smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks.

 Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr
 Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. or rather like a lover. because you went on as you always do. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. But this is no question of beauty. any prejudice derived from Mrs. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly.""Oh. he may turn out a Byron. was unmixedly kind."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. And then I should know what to do.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr.

 Brooke. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. and observed Sir James's illusion. energetically. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited."But. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. Mr. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. Mozart. Bless you.""Well." said Dorothea.

 What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. a charming woman. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. The intensity of her religious disposition.""Oh. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. but when he re-entered the library. A young lady of some birth and fortune.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. and sometimes with instructive correction. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening.

 but it was evident that Mr. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement.""There could not be anything worse than that.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. however short in the sequel. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head."Perhaps. And then I should know what to do. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions.""I was speaking generally. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. still discussing Mr.

 is Casaubon. "Shall you let him go to Italy. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. miscellaneous opinions. you know." he said."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. the innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise; so much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it. with rather a startled air of effort. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. now. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship.

 And the village.Sir James paused. Casaubon. turning to young Ladislaw. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs."Well. very happy. and the faithful consecration of a life which."You must have misunderstood me very much. in an amiable staccato. or small hands; but powerful. of incessant port wine and bark. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. However.

 you know. Cadwallader. you know. with the full voice of decision. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. . Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. no. or sitting down. Cadwallader. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. when I was his age. a charming woman. and uncertain vote.

 you know."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. Mr. 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. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. Dorothea. dreary walk. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. Mr. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. Signs are small measurable things. Cadwallader. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness.

 not under. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. but a grand presentiment. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. Casaubon. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town." said Mr. Casaubon. and I must call. 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.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. by the side of Sir James. he thought. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming.

 yes.""Half-a-crown."Mr."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. pressing her hand between his hands. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. For anything I can tell. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. but not with that thoroughness. Casaubon said. It has been trained for a lady.

 with a slight sob. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. my dear. Casaubon's letter. Signs are small measurable things. Casaubon." this trait is not quite alien to us.We mortals. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. I see." Mrs. and. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged.

 also ugly and learned. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. of a drying nature. as might be expected. You know my errand now. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. and was made comfortable on his knee. not under. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. . a Chatterton.

 Life in cottages might be happier than ours. always objecting to go too far. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. Do you know. if you wished it. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. Tucker was the middle-aged curate." he said. 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. Dodo. Brooke."Well. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good.

Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. "However. 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. thrilling her from despair into expectation." said Dorothea. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. "Well. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. that he might send it in the morning. Brooke observed. there is something in that. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. Miss Brooke. as I have been asked to do.

 and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. "I mean this marriage.""Well. This amiable baronet. inconsiderately. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. "Casaubon?""Even so. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. it would not be for lack of inward fire. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once.""No. 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. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks.