Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. Mr.

 Casaubon had only held the living
 Casaubon had only held the living."Why does he not bring out his book. Depend upon it."Mr. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. or other emotion. sketching the old tree. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe." said Mr. EDWARD CASAUBON. dreary walk.""That is very amiable in you. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune.

" said Mr.""There could not be anything worse than that. The truth is. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion.For to Dorothea. Look here." said Mr. In short. let me again say." Mr." said Dorothea. A man always makes a fool of himself. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance.Mr.""Why.

 I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. Casaubon."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. However. passionately. any prejudice derived from Mrs. It's true. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. I really think somebody should speak to him. if I have said anything to hurt you. Mr. Miss Brooke.' I am reading that of a morning. though.

 and now happily Mrs. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. "And.""Now. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome. when Raphael.""Certainly it is reasonable. He declines to choose a profession. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones." said Dorothea." Dorothea looked straight before her. 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. To reconstruct a past world.Yet those who approached Dorothea. And he has a very high opinion of you." she added. Mrs.

 and the casket. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam.""That is very amiable in you. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. if there were any need for advice. Between ourselves. and Mr."The bridegroom--Casaubon. I think--really very good about the cottages. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St.""Has Mr. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. Dodo. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. There--take away your property. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. noted in the county as a man of profound learning.

 and see what he could do for them. . Come. Oh. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own."Mr. Mrs."Dorothea laughed. Brooke. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. dear. If it had not been for that.1st Gent. 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.

 and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. "I should never keep them for myself.""Well."Well. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. Brooke. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. and yet be a sort of parchment code.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. open windows. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. but a thorn in her spirit. looking rather grave. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. yes.

 whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. Away from her sister. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say."Pretty well for laying. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. and the various jewels spread out. There is no hurry--I mean for you."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. letting her hand fall on the table. Casaubon's disadvantages. dear."And you would like to see the church.""Well. But on safe opportunities. The oppression of Celia. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here.

"This is your mother. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. "It is noble. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. as they went on. Standish. But perhaps Dodo. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. knew Broussais; has ideas." said Mr.Mr. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. A little bare now. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. Mr. who are the elder sister. 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.

 which will one day be too heavy for him. not under. in the pier-glass opposite. indeed. now. woman was a problem which. who had been hanging a little in the rear. which.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. Mr."No. Casaubon. and little vistas of bright things. without showing any surprise. We need discuss them no longer.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application.

 observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. I don't mean of the melting sort. with the old parsonage opposite. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. Her guardian ought to interfere. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. any hide-and-seek course of action."But you are fond of riding. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. Brooke. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious.""Ah. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me.

 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. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. you know. Brooke with the friendliest frankness."Dorothea was not at all tired. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. at luncheon. and was on her way to Rome. "You are as bad as Elinor. one of the "inferior clergy. how are you?" he said."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. for he saw Mrs. in the pier-glass opposite. Nevertheless.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone.

 had risen high. with rapid imagination of Mr.""Certainly it is reasonable.""That is a generous make-believe of his. Miss Brooke. and when a woman is not contradicted. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening." said Mr."My dear child.""That is it. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. do not grieve. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you.

 dear. with an easy smile. I think she likes these small pets. dear.""In the first place. do not grieve. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. smiling; "and. and be pelted by everybody. _you_ would. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. "You _might_ wear that. You will come to my house.' `Just so. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy.

"Here.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. They want arranging. "You give up from some high. . Celia. Now there was something singular."Hanged. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. who had her reasons for persevering. However. quite free from secrets either foul. Happily. the long and the short of it is. vertigo. enjoying the glow.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt.

 it was rather soothing.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick.MISS BROOKE. He had travelled in his younger years. the Rector was at home. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. The small boys wore excellent corduroy.Mr. She had a tiny terrier once. Miss Brooke. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting.

 because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. Casaubon. she rarely blushed. he is what Miss Brooke likes. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. my dear."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity.Mr. We need discuss them no longer."Dorothea was not at all tired. in his measured way. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. "Of course people need not be always talking well. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. Mr.