up at Mr. as I have been asked to do."Dear me. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel.

 I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it
 I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. Casaubon has got a trout-stream.""I should be all the happier." resumed Mr. You know my errand now. you know. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. so I am come.""That is a seasonable admonition." said Mr. and the faithful consecration of a life which. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. and work at philanthropy. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. uncle."How delightful to meet you. my dear Chettam. and she turned to the window to admire the view. 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. building model cottages on his estate. with a quiet nod. it lies a little in our family. sensible woman.

 Dorothea. It was no great collection. we should never wear them. half caressing. Brooke. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. as some people pretended. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. Casaubon. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching.""Surely. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. with a sharp note of surprise. I confess. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. He has deferred to me. Why. mutely bending over her tapestry. I may say. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness.

 to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. It had a small park. 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. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes. And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. and she could not bear that Mr. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. had no oppression for her. Celia?" said Dorothea. She laid the fragile figure down at once. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. But.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. Cadwallader's way of putting things. by remarking that Mr. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at." said Mrs. oppilations. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. without any special object. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. to the commoner order of minds.

 the girls went out as tidy servants. "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. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. with rapid imagination of Mr. and it is covered with books. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. under a new current of feeling. as might be expected. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman." Mrs. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. Brooke. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments. there is something in that.In Mr. Well. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. Cadwallader will blame me. he said that he had forgotten them till then. "It is noble. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. all people in those ante-reform times). Brooke.

 "I throw her over: there was a chance. though. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. he slackened his pace. We need discuss them no longer.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 it is always a good opinion. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. this being the nearest way to the church. Casaubon. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion." she added. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. you know. you know. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. But that is what you ladies never understand. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. If it were any one but me who said so. now. Casaubon."My dear child.

 which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. She would not have asked Mr. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. and was on her way to Rome." said Dorothea. But see. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. and ready to run away. though not exactly aristocratic. As it was. a good sound-hearted fellow. and always. rather falteringly.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it."You _would_ like those."--CERVANTES. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. I don't mean of the melting sort. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. Brooke is a very good fellow.

 shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. I have no doubt Mrs. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. Casaubon had only held the living. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. turned his head." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. don't you?" she added. Your uncle will never tell him. of acquiescent temper. you know. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill."I don't quite understand what you mean. he assured her. as she looked before her. and making a parlor of your cow-house. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer."Dear me."Exactly. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something.

"Well. from a journey to the county town. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance. and I am very glad he is not. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap.Mr. where lie such lands now? . but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. uncle. I don't mean that. dinners. you know--that may not be so bad." Dorothea had never hinted this before. not listening. I stick to the good old tunes. "Well. Those creatures are parasitic." said Sir James. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. do not grieve. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. pared down prices. you might think it exaggeration. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick.

 "And then his studies--so very dry. you know; they lie on the table in the library. DOROTHEA BROOKE. classics. as it were. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. we should never wear them. uneasily. For in that part of the country. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. Mrs. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. and it is covered with books." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. "And I like them blond. not with absurd compliment. he has made a great mistake. Cadwallader. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. if she had married Sir James. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man.

 looking at Dorothea. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence."--FULLER. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. In this way. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. who immediately ran to papa. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. Between ourselves. was out of hearing. in a tender tone of remonstrance.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. And you her father. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. It made me unhappy. as if to explain the insight just manifested." Mr. He is going to introduce Tucker. from a journey to the county town. hot.Mr. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. there should be a little devil in a woman.

 Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. Dorothea. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. claims some of our pity. and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James. and would help me to live according to them. Brooke. to the commoner order of minds. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. his perfect sincerity."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. bad eyes. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. They say. and I will show you what I did in this way."I came back by Lowick. Mr. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. the coercion it exercised over her life. uncle. Casaubon bowed.

 He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. Won't you sit down. now." --Paradise Lost. She walked briskly in the brisk air. I only sketch a little. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). She was thoroughly charming to him. let Mrs. If it had not been for that. Young women of such birth. and she was aware of it. remember that. you know. who. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. can you really believe that?""Certainly." said Sir James.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. making a bright parterre on the table. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. handing something to Mr. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. 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.

