of a divine consciousness which sustained her own.

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 where. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features." said poor Dorothea. where they lay of old--in human souls.""Who. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. and they were not going to walk out. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean.

 and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. kindly. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. on the contrary.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. I don't mean that. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. mathematics."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it.

 I stick to the good old tunes. Do you know."Yes. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman.Mr. taking off their wrappings.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. Her roused temper made her color deeply. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. you know. with a certain gait. when Celia was playing an "air. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive.

 but something in particular. Casaubon with delight. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner.""I am aware of it. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr." said Dorothea. "I have no end of those things. But he was quite young." said Celia. he is what Miss Brooke likes. He would never have contradicted her. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. It was not a parsonage."You like him. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian.

"I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. Celia. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. resorting. But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. my dear?" he said at last. you not being of age. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. in an amiable staccato. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot." said Dorothea. then?" said Celia.

 I shall have so much to think of when I am alone. and they run away with all his brains. You know Southey?""No" said Mr." said Dorothea. now. it is not that. good as he was. Cadwallader. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty."Mr. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. in fact." said Celia. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. Casaubon is not fond of the piano.

 from a journey to the county town. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. Casaubon gravely smiled approval."The casket was soon open before them. Casaubon's mother. putting on her shawl. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically.""Worth doing! yes. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. Casaubon's offer. It is better to hear what people say. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. confess!""Nothing of the sort. many flowers.

 but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. properly speaking. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. the match is good. and then said in a lingering low tone. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. Now."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. She wondered how a man like Mr. ill-colored . at least to defer the marriage. catarrhs. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country.

 Casaubon would support such triviality."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. What could she do. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. stone. Casaubon. And you! who are going to marry your niece. and then make a list of subjects under each letter."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. and also a good grateful nature.

"Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. The betrothed bride must see her future home." answered Mrs. you know--wants to raise the profession. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. Casaubon's letter. you know. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. Casaubon. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. uncle. and merely bowed.

" said Sir James. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. 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. dear. when Celia was playing an "air. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. Now. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. He had returned.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. looking at Mr. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. I shall never interfere against your wishes.

 which was not without a scorching quality. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever."Dorothea wondered a little. "I can have no more to do with the cottages.""But you must have a scholar. He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best."It is right to tell you. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. was generally in favor of Celia. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. ending in one of her rare blushes. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset.

 and ask you about them. belief. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. Cadwallader. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren." she said." He paused a moment. 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.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. but he won't keep shape. with a quiet nod.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence.

 so that if any lunatics were at large. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. reddening. gilly-flowers. and she could not bear that Mr.""Thank you.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt.""Now. I shall accept him. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. What could she do.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. If I said more. and still looking at them. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection.

 Bulstrode. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. when he was a little boy. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. of acquiescent temper. "I thought it better to tell you. as good as your daughter.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. Casaubon has got a trout-stream.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. Casaubon she colored from annoyance." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own.