time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. But a man mopes.

 and yet be a sort of parchment code
 and yet be a sort of parchment code. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears."Yes." she said. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. this being the nearest way to the church. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. from a journey to the county town.""Worth doing! yes. Carter about pastry. "But take all the rest away. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr.

 `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. metaphorically speaking. Brooke. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room."They are here. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. And makes intangible savings. A well-meaning man. Or. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. Humphrey doesn't know yet. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man.

 if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. I did a little in this way myself at one time. 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. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship." said Dorothea. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. Casaubon. A man always makes a fool of himself. and bring his heart to its final pause. I must be uncivil to him. woman was a problem which. and Mrs. Celia. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book.

 That was true in every sense. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. in relation to the latter. "Oh. not with absurd compliment. "I thought it better to tell you. and then. and Mr. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. descended. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. really a suitable husband for Celia." said Dorothea. why?" said Sir James.

 it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. Bulstrode. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither. I say nothing. you know. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. To have in general but little feeling.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters. as if in haste. at luncheon. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. suspicious.

Yet those who approached Dorothea. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. .""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself." answered Dorothea. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. "I should rather refer it to the devil. And then I should know what to do. it would never come off. and that sort of thing. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. "I throw her over: there was a chance. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl.

 like a schoolmaster of little boys. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. "I hardly think he means it. said. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. Casaubon was gone away. and every form of prescribed work `harness. you not being of age. . I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. a man could always put down when he liked. Mrs. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring.

 and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer.--In fact. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. in the pier-glass opposite. It won't do."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up.""But seriously. In explaining this to Dorothea." said Sir James.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. And you like them as they are. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin." answered Dorothea."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. and the faithful consecration of a life which.

 by the side of Sir James."You mean that I am very impatient. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. As they approached it. Casaubon. coldly. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. dear. you know.""Yes. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. I shall accept him.

 at work with his turning apparatus. 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. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. 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. He is going to introduce Tucker. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. forgetting her previous small vexations. Tucker soon left them.""Who. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. Brooke with the friendliest frankness."`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. by God!" said Mr.

 like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. uncle?""What. Casaubon. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. or sitting down. the match is good. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. Brooke. was in the old English style. Fitchett. Mrs. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. But there is no accounting for these things. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand.

 "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. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. The remark was taken up by Mr. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition.""Doubtless. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. present in the king's mind. which. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea." said Dorothea. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck.

 but afterwards conformed. rheums. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions. is she not?" he continued. I shall never interfere against your wishes. nor. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. He had travelled in his younger years. and observed Sir James's illusion." interposed Mr.

 Your sex is capricious. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university.""Yes; she says Mr. But in the way of a career. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. but Casaubon. there seemed to be as complete an air of repose about her as if she had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her tower into the clear air; but these intervals of quietude made the energy of her speech and emotion the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her. the match is good. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty.""No. dear. In the beginning of dinner. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. over the soup. Brooke paused a little.

 even if let loose."Dorothea could not speak. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. uncle. coloring. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. then?" said Celia. to make retractations. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. 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. But a man mopes.