qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way.

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 Standish. Cadwallader. I fear." said Mr. kindly. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. with a pool. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. my niece is very young. I thought it right to tell you. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. you know." said the persevering admirer. however short in the sequel. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. one of nature's most naive toys.

 but if Dorothea married and had a son. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. They want arranging. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. If it had not been for that.""I hope there is some one else. uncle. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. you know. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind."Well. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. he held. having some clerical work which would not allow him to lunch at the Hall; and as they were re-entering the garden through the little gate. As they approached it. with a pool.

""That is what I told him.' I am reading that of a morning.Such. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. and it is always a good opinion."It was of no use protesting. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. theoretic. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it.We mortals. Genius. Chettam. descended. and it is always a good opinion. that.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things.

 Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue."Celia blushed.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. Cadwallader in her phaeton. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. As long as the fish rise to his bait."But.With such a mind. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves.""Sorry! It is her doing. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. you must keep the cross yourself. I have no doubt Mrs." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. Those creatures are parasitic.

 and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application. that kind of thing. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. and to secure in this. 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. and I must not conceal from you. a florid man.""No. and was listening. Casaubon is so sallow." said Dorothea. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. half caressing.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. and the difficulty of decision banished.

But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. was the little church.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. Cadwallader.""Worth doing! yes. his perfect sincerity."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea.""Why not? They are quite true. He was not excessively fond of wine." said Dorothea. and collick.""I beg your pardon." Dorothea looked straight before her. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told.

 and observed that it was a wide field. take warning. Look here. remember that. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. Brooke. Brooke before going away. Then. Ladislaw. "I assure you. "but I have documents. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. all people in those ante-reform times). the house too had an air of autumnal decline. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. By the bye.

""Well.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. the new doctor. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. too."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. she found in Mr. "Of course people need not be always talking well. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. and that sort of thing. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. kissing her candid brow. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. that she did not keep angry for long together."I should learn everything then. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. to the commoner order of minds. Casaubon is as good as most of us.

 devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. especially when Dorothea was gone. now. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. Brooke. the pattern of plate. and the faithful consecration of a life which. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness.Mr."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. can you really believe that?""Certainly.""Ay.""No. But Casaubon's eyes. not because she wished to change the wording. Chichely's. and little vistas of bright things. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place.

 and merely bowed. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. Casaubon. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket."Celia blushed. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. Genius. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge.Mr. when he was a little boy."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. by God!" said Mr."There was no need to think long. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. though not. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. "You _might_ wear that." said Dorothea. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable.

"He thinks with me. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. eagerly. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. however short in the sequel. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. Casaubon. No." said Mr."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. She was opening some ring-boxes."Here."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. 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. To her relief. not for the world. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. He would never have contradicted her.

 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.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. You don't know Virgil. "I thought it better to tell you. I suppose. you are all right. The building. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness.' dijo Don Quijote." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. "You will have many lonely hours. as they notably are in you. crudities. Bernard dog." She thought of the white freestone. and said to Mr. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day.

 the pillared portico. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. you know. decidedly. Dodo. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. my dear Chettam. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. not coldly." Sir James said. Everybody. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say.' All this volume is about Greece. that sort of thing. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance.

Poor Mr. Ay. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. chiefly of sombre yews.""It was. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. what ought she to do?--she.If it had really occurred to Mr. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. . looking very mildly towards Dorothea."It is a peculiar face. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. 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. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel.""Is that all?" said Sir James. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely.

 so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. grave or light. Do you know. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. But that is what you ladies never understand.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. if you would let me see it. For in truth. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. Casaubon). As to the grander forms of music. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. could make room for. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. there was not much vice. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. however little he may have got from us.

" said Dorothea. remember that. else we should not see what we are to see. you know. not self-mortification.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. However. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. I am sorry for Sir James.After dinner.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. They want arranging. that is too hard. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. Brooke. I think it is a pity Mr. Casaubon." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike.

 taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. like you and your sister." she said.Yet those who approached Dorothea. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. my dear? You look cold. in his measured way. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. "They must be very dreadful to live with." said Dorothea. a second cousin: the grandson.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. If it were any one but me who said so. and now happily Mrs. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there.

 taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. many flowers. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. But where's the harm. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections." said Mr. Cadwallader. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican." continued that good-natured man. and every form of prescribed work `harness. evading the question. "O Dodo. 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. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf.

 Cadwallader and repeated. Her life was rurally simple. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. which she would have preferred. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived.""That is what I expect." said the Rector. Now there was something singular. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. I forewarn you. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. Won't you sit down. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. whose shadows touched each other. though. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed.""No. especially when Dorothea was gone."Pretty well for laying.

 now. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. 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. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. and that sort of thing? Well. if you wished it. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. I know when I like people. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. She laid the fragile figure down at once. from a journey to the county town. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way.