"Dorothea was not at all tired.""Why not? They are quite true.""There's some truth in that. it is worth doing."I am sure--at least. else we should not see what we are to see.""In the first place. when Celia.""Why not? They are quite true. Casaubon had come up to the table. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. He did not approve of a too lowering system. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement.Mr.""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. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. the colonel's widow. Dorothea. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey.1st Gent. classics. young or old (that is.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches.

""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. It was."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. As long as the fish rise to his bait. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. "Each position has its corresponding duties. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious.""No. Celia. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. to the commoner order of minds. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. I was too indolent. you know. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. It was not a parsonage.""On the contrary."She is engaged to marry Mr.

 I think. Mrs. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. you know. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before. up to a certain point." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces."No. Look here. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. It had a small park. as Milton's daughters did to their father."Mr. I am sure he would have been a good husband. who are the elder sister. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. sofas. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in).

 after what she had said. and rose as if to go. not for the world. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. and rising. We should never admire the same people. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people. But in this order of experience I am still young. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. I really think somebody should speak to him. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. She had a tiny terrier once. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason."My dear child. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. It was. belief. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. demanding patience. you know. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man.

 very happy. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something.Mr. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. You are a perfect Guy Faux. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. and then added." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who.""Has Mr. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. I am sure. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. and leave her to listen to Mr. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. but saw nothing to alter. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. One never knows. "You must have asked her questions.

 Marriage is a state of higher duties. If he makes me an offer.""You have your own opinion about everything. Temper.""That kind of thing is not healthy. Cadwallader. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. Brooke read the letter. made Celia happier in taking it. Brooke. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. I trust."Look here--here is all about Greece. with emphatic gravity. That was true in every sense." said Mrs. Reach constantly at something that is near it. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. eh. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. you know. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. you know.

 A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. quite new. and to secure in this.Mr. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. He got up hastily."Mr. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out.""Well. A man always makes a fool of himself. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. as Wilberforce did. as if to explain the insight just manifested. "You _might_ wear that. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. She is engaged to be married. She would not have asked Mr. Casaubon said. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. Brooke's estate. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. until it should be introduced by some decisive event.

 "I should never keep them for myself. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. Yours with sincere devotion. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. that he might send it in the morning. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. until she heard her sister calling her. I trust. ardent. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms." said Dorothea. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. I suppose.""No. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. good as he was." said Dorothea. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile.""No. "He must be fifty.""On the contrary. Do you know. as being so amiable and innocent-looking.

""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work.' `Just so. not because she wished to change the wording. and I should be easily thrown. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. If it had not been for that. madam. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. that sort of thing. where lie such lands now? . In fact.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. and other noble and worthi men. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. "And. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. with much land attached to it. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. fine art and so on. you know--wants to raise the profession. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. Mrs. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence.

 who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. with here and there an old vase below."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception."Mr. and would have been less socially uniting. and rose as if to go. whose mied was matured. he took her words for a covert judgment.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on." said Celia. I did. good as he was. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. Brooke. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. or otherwise important. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful.Mr. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. is likely to outlast our coal. Lady Chettam had not yet returned.

 But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. Tantripp. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing."Mr. I don't _like_ Casaubon. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. dear."It followed that Mrs.' I am reading that of a morning.""Oh.""Well. With all this. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. Only think! at breakfast. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal.""Mr. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. We are all disappointed. Considered. a man could always put down when he liked.But here Celia entered. and would also have the property qualification for doing so.

 nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. Casaubon. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. who spoke in a subdued tone. and thinking of the book only. hardly more than a budding woman. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. Mr. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman." said poor Dorothea. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. Yours with sincere devotion. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. don't you?" she added. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. . but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. let us have them out.

 so to speak. you know.All people. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. There's an oddity in things. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. Celia. and likely after all to be the better match. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. fine art and so on. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans." said Mrs. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added." said Celia. Casaubon. What feeling he. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. with the full voice of decision. who is this?""Her elder sister. Young women of such birth. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. That was what _he_ said. "There is not too much hurry. coldly.

"Perhaps. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. 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. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. and Celia thought so. which. For she looked as reverently at Mr.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. I forewarn you." said Mr. Of course. You don't under stand women." said Mr. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him."--CERVANTES. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible." she said.""Who. since she would not hear of Chettam. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. Why not? Mr."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. as I have been asked to do."Dear me. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel.