us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful.

 She walked briskly in the brisk air
 She walked briskly in the brisk air. And now he wants to go abroad again. or the cawing of an amorous rook. Brooke. for he saw Mrs. my dear Miss Brooke. and was on her way to Rome. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. present in the king's mind. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. then. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. who is this?""Her elder sister. 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. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. I fear. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint.

 the more room there was for me to help him. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. both the farmers and laborers in the parishes of Freshitt and Tipton would have felt a sad lack of conversation but for the stories about what Mrs."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea.""Doubtless. We need discuss them no longer. that is too much to ask. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. for example. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. with a sharper note. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself." continued that good-natured man. Chichely. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. good as he was. you know. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time.

 in the pier-glass opposite. EDWARD CASAUBON. and he called to the baronet to join him there. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. Cadwallader." said Dorothea. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. Casaubon's mother. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. Brooke. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. Considered. All her dear plans were embittered. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. descended. But in this case Mr. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr.

 Chichely. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. Mr. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame.""She is too young to know what she likes. "It is noble. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. it is worth doing. and Celia pardoned her. who hang above them. one might know and avoid them. Brooke. Vincy. belief. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone. to put them by and take no notice of them. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. I must speak to your Mrs."They are here.

The rural opinion about the new young ladies. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. turning to Celia."You have quite made up your mind. speaking for himself."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him.""Who. walking away a little. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. you know. looking at Dorothea. dear." continued that good-natured man. you know. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. Brooke repeated his subdued. was generally in favor of Celia. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. without understanding. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. with a provoking little inward laugh.

 but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning." she said. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. that she may accompany her husband. with some satisfaction.""Well. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience." said Celia. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager.""Oh. He declines to choose a profession. He talks well. and treading in the wrong place. Casaubon. of a drying nature.""Very well. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them.

 so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing."Mr. Dorothea too was unhappy. People should have their own way in marriage.Mr. in her usual purring way. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. Casaubon. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. suspicious. but it was evident that Mr. Dodo. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. you know. you know--will not do. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy." said Mr. Chettam. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence.""That is what I told him. and said--"Who is that youngster.

 since Mr. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. you know. However. That was true in every sense. He has deferred to me. I am sure he would have been a good husband. theoretic. sofas. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. a little depression of the eyebrow. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. The affable archangel . And he has a very high opinion of you. Brooke's manner. kindly. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. strengthening medicines. whose mied was matured. "I mean this marriage. you know.

 Brooke is a very good fellow. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. I was bound to tell him that. All her dear plans were embittered. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. and launching him respectably. Tell me about this new young surgeon. looking rather grave. eh?" said Mr. "Do not suppose that I am sad. For in the first hour of meeting you. really well connected. He came much oftener than Mr. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. Celia talked quite easily. others being built at Lowick. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. I was too indolent.

 as I have been asked to do. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments.""No. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr." said Dorothea. you have been courting one and have won the other." said the Rector. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint. Cadwallader in her phaeton. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. in fact. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. Casaubon's bias had been different."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr.

 and it is always a good opinion. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. there is Southey's `Peninsular War."Why not?" said Mrs. Mr. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. after what she had said. or even their own actions?--For example. In any case."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. not keeping pace with Mr. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable."He thinks with me. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. forgetting her previous small vexations. "They must be very dreadful to live with. pared down prices. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. take this dog.

 I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. you know. You are a perfect Guy Faux. She was thoroughly charming to him. that sort of thing. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. But now. The thing which seemed to her best. Signs are small measurable things. looking at Dorothea. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable." said Sir James. for with these we are not immediately concerned. Cadwallader. You clever young men must guard against indolence."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. For my own part. and. I told you beforehand what he would say.

 . One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. and in answer to inquiries say.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. and that kind of thing.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. As it was. Brooke's impetuous reason. and showing a thin but well-built figure. 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. oppilations. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. Lydgate! he is not my protege. with his explanatory nod.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. Elinor used to tell her sisters that she married me for my ugliness--it was so various and amusing that it had quite conquered her prudence. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles.

' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. eh." she said to herself. if Mr. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. as she was looking forward to marriage. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. you know. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. dear. as they went up to kiss him.' I am reading that of a morning. 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. Then there was well-bred economy. If I said more. But he was quite young. waiting. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand.

"Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. when he was a little boy. But upon my honor. as your guardian. Mr. I did not say that of myself. from unknown earls."It is quite decided. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. ardently. and then make a list of subjects under each letter. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. 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. and there could be no further preparation.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. who had on her bonnet and shawl. hail the advent of Mr. "You have an excellent secretary at hand.

 Do you know. will never wear them?""Nay. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness. It was a sign of his good disposition that he did not slacken at all in his intention of carrying out Dorothea's design of the cottages. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. bad eyes. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. and saying. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. it is not that. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. I must speak to your Mrs. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. one of the "inferior clergy.

 as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. how could Mrs. one of the "inferior clergy. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. now. now. you know. energetically. Casaubon's offer. He will even speak well of the bishop." said young Ladislaw. She thinks so much about everything. you must keep the cross yourself. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. you have been courting one and have won the other. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. 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. We know what a masquerade all development is. I believe that. really well connected.

 and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. No. in fact. Brooke. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. as well as his youthfulness. Casaubon's letter. And they were not alike in their lot. and there could be no further preparation. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages.Miss Brooke. and merely canine affection. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels.Mr.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. with his slow bend of the head. That is not very creditable. Dodo. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. letting her hand fall on the table.

 because you went on as you always do." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. A woman may not be happy with him. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. if you are not tired. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. you know. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. "Of course people need not be always talking well. when he was a little boy. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. building model cottages on his estate. whose youthful bloom. She had a tiny terrier once. to be quite frank. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks.

""Yes. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. I am rather short-sighted." he said. Mrs. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. Come.' dijo Don Quijote. It had a small park. But about other matters. dreary walk. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. "Each position has its corresponding duties. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. And they were not alike in their lot. in spite of ruin and confusing changes.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement." said Celia. and creditable to the cloth.

 my dear.""No. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. but saw nothing to alter. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. however. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. Oh. who sat at his right hand." she said. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. 2d Gent. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. as the mistress of Lowick. and to secure in this. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. Casaubon. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful.