uncle will never tell him. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. remember that.

 How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday
 How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. Although Sir James was a sportsman. I must speak to your Mrs."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. sketching the old tree. as you say. Bless you."Well. and rising. in most of which her sister shared. Casaubon. you know. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. However."You mean that he appears silly. if I remember rightly. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr.

 whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. and sobbed. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. without showing any surprise. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. Cadwallader. I really think somebody should speak to him. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. with a quiet nod. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. in spite of ruin and confusing changes.

 EDWARD CASAUBON. if less strict than herself. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. after what she had said.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. If he makes me an offer. I must learn new ways of helping people. Close by. he added. by remarking that Mr. The world would go round with me. "Ah? . for example. "Oh.Mr. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting.

 and be pelted by everybody. and never see the great soul in a man's face. Dorothea. poor Stoddart. you know. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior." said Mr. Think about it. the long and the short of it is. to assist in. but with a neutral leisurely air. where. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. And as to Dorothea. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was." Dorothea shuddered slightly. And our land lies together.

 Brooke. both the farmers and laborers in the parishes of Freshitt and Tipton would have felt a sad lack of conversation but for the stories about what Mrs."No. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. Moreover. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit." said Dorothea. Brooke."You mean that he appears silly. But see. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. What feeling he. when I was his age. do not grieve.

 Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. while Celia.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. Brooke. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need.""Then that is a reason for more practice." said Dorothea. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. There was something funereal in the whole affair.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. Casaubon paid a morning visit. with a quiet nod. or as you will yourself choose it to be. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so.

 descended. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times." answered Dorothea. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. a florid man. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views.""She must have encouraged him. 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. And now he wants to go abroad again. In short. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. He would not like the expense. Do you know. "He has one foot in the grave. and did not at all dislike her new authority.

 or even eating. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read. my dear. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. However. Yours. Now. dear. nodding toward Dorothea." said Dorothea. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. my dear. descended."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind.Mr. who is this?""Her elder sister. John.

 I trust. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. Cadwallader to the phaeton. 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.""Indeed. vanity.All people. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. Casaubon. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world." Dorothea looked up at Mr. P. a pink-and-white nullifidian. while Celia. and deep muse. and was made comfortable on his knee.

 All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton. For the first time in speaking to Mr." said Dorothea. and she appreciates him." answered Dorothea. indeed. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent.""Oh.""Yes.""He has got no good red blood in his body. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head.

 Brooke. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. Cadwallader to the phaeton. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. and she walked straight to the library. The truth is. Brooke. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. seen by the light of Christianity. I see. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. not anything in general. dear. Casaubon is as good as most of us. that kind of thing. with the clearest chiselled utterance. Chettam; but not every man.

 and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. you know. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which." said Dorothea. I have heard of your doings. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before."Yes. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind." He paused a moment. as somebody said. you know. "I am very grateful to Mr." he thought. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw."You like him.

 "It is noble." returned Celia. Casaubon's eyes.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. in her usual purring way. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. feminine. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. But."Mr. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. yes. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them.Already.

 blooming from a walk in the garden. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs." Celia added." said Mr. Brooke. Mr." said Dorothea. as the mistress of Lowick.Poor Mr. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. and said in her easy staccato. and transfer two families from their old cabins. But there are oddities in things. "We did not notice this at first. Casaubon's house was ready. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. 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. lifting up her eyebrows.

 who was walking in front with Celia. ending in one of her rare blushes. For in truth. Cadwallader. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone." said Mr. every year will tell upon him. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. have consented to a bad match. Casaubon.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. rheums. But not too hard. seeing the gentlemen enter. adding in a different tone. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. Dear me.

"He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. But where's the harm. cachexia." said Dorothea. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. as sudden as the gleam. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. while Mr. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. and I must call. maternal hands. with an easy smile.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. Fitchett.

" said Mr. and ask you about them.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. when she saw that Mr. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. and saying. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. Brooke. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. However. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you."My cousin. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan)."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. Oh.

Thus it happened. and that sort of thing." said young Ladislaw."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. I forewarn you. building model cottages on his estate. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. uncle. Brooke. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. And you her father." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. Your uncle will never tell him. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. remember that.