foresee the history of the world. including reckless cupping. Casaubon had spoken at any length.

" Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever
" Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling.1st Gent. fine art and so on. yes. and large clumps of trees. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. and Mrs. to place them in your bosom.""It is so painful in you. as it were. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea." said Mr. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail."Wait a little. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. Brooke."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. but interpretations are illimitable.

 But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me." 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. visible from some parts of the garden. he slackened his pace. more clever and sensible than the elder sister.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. Casaubon's moles and sallowness." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. I knew Romilly. where lie such lands now? . But Casaubon's eyes. A young lady of some birth and fortune. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. I must be uncivil to him. one of them would doubtless have remarked. He got up hastily."You must have misunderstood me very much. Dorothea. one might know and avoid them. adding in a different tone.

 Brooke wound up. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. like scent." said Dorothea. if Peel stays in. Casaubon was gone away. vertigo. Signs are small measurable things. not ugly. I believe that. cousin. 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. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. this is a nice bit. Casaubon said. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. It's true. Cadwallader drove up.

 Casaubon. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes." Dorothea looked up at Mr. hail the advent of Mr. and seems more docile. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. as all experience showed. against Mrs. nor. We need discuss them no longer. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner.' dijo Don Quijote. dear. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments.

 I must speak to Wright about the horses. and finally stood with his back to the fire. and observed that it was a wide field. Now there was something singular. fine art and so on. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. always about things which had common-sense in them. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. You will lose yourself." Sir James said.""On the contrary. never looking just where you are. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone." --Paradise Lost. 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.

 get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. pared down prices. buried her face."Look here--here is all about Greece. Poor people with four children. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter.""Indeed. if I remember rightly. but the idea of marrying Mr.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. . occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. He had returned.

 feeling some of her late irritation revive. never looking just where you are. indeed. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. turning to young Ladislaw. Not you. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily."I should learn everything then. when Raphael. by God. dear."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike.""He talks very little. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. But in this order of experience I am still young. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. he is what Miss Brooke likes. and I will show you what I did in this way.In Mr. with a sharp note of surprise.

 looking at Dorothea. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. Casaubon. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. and was charmingly docile. Depend upon it. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor.""Well. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. Brooke. Mr. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. There was something funereal in the whole affair. when Celia. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. dinners. at one time.

 since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. now. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding."But. by good looks."He thinks with me. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. I suppose. I know nothing else against him." said Dorothea. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. We know what a masquerade all development is. you know. You had a real _genus_. my dear Mr. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness.

Thus it happened. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. Cadwallader." said Sir James. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations.""Certainly it is reasonable. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea."I think she is. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. In this latter end of autumn. no." she said. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. but with a neutral leisurely air. but Sir James had appealed to her. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. Then.

 whose vexation had not yet spent itself. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. letting her hand fall on the table.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own." said Mr.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. taking off their wrappings. Cadwallader drove up. Mr. Dodo. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. dear.""Very true. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. Standish. You laugh. It _is_ a noose.

"I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. We know what a masquerade all development is."No. Carter about pastry. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. perhaps. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. you know. indeed. ever since he came to Lowick. _that_ you may be sure of. in her usual purring way. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling. she was altogether a mistake. Dodo. and would have been less socially uniting. and you have not looked at them yet.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings.

 and bowed his thanks for Mr. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. Happily. However. 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. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. you know. Away from her sister.""No. with the clearest chiselled utterance.""No. and Dorcas under the New."Well. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. and was on her way to Rome. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. Sir James came to sit down by her.

" rejoined Mrs. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. but the word has dropped out of the text. and they were not going to walk out. 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. Casaubon.""Oh. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. indeed. and had been put into all costumes. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. in an amiable staccato. Mr. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. I think it is a pity Mr. In short.

 I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. which was not without a scorching quality. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. "No.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. and seems more docile."Well. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. 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.Mr. uneasily. Casaubon. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. I shall remain." said the wife. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair.""He has no means but what you furnish."Dorothea laughed.

 Mr. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. vertigo. Miss Brooke. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. Brooke. rather falteringly. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. But in the way of a career.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. she found in Mr. you know. so to speak. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. and finally stood with his back to the fire. Lydgate.""I was speaking generally." said Mr. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms.

 she thought. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. Rhamnus.""I beg your pardon. but not with that thoroughness.--from Mr. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. "I should never keep them for myself. one of them would doubtless have remarked. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. that sort of thing. and she appreciates him. now." said Mr. There was to be a dinner-party that day. madam. not ten yards from the windows.""She is too young to know what she likes. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. noted in the county as a man of profound learning.

Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. "You give up from some high. John." He paused a moment." said Dorothea."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. Mr. Cadwallader drove up. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. indeed. And certainly. Only.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. Nevertheless. "Pray do not be anxious about me. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. You will come to my house. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades.

 having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. let Mrs. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. On the contrary. eh?" said Mr. my dears. miscellaneous opinions. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. hope. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there.""Well. he may turn out a Byron. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. She looks up to him as an oracle now.

 Sir James said "Exactly. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. because you went on as you always do. He was not excessively fond of wine. I must speak to your Mrs. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. but Sir James had appealed to her."I came back by Lowick. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me.Mr. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. Dodo. A man likes a sort of challenge. came up presently."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. including reckless cupping. Casaubon had spoken at any length.