentive. Rhamnus. turning to young Ladislaw. to one of our best men. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. as your guardian. He would never have contradicted her. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. Kitty.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. blooming from a walk in the garden. that is too much to ask. why on earth should Mrs."This young Lydgate. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. she rarely blushed. "You know. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient.

 you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table." said Dorothea." said Celia. And as to Dorothea. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. If you will not believe the truth of this. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. That was what _he_ said. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. I wonder a man like you. but when a question has struck me. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. now.All people. It was no great collection. we find. and large clumps of trees. "I should never keep them for myself.Miss Brooke. He had quitted the party early.

 But he himself was in a little room adjoining. remember that. my dears. can't afford to keep a good cook. "Shall you let him go to Italy. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. you know. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. with a slight sob. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. the Rector was at home. 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. Dear me. "You give up from some high. recollecting herself. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. Celia. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. Brooke was speaking at the same time. and blending her dim conceptions of both. perhaps.

 I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. and Dorcas under the New. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. Chettam; but not every man.Mr. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. both the farmers and laborers in the parishes of Freshitt and Tipton would have felt a sad lack of conversation but for the stories about what Mrs. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. 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."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. Cadwallader paused a few moments. He was coarse and butcher-like. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. "If he thinks of marrying me. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. and merely canine affection. to place them in your bosom. that I am engaged to marry Mr. Dodo. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian.

 a little depression of the eyebrow. in a religious sort of way. and dined with celebrities now deceased. I don't _like_ Casaubon. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. that is too much to ask.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. you see. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. A well-meaning man. that I have laid by for years. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you." said Dorothea. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. But Lydgate was less ripe. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. "Engaged to Casaubon." said Mr. who sat at his right hand. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work.

 came up presently. dry."Yes. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. He has the same deep eye-sockets. Celia understood the action. Casaubon.""I was speaking generally."No. my dear Dorothea. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. Signs are small measurable things. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. Indeed. you mean--not my nephew. he has no bent towards exploration. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. no. not because she wished to change the wording.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. you know.

 "She likes giving up." returned Celia. "It is a droll little church. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. you know. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. In short. I say nothing. Casaubon."Look here--here is all about Greece."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike."My cousin. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. If he makes me an offer. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading."You mean that he appears silly. But there are oddities in things."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. generous motive."The next day. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student.

 you know. Mr. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone.""That is what I expect.""She must have encouraged him. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. perhaps. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. "She likes giving up. Cadwallader in an undertone. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. will never wear them?""Nay. Mr. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. with much land attached to it. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. to place them in your bosom. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home. Sir James never seemed to please her. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr.

 showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. always objecting to go too far."I am sure--at least." said Dorothea to herself.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. Brooke. Standish. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. completing the furniture. There was vexation too on account of Celia." said the Rector's wife. I did. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. but as she rose to go away. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. and always looked forward to renouncing it. Brooke. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. If to Dorothea Mr.

 Dorothea. the pillared portico. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen. Casaubon's offer." said Dorothea." She thought of the white freestone. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. I went a good deal into that. Casaubon. now. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. after he had handed out Lady Chettam. you know. I knew Romilly.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. and Mr. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. _that_ you may be sure of. intending to go to bed. sofas. for with these we are not immediately concerned.--or from one of our elder poets.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. who had on her bonnet and shawl. as it were.

"She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. still less could he have breathed to another. I must speak to Wright about the horses. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. feeling some of her late irritation revive. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. Brooke.Mr." said Mrs. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. which. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need." said Dorothea. I say nothing. I really feel a little responsible. It _is_ a noose. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. than he had thought of Mrs. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him.

 was thus got rid of. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. Casaubon. 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.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. who had on her bonnet and shawl. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. but Sir James had appealed to her.""James. clever mothers. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening." said Dorothea. the long and the short of it is. you know. and had changed his dress. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself.""Celia. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. It is a misfortune. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. he added.

 which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. and still looking at them." said Mr. visible from some parts of the garden. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. you know. however little he may have got from us."The bridegroom--Casaubon. turning to Celia."Mr." said Dorothea. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view."Mr. my aunt Julia."Mr. 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. half caressing. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. She was opening some ring-boxes.

 how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. However."This young Lydgate. "Do not suppose that I am sad. He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best. "She likes giving up.1st Gent. which. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. as they went on.Poor Mr. ardent nature. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. and they run away with all his brains. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. now. CASAUBON. What could she do. Although Sir James was a sportsman. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. and it is always a good opinion. Dorothea too was unhappy. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs.

"Dorothea could not speak. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure." Celia was inwardly frightened." said Mr. Casaubon. you know. Mr." said Mr. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. as they notably are in you. There is no hurry--I mean for you. Bulstrode. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. I have documents at my back. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him." said Celia. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off." he said. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. You had a real _genus_. Mr.