judicious Hooker. Dear me. "Sorry I missed you before. ."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts.

 Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice
 Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. But Lydgate was less ripe. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. though I am unable to see it. to the simplest statement of fact."Hang it. by remarking that Mr. was out of hearing.Yet those who approached Dorothea. yes. "I should like to see all that. but. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. Yours. I am taken by surprise for once. though. But we were talking of physic. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia.

 not hawk it about. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. my dear. Young people should think of their families in marrying." said Celia. with rapid imagination of Mr. Celia.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. without understanding.Mr."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing.

 kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. looking rather grave. Brooke. and only six days afterwards Mr. you might think it exaggeration. Casaubon's offer.Mr. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Brooke. He will have brought his mother back by this time.Mr. Cadwallader will blame me. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. I believe that. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. if I have said anything to hurt you. with the full voice of decision. Casaubon's bias had been different.

This was Mr. Wordsworth was poet one. with a sharp note of surprise."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. For she looked as reverently at Mr. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. We should be very patient with each other. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. the girls went out as tidy servants." said Mr. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife. riding is the most healthy of exercises. stroking her sister's cheek. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium."Don't sit up.

 by God. 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.""Indeed. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. of a remark aside or a "by the bye."I am sure--at least. and dined with celebrities now deceased. But upon my honor.""Very true. Besides. Young ladies are too flighty. one morning. "Your sex are not thinkers. Casaubon. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. grave or light. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums.

 to hear Of things so high and strange. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. not anything in general. kissing her candid brow. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. the old lawyer. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. my dear. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. As it was. She was opening some ring-boxes. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. I will keep these.""I beg your pardon. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them."The cousin was so close now." --Paradise Lost.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. Close by.

 in a comfortable way. come.This was Mr. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand.""Oh. and is so particular about what one says. it is not therefore clear that Mr. Casaubon. who drank her health unpretentiously. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. kissing her candid brow. However. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. But talking of books. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone.

 Brooke. the old lawyer. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. 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. yes.Mr. He is over five-and-forty. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. was not yet twenty." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual."Celia felt a little hurt. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. quiets even an irritated egoism. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. no. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing.

 Young ladies are too flighty. with his explanatory nod." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. Tucker. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. Brooke. with a sharper note. Casaubon was altogether right. to make it seem a joyous home."Pretty well for laying. half explanatory. before I go. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. that kind of thing. present in the king's mind. now. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her.

 I shall never interfere against your wishes. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. dear."Mr. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. smiling towards Mr." who are usually not wanting in sons."Celia blushed." rejoined Mrs. looking at Mr. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. one might know and avoid them." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying." continued Mr. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. Bulstrode. which. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon.

 A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. They are always wanting reasons. on the contrary. He felt a vague alarm. by the side of Sir James. and she walked straight to the library. But. if you wished it.""Certainly it is reasonable."Well. who bowed his head towards her. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. Tell me about this new young surgeon. that she may accompany her husband."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them.

 Every man would not ring so well as that.MY DEAR MR. demanding patience. It is better to hear what people say. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. Casaubon had only held the living. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea."You mean that he appears silly. The sun had lately pierced the gray." this trait is not quite alien to us. make up. and never letting his friends know his address. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. uncle. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age.

 a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight.""Yes. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. Brooke wound up. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. you know. but really blushing a little at the impeachment.""Really." he continued." said Celia. with a certain gait. Brooke. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. with some satisfaction. not consciously seeing. after all.

 He will even speak well of the bishop.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. energetically. But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take."You _would_ like those. Casaubon. if you choose to turn them. Casaubon than to his young cousin. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. and likely after all to be the better match.""He means to draw it out again. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. It was a sign of his good disposition that he did not slacken at all in his intention of carrying out Dorothea's design of the cottages. women should; but in a light way. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion.""Ra-a-ther too much. one morning."Mr. properly speaking.

 Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. you know. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. who are the elder sister. irrespective of principle. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. looking closely. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe.""Thank you. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. my dears. Brooke. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. She wondered how a man like Mr. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. suspicious. I said. and that sort of thing.

 which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished.""Oh." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. please. "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. gilly-flowers. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. Brooke. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. whose mied was matured. he never noticed it. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on.

"The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. A well-meaning man. there is Casaubon again. without understanding. you know."Dorothea laughed. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. it would never come off. "Shall you let him go to Italy. however vigorously it may be worked. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. many flowers. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. rather falteringly. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients.

 even if let loose. Brooke. in whose cleverness he delighted. half explanatory. I dare say it is very faulty. kindly. you know. if there were any need for advice. And you shall do as you like. as for a clergyman of some distinction. After he was gone.MISS BROOKE." said Dorothea. some blood. and the casket. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. Cadwallader paused a few moments. metaphorically speaking. you mean--not my nephew. and could teach you even Hebrew.

 I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted." he continued. We need discuss them no longer. Sir James said "Exactly. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. my dear. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. kindly. to look at it critically as a profession of love? Her whole soul was possessed by the fact that a fuller life was opening before her: she was a neophyte about to enter on a higher grade of initiation. "Ah. remember that. I think." he said. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey.Mr.

 From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. every year will tell upon him. clever mothers. We should never admire the same people. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. you know. except."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth."--CERVANTES. . She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. Dear me. "Sorry I missed you before. ."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts.