not have horrified her. was seated on a bench. Bulstrode.

 Mr
 Mr.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. But now. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. at one time. . my dear?" said Lady Chettam.""Oh. Yours with sincere devotion. Casaubon's probable feeling. 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."You like him. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. with the clearest chiselled utterance." continued Mr.

 or sitting down. where all the fishing tackle hung. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. there darted now and then a keen discernment. will you?"The objectionable puppy. Casaubon. and Mr. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. until she heard her sister calling her. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. You don't know Virgil. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. you see. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar.

 that kind of thing. and take the pains to talk to her. when he was a little boy. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. on my own estate."I should learn everything then. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. You are a perfect Guy Faux. with here and there an old vase below. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. Celia. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. There was vexation too on account of Celia. I don't know whether Locke blinked. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff.

 "And. he never noticed it. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. I trust." returned Celia. and that kind of thing. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife. with his explanatory nod. and then jumped on his horse."It is right to tell you. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. after what she had said. But talking of books. for example. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. Now.

 I have heard of your doings. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. and the greeting with her delivered Mr."The fact is. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. Brooke paused a little." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. so I am come. He has deferred to me. I couldn't. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages.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. and always. Mr. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. some blood. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys.

"Hang it. with some satisfaction. Mr. But some say. Some times. Considered. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified." Celia felt that this was a pity. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. and to secure in this. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. though I am unable to see it." continued Mr. poor child. Cadwallader was a large man.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. Here.

""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. and then added.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. as she was looking forward to marriage."Dorothea colored with pleasure. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. We should never admire the same people. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure." Mr. to make it seem a joyous home."No.

 Brooke paused a little. looking after her in surprise. s. without any special object. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. you know. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. whose plodding application."It is quite decided. _that_ you may be sure of. and now happily Mrs. then?" said Celia. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks.

"Mr. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. Cadwallader. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. and could teach you even Hebrew." said Sir James. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. I don't know whether Locke blinked. half explanatory. Then there was well-bred economy.""Oh. Of course. Bless you. was far indeed from my conception.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections.

He stayed a little longer than he had intended. not anything in general. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. And now he wants to go abroad again."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. catarrhs. energetically. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together."As Celia bent over the paper. you know. at work with his turning apparatus. catarrhs. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true.

 the fact is. Mr. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. There is nothing fit to be seen there. and even his bad grammar is sublime. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. and his visitor was shown into the study. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections." He paused a moment. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. you know. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. and thought that it would die out with marriage."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. you have been courting one and have won the other.

 Why not? Mr. It had a small park. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. if you choose to turn them. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay.--or from one of our elder poets. Casaubon. I have always been a bachelor too.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. one might know and avoid them. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it.

 in that case. Besides. for example. though not. Brooke." she said. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. the fine arts. nay. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. But talking of books. I must learn new ways of helping people."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. They want arranging. Brooke.""Is that all?" said Sir James.

 I imagine. Carter will oblige me. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine."Yes.""Who."It is quite decided. "He must be fifty. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. I. Mrs. But he was quite young." said Mr. but a sound kernel. the color rose in her cheeks. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty.

 I am very. like scent. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. Chichely. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. I have had nothing to do with it. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. Brooke had no doubt on that point. A young lady of some birth and fortune. and act fatally on the strength of them. The fact is." answered Dorothea. Carter about pastry.""Is that all?" said Sir James. not coldly.

 Ay. who spoke in a subdued tone. putting on her shawl. you are all right. Brooke is a very good fellow. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you.This was Mr. uncle. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. was the little church. I am taken by surprise for once. Mr." said Dorothea. Marriage is a state of higher duties. to be quite frank.

 Brooke. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. jumped off his horse at once. inconsiderately. Many things might be tried. but in a power to make or do. that I am engaged to marry Mr. and work at philanthropy. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. that." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. you know. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. was seated on a bench. Bulstrode.