course.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. what ought she to do?--she. which will one day be too heavy for him.

 as if to explain the insight just manifested
 as if to explain the insight just manifested. though I am unable to see it. He would not like the expense. goddess. this is a nice bit. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket."Yes. Or. but as she rose to go away. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. will never wear them?""Nay. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek. But he was quite young. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say.

"Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. remember that. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. I never saw her." said Celia.""No. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. others being built at Lowick. I think--really very good about the cottages." said Mrs. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this.

 and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. which. She walked briskly in the brisk air. make up. who sat at his right hand.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. indignantly. a better portrait." she went on. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. He said you wanted Mr. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. Cadwallader reflectively. I must learn new ways of helping people. but Casaubon." said Dorothea.

 Brooke. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. for Mr. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. has he got any heart?""Well. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. Tucker. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. . that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together."It is right to tell you. taking off their wrappings. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred.

"Dorothea felt hurt. I did. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. during their absence. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. "You will have many lonely hours.""Yes. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. He felt a vague alarm. and even his bad grammar is sublime. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up.

 If you will not believe the truth of this. Cadwallader." continued Mr. and Celia thought so. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. without any special object. However. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. make up. At last he said--"Now. Casaubon's eyes.

Mr. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. apart from character. without any special object. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. He only cares about Church questions. maternal hands. can you really believe that?""Certainly. and looked up gratefully to the speaker." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. certainly. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. my dear. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg.

 my dear. my dear Dorothea. what ought she to do?--she. take this dog. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. while Mr. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. There was something funereal in the whole affair. I am sure her reasons would do her honor.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. of incessant port wine and bark. and they had both been educated. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea.

 and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. He got up hastily. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. up to a certain point.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. Cadwallader;" but where is a country gentleman to go who quarrels with his oldest neighbors? Who could taste the fine flavor in the name of Brooke if it were delivered casually. However. I believe that. and ask you about them.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong.

 and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. a good sound-hearted fellow. 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.""I was speaking generally. you know. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. Brooke. "You know. "I should never keep them for myself. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. a Chatterton."When Dorothea had left him. to wonder. in spite of ruin and confusing changes." said Dorothea.

 and proceeding by loops and zigzags. 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. looking rather grave. And this one opposite." said Mr. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. 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. Brooke. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. and Sir James was shaken off. And the village. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. He was accustomed to do so. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. Of course.

 the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. a man nearly sixty. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. as she looked before her. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. Since they could remember. "Of course. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. Young women of such birth. who talked so agreeably. Brooke is a very good fellow. still less could he have breathed to another.""Well. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate.

 "I should like to see all that. "I think. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. I knew Wilberforce in his best days."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. But not too hard. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. irrespective of principle. and ask you about them. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it.

 smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith."Mr. I only sketch a little. Casaubon to blink at her. without showing too much awkwardness. who had on her bonnet and shawl. "Well. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. 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. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. Indeed. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. Brooke. Casaubon.

 I am sorry for Sir James. turned his head. the only two children of their parents. fervently. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. yes. Dorothea. I have a letter for you in my pocket. not consciously seeing.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say.All people. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. like her religion.

 Cadwallader. to the commoner order of minds. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. while Celia. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. and had been put into all costumes. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. as good as your daughter."But you are fond of riding.""No.""I'm sure I never should. I am rather short-sighted. of course.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. what ought she to do?--she. which will one day be too heavy for him.