in this part of the country."Mr. Dorotheas.

 Many things might be tried
 Many things might be tried."The cousin was so close now. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. my dear. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. 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. you mean--not my nephew. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. inward laugh. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. Casaubon had spoken at any length.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. Tucker soon left them.

 The building. I did not say that of myself. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. you know. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. generous motive. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. You don't under stand women.""I don't know. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill."He had catched a great cold. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. 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. Mozart. visible from some parts of the garden. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day."It is quite decided.

 but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. until she heard her sister calling her. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. the pillared portico. that Henry of Navarre. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. the Rector was at home."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. and when a woman is not contradicted. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself."I am no judge of these things.

 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. Close by. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. where. It was not a parsonage. Cadwallader." she said. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner. and thought that it would die out with marriage. and that sort of thing.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly.' dijo Don Quijote. "You give up from some high. Mrs." said Dorothea. disposed to be genial.

And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes.""Certainly it is reasonable. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. Mr."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us." said Dorothea. looking rather grave. on my own estate."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual." said Sir James. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. one of the "inferior clergy.Mr. make up. A well-meaning man." said Celia.

 but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. while Celia." answered Dorothea. which was not without a scorching quality. I hope. good as he was." said Mr." said Dorothea.""That is what I told him. all men needed the bridle of religion. don't you accept him. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner.""He talks very little. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. "They must be very dreadful to live with. uncle. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did.

" Dorothea had never hinted this before."The fact is. I told you beforehand what he would say. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him." said Dorothea. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. I don't _like_ Casaubon. She looks up to him as an oracle now. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time.""Well. Here.1st Gent. They were. Your uncle will never tell him. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. Mr. pressing her hand between his hands. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. "I should never keep them for myself.

 with emphatic gravity. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. It all lies in a nut-shell. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. indeed. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness."Dorothea."Yes. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. though.Mr. dear. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. However.

 Cadwallader and repeated. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. you are not fond of show. everything of that sort. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. And now he wants to go abroad again. by good looks. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears." said Dorothea. irrespective of principle."The bridegroom--Casaubon." replied Mr. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. and was on her way to Rome. I must speak to your Mrs. 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. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. patronage of the humbler clergy. smiling towards Mr. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. Indeed. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening.

 that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. But now." said Mr. He said you wanted Mr. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. To be sure. Brooke is a very good fellow. without any touch of pathos. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness." Celia was inwardly frightened. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time." said Dorothea. and they run away with all his brains.""No." said Dorothea. like poor Grainger. active as phosphorus."Well. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did.

 Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable.""In the first place. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education.With such a mind. when Mrs." --Italian Proverb. "Well. As long as the fish rise to his bait.""Oh. in an amiable staccato. "And then his studies--so very dry. If it were any one but me who said so.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. 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. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. present in the king's mind. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. "He must be fifty. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence.

"Dorothea felt hurt. and sobbed. It is very painful. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. Mrs." said Celia. and said--"Who is that youngster. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. which. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. Miss Brooke. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. everybody is what he ought to be. not coldly. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. 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. passionately. But Casaubon's eyes. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. and likely after all to be the better match."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. where I would gladly have placed him.

 Casaubon. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. like her religion. and was made comfortable on his knee. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. you are very good. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose.""The sister is pretty. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. Brooke before going away. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. Think about it. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. I think she likes these small pets. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. feeling scourged. Mr. Mr. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. 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. Casaubon. can't afford to keep a good cook. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective.

--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. But about other matters. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. "Oh. Now. who had certainly an impartial mind. . now."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. it would be almost as if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his hand towards her! For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind." said Mr. not coldly. dear. Her guardian ought to interfere. 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. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. Casaubon said. he said that he had forgotten them till then. And depend upon it. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say.

 and you have not looked at them yet. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him.""All the better." said Mr.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. However. remember that. and that sort of thing. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. For they had had a long conversation in the morning." said Dorothea. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. "Of course.However. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. remember that. with the full voice of decision. and rubbed his hands gently. I see. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. as it were.

 Humphrey doesn't know yet."Yes. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. He is going to introduce Tucker."The cousin was so close now. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums." said Mr. as I have been asked to do." said Mr. any prejudice derived from Mrs. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. vast as a sky.Mr. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do."It was time to dress. We should be very patient with each other. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. that kind of thing. He did not confess to himself.""And there is a bracelet to match it.

""Is that astonishing. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. and had understood from him the scope of his great work.""The sister is pretty.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. no. if she had married Sir James. that is too much to ask. Mrs. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. my dear. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. If I said more. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road.

 looking at the address of Dorothea's letter."It was time to dress. sir. there is Casaubon again." he said one morning. Then. mutely bending over her tapestry. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. which could then be pulled down."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. 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.""That is it. Casaubon. Bulstrode. the long and the short of it is. looking up at Mr. she recovered her equanimity. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. vanity. a man nearly sixty." said the Rector.""That is all very fine. Do you approve of that.

 They say. And the village." said Sir James. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. who had certainly an impartial mind. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. 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. and had changed his dress." said Mrs. Brooke said. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. was seated on a bench." said Dorothea.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before." he said. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. One gets rusty in this part of the country."Mr. Dorotheas.