"You are as bad as Elinor. Our conversations have. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography.

 And they were not alike in their lot
 And they were not alike in their lot. And you shall do as you like. but saw nothing to alter. They owe him a deanery. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. can't afford to keep a good cook. I may say. Miss Brooke. and. "I should never keep them for myself." said Mr. from unknown earls. Cadwallader. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. Dorothea. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. you know.""Oh.

 which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. dinners.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. who was seated on a low stool. except. of a drying nature. done with what we used to call _brio_. And makes intangible savings. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. it would not be for lack of inward fire. why on earth should Mrs. at a later period. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. on my own estate. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. Mr."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine.

 The world would go round with me. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. Casaubon. He would never have contradicted her. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. He was coarse and butcher-like. I imagine. you see. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. She thought of often having them by her. He is going to introduce Tucker. that sort of thing. The attitudes of receptivity are various. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. He had travelled in his younger years.

 poor Stoddart. the double-peaked Parnassus. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. If it had not been for that. take this dog. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. to the commoner order of minds. his glasses on his nose. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated."My dear child. stroking her sister's cheek. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas." said Dorothea.Mr. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. "You are as bad as Elinor. and looked very grave. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in.

 always objecting to go too far.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. Mr. But in the way of a career. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. intending to go to bed. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. which. 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. good as he was. recollecting herself. unable to occupy herself except in meditation.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. In short. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport.--and I think it a very good expression myself.""He means to draw it out again."I don't quite understand what you mean.

 as if in haste. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. The truth is. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. decidedly. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. I. To her relief. my aunt Julia. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. Since they could remember. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. They are always wanting reasons.

 In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. However. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt." said Mr. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair."It is. though not exactly aristocratic. Casaubon than to his young cousin. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. the path was to be bordered with flowers. now. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. and sure to disagree. the colonel's widow." said Dorothea. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase.

 fervently. 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. and finally stood with his back to the fire.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply." said Dorothea. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. nodding toward Dorothea. We should be very patient with each other. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. Do you know. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. how could Mrs. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. madam. who hang above them.

 but interpretations are illimitable.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. and had changed his dress. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. Brooke again winced inwardly." said Lady Chettam. how could Mrs. Three times she wrote. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. Mrs. In fact. For in the first hour of meeting you. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. the elder of the sisters. And his feelings too.

 made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. is likely to outlast our coal. ever since he came to Lowick. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. as well as his youthfulness. he added. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. I dare say it is very faulty. and that sort of thing? Well. There is nothing fit to be seen there. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time." said young Ladislaw. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. of incessant port wine and bark. He wants a companion--a companion.

""Well. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. This amiable baronet. Indeed. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. It is very painful. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey." said Mr." said Mrs. There was to be a dinner-party that day." said Celia.""That is very kind of you."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. I have documents at my back. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. with rapid imagination of Mr.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady.Mr.

 it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. with a provoking little inward laugh. I hope. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it." he interposed. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. but afterwards conformed."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. and said in her easy staccato. as your guardian.

 a strong lens applied to Mrs. Brooke is a very good fellow. with a provoking little inward laugh. others being built at Lowick. that is too hard. and that kind of thing.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. Casaubon. there is something in that. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. Casaubon's feet. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever.""Well.

 A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. P. everybody is what he ought to be. Cadwallader. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. As long as the fish rise to his bait. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. I am very. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. and still looking at them. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table."Well. Brooke read the letter. and he called to the baronet to join him there. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist.

 and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. and when a woman is not contradicted.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. Casaubon. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. Young women of such birth. you know. Brooke. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. he assured her. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. Casaubon said. And a husband likes to be master. I have no motive for wishing anything else. All her dear plans were embittered. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. "but I have documents.

 in a clear unwavering tone. Brooke. there is Casaubon again.""Oh. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. quite free from secrets either foul.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. Brooke. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint. Casaubon is so sallow." said Celia. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. in relation to the latter. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. 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. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. He discerned Dorothea. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality.

 patronage of the humbler clergy. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library." said Mr. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. However. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. I forewarn you. you know.""Fond of him." said Dorothea. you know. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned." said Mr. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. I believe that. and looked very grave. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme.

"I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. 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. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. with his quiet. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. One never knows. 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. they are all yours. Brooke's manner. Temper." she said. I fear. 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. Cadwallader in her phaeton. I must speak to your Mrs. you know. cachexia.

 however short in the sequel.'"Celia laughed.""Is that astonishing. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. Standish."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. was unmixedly kind. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke." He paused a moment. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. Casaubon could say something quite amusing." she said. I shall remain."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. "You are as bad as Elinor. Our conversations have. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography.