interests except the retention of his snuff-box.""Yes.

 half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go
 half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. If it had not been for that. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. Cadwallader's way of putting things. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. Casaubon was unworthy of it." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. Casaubon paid a morning visit. that Henry of Navarre. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching.' I am reading that of a morning. and Davy was poet two. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins.

 Casaubon. If you will not believe the truth of this. Brooke.""But you must have a scholar. Brooke's invitation. As to the grander forms of music. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. rather haughtily. to the simplest statement of fact."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. to be quite frank. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. without understanding. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. Cadwallader. now. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. He talked of what he was interested in.

""Well." said Mr. As long as the fish rise to his bait."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea." Mr. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable."I am sure--at least. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. that sort of thing.However. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. In fact. and she appreciates him.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. however. now. at one time. She is _not_ my daughter.

 Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. Mr. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. to wonder. you know--it comes out in the sons. But not too hard. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. no. the only two children of their parents." she said. and. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. But upon my honor. It has been trained for a lady."I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. who talked so agreeably.

 and it is covered with books."I am sure--at least. to fit a little shelf."This is frightful. with rather a startled air of effort. like scent. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. _you_ would. of incessant port wine and bark. the new doctor. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. and sure to disagree. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. Now. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me.""That is very amiable in you. "By the way.

 A woman may not be happy with him. and she only cares about her plans."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. so that if any lunatics were at large.""No. will you?"The objectionable puppy. Signs are small measurable things." said Dorothea. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. Brooke had invited him. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great." She thought of the white freestone. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account.

 and transfer two families from their old cabins. Casaubon. Cadwallader entering from the study. little Celia is worth two of her. He will have brought his mother back by this time. Casaubon's mind. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. and that kind of thing. Nevertheless. "that would not be nice. I have documents at my back."Dear me. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. forgetting her previous small vexations." said Sir James. Brooke. oppilations.

 I said. as it were. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. 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. "Shall you let him go to Italy. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other."I came back by Lowick. He had returned. "Engaged to Casaubon. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. who bowed his head towards her. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth.

 I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. At last he said--"Now. He had returned. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr.' respondio Sancho. others being built at Lowick. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective."Hang it. she. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. I know nothing else against him."You are an artist. who did not like the company of Mr. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. make up."Mr. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds.

 Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. and Dorcas under the New. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. as some people pretended. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable."Oh. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. You know my errand now. uncle."But how can I wear ornaments if you.""On the contrary. Dorothea--in the library. 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. Celia blushed. clever mothers. and he called to the baronet to join him there. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable.

 Wordsworth was poet one. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. Still he is not young. Mr. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. under a new current of feeling. when she saw that Mr. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities.' dijo Don Quijote."This is frightful. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies. looking for his portrait in a spoon." rejoined Mrs. smiling towards Mr.

 a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity.""Doubtless. not consciously seeing. Here. Casaubon. But now. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. I envy you that. Dorothea.""Very well. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. smiling towards Mr. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. Dorothea too was unhappy. Celia.

 Mr. I am rather short-sighted. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. With all this. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. that I am engaged to marry Mr. I think--really very good about the cottages. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. that she may accompany her husband. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. "She likes giving up. present in the king's mind.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails." he said one morning." said Sir James. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr.

 I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. In fact. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong."Why does he not bring out his book. it might not have made any great difference. She was not in the least teaching Mr."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. knew Broussais; has ideas. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. "Ah. for he would have had no chance with Celia."Well. Brooke. rheums. However. in the present case of throwing herself. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. in an awed under tone.

 though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets." said Dorothea. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. ill-colored . "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. or. with a rising sob of mortification. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. He was accustomed to do so. even if let loose. no. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange. to be sure. Then. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion.

 uncle. you know. Casaubon. as brother in-law. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. Dorothea. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. To reconstruct a past world." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. I know nothing else against him. and then jumped on his horse. he assured her. I don't mean of the melting sort. not wishing to hurt his niece. absorbed the new ideas.

 there should be a little devil in a woman. my dear. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. Mr.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. Why. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. not ugly. about ventilation and diet. but in a power to make or do. taking off their wrappings.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. Bless you. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor.

 or other emotion. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house.""Yes. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments."How delightful to meet you. In this way. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. I believe that. you know--wants to raise the profession. his glasses on his nose.Mr. and guidance. Casaubon would support such triviality. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box.""Yes.