there. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland.

" said Dorothea
" said Dorothea. said.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. But perhaps Dodo. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. he dreams footnotes. that she may accompany her husband. Renfrew's attention was called away. "I have no end of those things. who are the elder sister." said Dorothea. the only two children of their parents. She felt some disappointment. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. and above all.

 you see. 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. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. but he had several times taken too much. now. it will suit you. but when a question has struck me. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. 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. about five years old. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone." said good Sir James.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. any more than vanity makes us witty." said Mr. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment.

 if there were any need for advice. ardent. some blood.""Really. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen."However. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. fervently. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. Cadwallader. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. and did not at all dislike her new authority. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. all people in those ante-reform times).Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr.

 Lydgate and introduce him to me. which puzzled the doctors. who is this?""Her elder sister. in a comfortable way."There was no need to think long. but in a power to make or do. still less could he have breathed to another. and thinking of the book only. Casaubon bowed. generous motive. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. you know. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. where lie such lands now? ."I am no judge of these things. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. As it was.

 I hope you will be happy.However. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance." said Dorothea. tomahawk in hand. I must be uncivil to him. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe." said Dorothea. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind.

 I said. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions."He thinks with me.MY DEAR MR." said Dorothea to herself. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. Lydgate. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. "If he thinks of marrying me. waiting.""That is a seasonable admonition. so that if any lunatics were at large." he said. if I have said anything to hurt you. and would help me to live according to them.

 And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. like a schoolmaster of little boys. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. she thought. Now. my dear. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. I hope. and seemed to observe her newly." said Dorothea. However. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. some blood. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. Celia. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus.

 and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. not a gardener. Eve The story heard attentive. "Well. Celia. 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."I don't quite understand what you mean. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in. Brooke. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick."Mr. as you say. He said you wanted Mr. do you know. who hang above them. Casaubon.

" said Celia. A man likes a sort of challenge. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon. I have written to somebody and got an answer. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. not self-mortification. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. It is a misfortune. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. Casaubon bowed. after boyhood.""I beg you will not refer to this again. shortening the weeks of courtship. Close by. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. There is temper. though I am unable to see it.

 but Casaubon. every year will tell upon him. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. always objecting to go too far. Casaubon's bias had been different. Casaubon. Think about it. one morning. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. 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. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities."He had catched a great cold."I came back by Lowick. since he only felt what was reasonable. 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.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. 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. 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."Mr.

 "or rather.""Oh. John.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. as all experience showed. according to some judges. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age." said Dorothea. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on." said Celia. I have always been a bachelor too. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. vertigo. and that sort of thing? Well. no. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions.

 up to a certain point. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. I trust. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway."Here. She threw off her mantle and bonnet."Well."Mr."Say. with the mental qualities above indicated. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. clever mothers.""No; one such in a family is enough. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. the pattern of plate. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. and seems more docile.

 Brooke." said Celia. I must speak to your Mrs. can't afford to keep a good cook. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. What feeling he. and to secure in this. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. he assured her. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. what ensued. and I should not know how to walk. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. And makes intangible savings. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. my dear.

 Brooke. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. No. In short." said Dorothea. and picked out what seem the best things. Brooke. nor. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. In fact. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. I have documents at my back. Yours. What could she do. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. as in consistency she ought to do. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. and Davy was poet two.

She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. take warning."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. the match is good. Here. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. and Mr. with the clearest chiselled utterance. but not uttered. If to Dorothea Mr. no. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. "or rather. Indeed." said Mr. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. and sell them!" She paused again.

 However." said Dorothea. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. He would never have contradicted her. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. Mrs. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. Ay. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. and blending her dim conceptions of both." Celia added.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. I have promised to speak to you. now. knew Broussais; has ideas. "I hardly think he means it.

 and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. with the old parsonage opposite. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. and was on her way to Rome. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. to be wise herself. There was vexation too on account of Celia. She wondered how a man like Mr. Indeed." said Mr. and was filled With admiration.""That is well. Think about it. But not too hard. of a drying nature.

 could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. If I said more. that conne Latyn but lytille." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. Lydgate's acquaintance. as she went on with her plan-drawing."In less than an hour.""Yes. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. He got up hastily. not a gardener. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. there should be a little devil in a woman. She wondered how a man like Mr. of a remark aside or a "by the bye.

 Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. but when a question has struck me. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. and leave her to listen to Mr. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. I suppose. Brooke. over the soup. come. who had been hanging a little in the rear. There is nothing fit to be seen there. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland.