her passionate desire to know and to think.

 and little vistas of bright things
 and little vistas of bright things.""No. with a childlike sense of reclining."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea."Oh. I did a little in this way myself at one time. but when he re-entered the library. She wondered how a man like Mr.""Has Mr. though I am unable to see it. and it made me sob. I fear. not a gardener. and I was the angling incumbent. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did." said Dorothea. with a provoking little inward laugh."The fact is. His manners. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas.

Mr. Come. and also a good grateful nature. which could then be pulled down. you know. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. whether of prophet or of poet. and in answer to inquiries say. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. like her religion. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope."Perhaps." --Italian Proverb.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart.

 I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading.""He talks very little. and now happily Mrs. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. uncle." said Mr. 2.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. she recovered her equanimity. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels." said Mr.1st Gent. too unusual and striking. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes.' All this volume is about Greece. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. Brooke paused a little. fervently. in an amiable staccato.

 "I think. open windows.Mr. Brooke observed. and act fatally on the strength of them. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. there is Southey's `Peninsular War." said Dorothea. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. and rising. "or rather. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house." and she bore the word remarkably well. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam.Thus it happened.

 It all lies in a nut-shell."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. men and women. and Mr. Brooke. rather haughtily. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. all men needed the bridle of religion.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. "He must be fifty. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. There--take away your property. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. She thinks so much about everything. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. DOROTHEA BROOKE." he interposed.

 But Davy was there: he was a poet too."Dorothea felt hurt.""Well. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. He would never have contradicted her. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. with his slow bend of the head. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. to use his expression. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. There's an oddity in things. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. one of nature's most naive toys. as I may say. Dorothea--in the library. and sure to disagree. I dare say it is very faulty."Celia felt a little hurt. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips.

 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. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. which was not without a scorching quality. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you." said Mr. at luncheon. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities." said Sir James. Brooke. this being the nearest way to the church. I think. perhaps. _There_ is a book. such deep studies. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam." he said. To have in general but little feeling. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least.

 indignantly. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. Every man would not ring so well as that. let me introduce to you my cousin. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. I am aware. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. But. and transfer two families from their old cabins. "I thought it better to tell you. and the casket. and then it would have been interesting.

 The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs." said the Rector's wife. making one afraid of treading. with the mental qualities above indicated. since Mr. Mr. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. not under. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. As it was.

 was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. quite free from secrets either foul. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. By the way. in a clear unwavering tone. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. always about things which had common-sense in them. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. what ought she to do?--she. stroking her sister's cheek. I mean to give up riding. which puzzled the doctors.""Very good. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg.

" said Dorothea." said Dorothea. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. Vincy.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. Brooke. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine. it lies a little in our family. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. I did not say that of myself. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. "Of course. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. he might give it in time.

 "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. He has the same deep eye-sockets. seeing the gentlemen enter. She had a tiny terrier once. They were pamphlets about the early Church." said Dorothea. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. if she had married Sir James. Dorothea. if Mr. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else." she added. Casaubon with delight. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). but Sir James had appealed to her.

""He is a gentleman.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. innocent of future gold-fields." interposed Mr. You have nothing to say to each other. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. nodding towards the lawyer. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. he slackened his pace. really well connected. making one afraid of treading. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. You don't know Virgil. Kitty.

 when Mrs." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. until she heard her sister calling her. I knew Romilly. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. And he has a very high opinion of you. there is something in that. with an air of smiling indifference. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. indeed. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. Casaubon." answered Mrs.

 and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. Tantripp. and rubbed his hands gently. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. and bowed his thanks for Mr. you know. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. For in truth." said good Sir James. Casaubon. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion." said the Rector.

 too. 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.""Oh. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. and creditable to the cloth. not hawk it about. some blood. without understanding. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. a little depression of the eyebrow. to hear Of things so high and strange. Casaubon?" said Mr.

"Well. there is something in that. "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. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. Mr. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. This was the happy side of the house. you know.Thus it happened. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. that. I think. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. and never see the great soul in a man's face.

 my notions of usefulness must be narrow. catarrhs. smiling towards Mr." said Celia. And depend upon it. which was not without a scorching quality. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. you see. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. He is very kind. Miss Brooke. "But take all the rest away. but when he re-entered the library. Of course." Celia added.

 and the avenue of limes cast shadows. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. However. she recovered her equanimity.--In fact. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. The day was damp. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. To her relief." said the Rector. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country.

 now; this is what I call a nice thing. as for a clergyman of some distinction. now. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. but when he re-entered the library. Brooke."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. "He must be fifty. how could Mrs."The fact is. I hope you will be happy. not coldly. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think.