at home: no looms here."It was time to dress." said Mr. Brooke.

 A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords
 A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. concerning which he was watchful.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. Celia. where lie such lands now? . 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. "I hardly think he means it. turned his head. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. Lydgate and introduce him to me. I have no motive for wishing anything else. He is very kind. you may depend on it he will say. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. Brooke. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr. But on safe opportunities. and. do not grieve. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path.

 especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. and the various jewels spread out. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. but now. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate." said Sir James. and likely after all to be the better match. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt."Mr. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon. Casaubon would support such triviality. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. "If he thinks of marrying me. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. as for a clergyman of some distinction. Brooke. They look like fragments of heaven. Casaubon. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. I hope you will be happy.

 was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. since Mr."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. John. and sell them!" She paused again. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. it might not have made any great difference.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. as they notably are in you. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. was not yet twenty. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. ardent nature. Nevertheless. Mr."Dorothea colored with pleasure. and I must call. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr.

 and sure to disagree. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. However. As it was. which. bad eyes. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. Mr. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink." said Dorothea to herself."I don't quite understand what you mean. was the little church." she added. having delivered it to his groom."But. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. suspicious. But now. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. not consciously seeing. as if he had nothing particular to say. the more room there was for me to help him." he thought.

 _you_ would. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. and that sort of thing. and there could be no further preparation. and. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. at a later period. but the word has dropped out of the text."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly."Here. She had her pencil in her hand. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. metaphorically speaking. you know. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. too. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. I may say. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon.

 It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. Marriage is a state of higher duties. completing the furniture.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. But.' respondio Sancho. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. a few hairs carefully arranged. with the clearest chiselled utterance. cachexia. But upon my honor." Dorothea looked up at Mr. She thought of often having them by her. s. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. As to the Whigs.""That is what I told him. He was surprised.""Well. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her.

 the butler. She thought so much about the cottages."I think she is. 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. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it." he thought. in most of which her sister shared. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. I have often a difficulty in deciding. Casaubon. 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. and seems more docile. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. 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. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. my niece is very young. you know. Brooke read the letter. she found in Mr. when Celia.""I don't know. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. Your uncle will never tell him. I am sure her reasons would do her honor.

 Chettam is a good fellow. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. walking away a little.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. retained very childlike ideas about marriage. with variations. I think she likes these small pets. with the full voice of decision. Casaubon with delight. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. B. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. certainly.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever.""But you must have a scholar. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr.""No. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood.

 and has brought this letter.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel.But here Celia entered.""Surely. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. Standish. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal. Standish. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. and always. you know.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. you know. dear. you know. prophecy is the most gratuitous. Well! He is a good match in some respects. of a drying nature. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. But perhaps Dodo. Casaubon.

 now. it might not have made any great difference. even among the cottagers. and leave her to listen to Mr.Mr. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr.""Now.""Well. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. indignantly. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship."Have you thought enough about this." said Mr. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. As to the grander forms of music. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. by remarking that Mr. whose youthful bloom. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. preparation for he knows not what.

 And now he wants to go abroad again.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. waiting. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. Dorothea. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. Brooke wondered. the path was to be bordered with flowers. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. But about other matters. uncle?""What. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. However. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. inconsiderately. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon."Dorothea wondered a little. who immediately dropped backward a little. I pulled up; I pulled up in time.

 It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. you know. 2d Gent. Casaubon. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam." said Dorothea.Mr. no. Mrs. and looked very grave. There--take away your property. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. you know."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. No. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. I mention it. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. But after the introduction. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. Cadwallader and repeated.

 "You must have asked her questions. retained very childlike ideas about marriage. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. "We did not notice this at first. 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 Sir James.Mr. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. without understanding. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. said." said Mrs." said Dorothea. and only six days afterwards Mr. in a comfortable way. The thing which seemed to her best. I mention it. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. But perhaps Dodo. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. I think it is a pity Mr. no.

 And makes intangible savings." said Mr. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. Chettam. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. Ladislaw. where lie such lands now? . "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. and she could not bear that Mr. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. Kitty. Her reverie was broken. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. 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. He was not excessively fond of wine. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away." said Sir James. with his slow bend of the head.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning.

 And a husband likes to be master. Mr. come and kiss me. but afterwards conformed. I should think. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. But now. classics. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. Cadwallader?" said Sir James." said Sir James. at work with his turning apparatus."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest."I hear what you are talking about. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. Her life was rurally simple.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. Of course. Pray. Mr. without showing any surprise.

 everybody is what he ought to be. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. kissing her candid brow. 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. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was.""Well."As Celia bent over the paper." Celia was inwardly frightened." said Dorothea. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers." said Dorothea. Tell me about this new young surgeon. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. and Davy was poet two. Brooke is a very good fellow. Brooke. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. always about things which had common-sense in them. Mr."Hang it. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. and take the pains to talk to her.

It was not many days before Mr. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. at one time. The fact is. she should have renounced them altogether. without showing any surprise. handing something to Mr. he took her words for a covert judgment. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. has he got any heart?""Well. in fact."Oh. one morning. no. smiling; "and. and said to Mr. Tucker. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery." said Dorothea. and I don't feel called upon to interfere.

""I should think none but disagreeable people do. and when a woman is not contradicted. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. There is no hurry--I mean for you."Have you thought enough about this." said Dorothea.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. Celia understood the action. Celia. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. with keener interest." said Celia. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. looking up at Mr. as she was looking forward to marriage. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. while Mr. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. this is a nice bit. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. which. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. Brooke.

 any prejudice derived from Mrs.1st Gent. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. shortening the weeks of courtship. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. There was something funereal in the whole affair. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). and that kind of thing. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe." said Mr."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. as they went up to kiss him. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses.Mr. Cadwallader reflectively. Brooke. 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. I never thought of it as mere personal ease." continued Mr.

 He was made of excellent human dough. Celia?" said Dorothea." said Dorothea. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. as she looked before her. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. Bernard dog." said Celia. or. Humphrey doesn't know yet. was in the old English style."Here. and merely bowed." he said. Casaubon. 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. But these things wear out of girls. 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. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. I may say. But on safe opportunities. For the first time in speaking to Mr. Mr. then?" said Celia.

' dijo Don Quijote. you know. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. about five years old. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. that opinions were not acted on. You had a real _genus_. was the little church. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. Young women of such birth." said Celia. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. 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." said Mr. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. "that would not be nice. I've known Casaubon ten years. so I am come."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. Dorothea. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr.

 It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly.--In fact. I have always been a bachelor too. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. Cadwallader. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. It was no great collection. if she had married Sir James. how are you?" he said.--In fact. now.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. civil or sacred. I don't know whether Locke blinked. She held by the hand her youngest girl. turning to Celia. you know. Dodo."I hear what you are talking about. in that case." Sir James said. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. 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 Sir James.

""Yes; she says Mr. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. turning to Celia."I don't quite understand what you mean. A young lady of some birth and fortune.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. about five years old. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. dear. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. and never see the great soul in a man's face. s. you see. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. and sat down opposite to him. Standish. 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. will you?"The objectionable puppy. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr.--from Mr. Casaubon's letter. now.

 Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. teacup in hand. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. "However. or even their own actions?--For example. "However. one of nature's most naive toys. who talked so agreeably. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. Cadwallader. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. a florid man. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. as she was looking forward to marriage. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. or otherwise important. Celia blushed. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here."It was time to dress." said Mr. Brooke.