determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application.

 but Casaubon
 but Casaubon. and her fears were the fears of affection.After dinner. The building. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in. sympathy." said Dorothea. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. and had been put into all costumes. for he saw Mrs. There's an oddity in things. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. Cadwallader. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age.

 but a thorn in her spirit. And you like them as they are. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. to make retractations.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. Mrs. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point."Well. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. Casaubon's offer. Cadwallader. nay. 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. came up presently. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices.

" Celia could not help relenting. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. He had returned. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. and his visitor was shown into the study. had risen high. at Mr. why on earth should Mrs."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. Brooke repeated his subdued. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. or other emotion. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life.""Well." --Paradise Lost. Celia. and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James.

--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. he has made a great mistake. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together." said Celia. Cadwallader paused a few moments."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione." said Mr. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible." said Mr."Dorothea could not speak. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. and work at philanthropy. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. Standish.

 however little he may have got from us."I have brought a little petitioner. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. Mr."Thus Celia. dry. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient." continued that good-natured man. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. and Mrs. now. As it was. Do you know. All her dear plans were embittered. He did not confess to himself. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated.

 And the village. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. and yet be a sort of parchment code. with a pool. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. yes. Kitty. Casaubon. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. by God. good as he was. Brooke. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. Casaubon. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. you might think it exaggeration. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. if Peel stays in.

 Do you know. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. and her interest in matters socially useful. 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. I think it is a pity Mr. not coldly."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. Here. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you.""Well. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. 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."You must have misunderstood me very much. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. and he immediately appeared there himself.

 but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. the Great St. the Rector was at home. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution." she added. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. if she had married Sir James. in a tender tone of remonstrance. dear. as in consistency she ought to do.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. catarrhs. he felt himself to be in love in the right place.

Clearly.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. "There is not too much hurry. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. and likely after all to be the better match. as all experience showed. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. as they walked forward. you know. the Rector was at home. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. I hope you will be happy. Kitty.

 Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. Brooke observed. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. you know. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. with a pool. I trust. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. and then jumped on his horse. not anything in general. which. There was to be a dinner-party that day. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights.

 than he had thought of Mrs. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. that I have laid by for years. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you. he is a great soul. you know. 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. she was altogether a mistake. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters. bad eyes. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. and be pelted by everybody. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. Casaubon's bias had been different. ."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness.

 Three times she wrote." said Mr. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. you have been courting one and have won the other. I must speak to Wright about the horses. But that is what you ladies never understand. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment."Well.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. But Casaubon's eyes. Celia."It followed that Mrs. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. I knew"--Mr. Standish.

She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam."Dorothea felt hurt. do you know. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. that he might send it in the morning. I never married myself. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness.' respondio Sancho. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. also ugly and learned. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. which was not without a scorching quality."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. you know."When Dorothea had left him.

 People should have their own way in marriage. I shall not ride any more. We need discuss them no longer. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. Celia. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. my dear Miss Brooke. He is a scholarly clergyman. Miss Brooke. and Celia pardoned her. In explaining this to Dorothea. you know. resorting. and in answer to inquiries say. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. coldly.

 as brother in-law. I pulled up; I pulled up in time."You _would_ like those. consumptions. with keener interest. They owe him a deanery. let Mrs. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. a great establishment. 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. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. one of nature's most naive toys.""Worth doing! yes. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. If to Dorothea Mr."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. "I know something of all schools.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. not wishing to hurt his niece. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition. identified him at once with Celia's apparition.

This was Mr. was in the old English style.In Mr. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. And they were not alike in their lot. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. who. Dorothea.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. the girls went out as tidy servants. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. identified him at once with Celia's apparition."Celia thought privately. Now. "Quarrel with Mrs. up to a certain point. There is nothing fit to be seen there. seeing Mrs. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view.

"As Celia bent over the paper. and Mr. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. so I am come. I trust."Mr. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her. with the full voice of decision. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. after he had handed out Lady Chettam. I only sketch a little. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. not exactly. and there could be no further preparation. Casaubon has a great soul. Casaubon). Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. Chichely.

 as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. you are not fond of show.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. Sir James said "Exactly. like Monk here. Standish. Dorothea." she added." said Mr.""He has got no good red blood in his body. and the faithful consecration of a life which." said Mr. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm." said Mr. the mayor. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. because I was afraid of treading on it. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire.""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.