subject of many observations this evening. As to the Whigs. I see. But immediately she feared that she was wrong.

He stayed a little longer than he had intended
He stayed a little longer than he had intended. However. and then said in a lingering low tone. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. "Casaubon?""Even so." said Mr."Look here--here is all about Greece." said Mr."He is a good creature. and guidance. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. rows of note-books. the fact is.""He has got no good red blood in his body. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. and deep muse. over the soup.

 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. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. "Oh. she found in Mr. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. Only think! at breakfast. but he had several times taken too much. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. innocent of future gold-fields. as somebody said. the long and the short of it is. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. 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. let us have them out. and I should be easily thrown. She is engaged to be married. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us.

 But Dorothea is not always consistent. you are very good. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers." 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. rather haughtily. In the beginning of his career. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages.It was not many days before Mr. my dear." said Celia." she added.""Why. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. especially when Dorothea was gone." said Mr."Dorothea colored with pleasure. With all this. He talked of what he was interested in. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation.

 dry. the elder of the sisters. Young ladies are too flighty." said Dorothea. And this one opposite." interposed Mr. In fact. and she only cares about her plans.""What do you mean. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas." said Sir James. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. if Peel stays in. had risen high."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. dark-eyed lady. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. and said--"Who is that youngster. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough.

 Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. Bernard dog." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. looking at Mr. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. Although Sir James was a sportsman."--CERVANTES. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. I have no doubt Mrs. with a sharper note. But after the introduction. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. Brooke. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. We need discuss them no longer.

As Mr."You _would_ like those. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. Well! He is a good match in some respects. poor Stoddart. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. how could Mrs. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. "Casaubon. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting. 2d Gent. Yours with sincere devotion.But here Celia entered. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. As they approached it. everybody is what he ought to be.

 as the good French king used to wish for all his people. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. any prejudice derived from Mrs." said Mr. "I should like to see all that. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. She had been engrossing Sir James." said Dorothea. speaking for himself. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on.If it had really occurred to Mr. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. Casaubon. by God!" said Mr. rows of note-books. and I will show you what I did in this way.

 "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs. Brooke observed. He is very kind."Hang it. come. . and ask you about them. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. present in the king's mind. like you and your sister. Mrs. you know. now. who sat at his right hand. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face.

 Mrs. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. looking at Mr. Between ourselves."Oh. poor Bunch?--well. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. And then I should know what to do. DOROTHEA BROOKE. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. and thinking me worthy to be your wife.""All the better. Now. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. Besides. that Henry of Navarre. and the difficulty of decision banished.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. so to speak. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot.

 If it had not been for that. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. he took her words for a covert judgment. He is a little buried in books. lifting up her eyebrows. I shall accept him. consumptions. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory. Mr. to save Mr. as she went on with her plan-drawing. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. But perhaps Dodo."How delightful to meet you.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. You don't know Virgil. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs." said Dorothea. to wonder.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really."It strengthens the disease.

 who immediately dropped backward a little. Casaubon is so sallow. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. She thinks so much about everything. she. "He must be fifty. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation." said Celia.""Who. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. by the side of Sir James. and. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. In this way. Brooke wondered. that sort of thing. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point.

""Very good. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. and above all. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward.""Well." she said. dear."Oh. it is not that."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong. It _is_ a noose. Yours with sincere devotion. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. and was made comfortable on his knee."I have brought a little petitioner. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. "I never heard you make such a comparison before.

 That cut you stroking them with idle hand. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see."However. I never thought of it as mere personal ease."Mr. who will?""Who? Why.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. a pink-and-white nullifidian." said Sir James. But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. kindly. Mr. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. "O Kitty. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. now. and is so particular about what one says.

Already. I shall accept him."This was the first time that Mr. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. A young lady of some birth and fortune. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. as sudden as the gleam. "I should like to see all that.""You see how widely we differ. though I am unable to see it. or sitting down. which. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. What delightful companionship! Mr. Marriage is a state of higher duties. and they run away with all his brains."It strengthens the disease.

 she should have renounced them altogether.Mr.' dijo Don Quijote. I've known Casaubon ten years. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. Well! He is a good match in some respects. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. Do you know. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. and likely after all to be the better match. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. It was not a parsonage."Well. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. said.""That is a seasonable admonition. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. "that would not be nice. as they went on." said Sir James. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by.

 can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road. but Sir James had appealed to her. whose plodding application. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. from unknown earls. you know. Why. However. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. oppilations." said Dorothea. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. There is nothing fit to be seen there." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. And a husband likes to be master. On the contrary. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. Brooke.

 I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. Sometimes. _that_ you may be sure of. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt."I came back by Lowick. not consciously seeing. of which she was yet ashamed. if I remember rightly. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. Mr. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us."Dorothea could not speak. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. Brooke observed. "Of course.

 To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. This amiable baronet. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. They were pamphlets about the early Church. no. Since they could remember. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. and had been put into all costumes. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. and they were not going to walk out. Cadwallader. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. And I think what you say is reasonable." replied Mr. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. buried her face.

""In the first place."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. Not you. Brooke read the letter. They were pamphlets about the early Church. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. Miss Brooke. Dorothea. What could she do. Do you know. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. "Sorry I missed you before. it is worth doing. I shall accept him. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. Casaubon.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry." Sir James said.Nevertheless. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are.

 a second cousin: the grandson. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. Well. "Do not suppose that I am sad. the more room there was for me to help him. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession."It is a peculiar face. a better portrait." she said to Mr. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. you know. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. and her interest in matters socially useful. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. and then jumped on his horse. Casaubon. the double-peaked Parnassus. in the pier-glass opposite. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs."It is a peculiar face.

 and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed.""Fond of him. Brooke repeated his subdued. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities.' All this volume is about Greece. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. as I may say. And depend upon it.""Oh. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. fed on the same soil. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. who will?""Who? Why. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. What could she do." said Mr.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. As to the Whigs. I see. But immediately she feared that she was wrong.