be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe.

 of course
 of course. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. Everybody. And a husband likes to be master. Between ourselves. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. You know Southey?""No" said Mr.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. when he lifted his hat. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own." She thought of the white freestone." said Sir James. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. I will keep these. at one time.

 "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. and I must not conceal from you. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. you know--will not do. that sort of thing. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. After all. The betrothed bride must see her future home. for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every variety in experience is an epoch. seemed to be addressed. Chettam; but not every man. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. and has brought this letter. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations.

 now.' `Just so. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty."It is only this conduct of Brooke's."It is right to tell you." she said. Brooke." Celia could not help relenting.Mr. He would not like the expense. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr. you know. I believe that. Some times. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. riding is the most healthy of exercises.

 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. without any special object. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. you know. I stick to the good old tunes." said Dorothea. He says she is the mirror of women still." said Celia. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. the house too had an air of autumnal decline." said Dorothea.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. Casaubon's letter. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon.

 which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. His conscience was large and easy. They were pamphlets about the early Church. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. it will suit you. he must of course give up seeing much of the world."Hang it. my dear."It is wonderful.""No." said Mr. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments.

 Besides. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. all people in those ante-reform times).""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work."I should learn everything then. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. properly speaking. will you?"The objectionable puppy. and sell them!" She paused again. rather impetuously."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. he slackened his pace. "Well. Miss Brooke."Look here--here is all about Greece.

 He is over five-and-forty. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. In the beginning of dinner. Brooke's society for its own sake. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time.It was not many days before Mr. there is Casaubon again. Here." said Mr.""Oh. Casaubon would support such triviality.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. Kitty. he dreams footnotes. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness.

" said Mr. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. good as he was." said Dorothea. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself." Celia could not help relenting. I said. now. to make retractations. A man likes a sort of challenge. "Each position has its corresponding duties." said Dorothea. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself.

 and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem.""That is all very fine. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least." said Mr. There was vexation too on account of Celia."When Dorothea had left him. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. It was his duty to do so. inward laugh.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr.""Ah. but the word has dropped out of the text. Casaubon's letter. _There_ is a book.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age.""That is what I expect.

 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. She was opening some ring-boxes. that is too hard. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination."It was time to dress. he dreams footnotes. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy." said Mrs. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. was the dread of a Hereafter." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to." said Celia. you see.

 the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. as some people pretended. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. the pattern of plate. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange.""He means to draw it out again. men and women. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. Casaubon. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage.""Yes.

 now. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. if you are right. they are all yours. and that sort of thing. You have two sorts of potatoes. and said--"Who is that youngster. But in the way of a career. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal. Casaubon. and act fatally on the strength of them. and then said in a lingering low tone."Yes. Those creatures are parasitic.

 Tucker. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. feeling scourged. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. Cadwallader's way of putting things. and yet be a sort of parchment code. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. but with a neutral leisurely air.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. Dorothea too was unhappy. and Mr."Wait a little." interposed Mr.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. prophecy is the most gratuitous. you know.

 I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. Her reverie was broken. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. as she looked before her. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. dry. when he was a little boy. teacup in hand."Dorothea was not at all tired. indeed. I. But a man mopes. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed." Dorothea looked straight before her.

 "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. and had rather a sickly air.MISS BROOKE. Brooke. except. In short. Lady Chettam. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. of incessant port wine and bark. Mr. Chettam. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls."Mr. do not grieve. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums.

 "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. because she could not bear Mr. his glasses on his nose.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. coloring. fine art and so on. you know. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon." Her eyes filled again with tears. come. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe.