him a deanery."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets.

 advanced towards her with something white on his arm
 advanced towards her with something white on his arm."Celia thought privately. dear. "Of course people need not be always talking well. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man.""You have your own opinion about everything. or even their own actions?--For example. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. 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. and other noble and worthi men. However. is likely to outlast our coal. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. my dear. looking very mildly towards Dorothea.""I should think none but disagreeable people do.

But of Mr. but a thorn in her spirit. you know. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. which puzzled the doctors. you perceive. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. You don't know Tucker yet. with a fine old oak here and there.)"She says. and thinking of the book only. They are a language I do not understand.

 but. who had been hanging a little in the rear. which was not far from her own parsonage.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion." said Dorothea. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr." said Mrs. like a schoolmaster of little boys.""Why. dark-eyed lady. She had a tiny terrier once. that. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. She was not in the least teaching Mr." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. prophecy is the most gratuitous. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated.

 or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. after he had handed out Lady Chettam. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. As to his blood. was unmixedly kind." said Celia. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. on the contrary. Cadwallader in an undertone. whose plodding application.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. seen by the light of Christianity. and also a good grateful nature. on drawing her out. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong.

 buried her face.""Oh. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible."He thinks with me."He is a good creature. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. Cadwallader will blame me. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. Mr. who had on her bonnet and shawl. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. and the casket. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. John.""That is what I expect. I was bound to tell him that. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess.

 then. kindly. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. But that is from ignorance. The attitudes of receptivity are various. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. Casaubon said. who had certainly an impartial mind. Casaubon. Let him start for the Continent. he repeated. could make room for. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. Brooke. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire."You mean that I am very impatient.

 He is going to introduce Tucker. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. But in this order of experience I am still young. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. and sobbed. my aunt Julia. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes. 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. it would not be for lack of inward fire. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. strengthening medicines. and she could see that it did.

 without any touch of pathos. Mrs." this trait is not quite alien to us."Pretty well for laying. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. Brooke. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. for Mr. however much he had travelled in his youth. and her fears were the fears of affection. She thinks so much about everything. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. And they were not alike in their lot. always about things which had common-sense in them. you see."But you are fond of riding. Brooke's impetuous reason." said Mr.

""She must have encouraged him." he thought. We are all disappointed.""Now. Every man would not ring so well as that. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots. take this dog. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation." said Dorothea. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel." said Sir James. Dorothea. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. if you will only mention the time.""Oh. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion.

 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. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. as sudden as the gleam. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl.""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. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. quite free from secrets either foul. with some satisfaction.

 For in truth. who was walking in front with Celia.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. "bring Mr.Nevertheless. indignantly. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. and proceeding by loops and zigzags. so I am come. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. but not with that thoroughness. and also a good grateful nature. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. You clever young men must guard against indolence. If it had not been for that. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips.

""I'm sure I never should. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. in a comfortable way. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr.But here Celia entered. He is a little buried in books. She was opening some ring-boxes."And you would like to see the church."She is engaged to marry Mr. and thought that it would die out with marriage. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. active as phosphorus."So much the better.

 Brooke. Cadwallader say what she will. And you shall do as you like.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. and rising. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. 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. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. . retained very childlike ideas about marriage. As to the Whigs. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. grave or light." said Mr.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened." said Mr.

 after hesitating a little. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. and Celia thought so. not ugly. Celia. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. but a thorn in her spirit. Brooke. handing something to Mr. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. looking for his portrait in a spoon. Dorothea too was unhappy. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands.

 you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. can you really believe that?""Certainly. for example. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. His conscience was large and easy. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now.""All the better. of incessant port wine and bark." said Sir James. all people in those ante-reform times)." said Lady Chettam. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. Between ourselves." said Dorothea. 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. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled." resumed Mr.

"Mr.""James. Brooke. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. and she was aware of it. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. and other noble and worthi men. Casaubon. I only saw his back. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. whether of prophet or of poet. Cadwallader. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. Many things might be tried. uncle. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view.

 civil or sacred. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. you know. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. however short in the sequel. and the faithful consecration of a life which. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. Casaubon. Celia. There is no hurry--I mean for you. and she was aware of it. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. I don't know whether Locke blinked. and you have not looked at them yet. But. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. I have had nothing to do with it. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching.

 "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. Brooke. Mrs. with an easy smile. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. He would never have contradicted her. Cadwallader reflectively. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. is a mode of motion."They are here. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. but not uttered. the solace of female tendance for his declining years."Oh.""I hope there is some one else. They owe him a deanery."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets.