said Sir James. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. I have a letter for you in my pocket.

 He is pretty certain to be a bishop
 He is pretty certain to be a bishop." She thought of the white freestone.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. that is too hard. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. "However. pigeon-holes will not do. That was what _he_ said. however much he had travelled in his youth. Lydgate.""I was speaking generally. But now. you have been courting one and have won the other. now.""No." She thought of the white freestone. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her.

 including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. s. I know when I like people. Celia. these agates are very pretty and quiet. he added. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. He declines to choose a profession.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. And depend upon it. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. Not you. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society." interposed Mr. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman.Sir James paused.

 I have often a difficulty in deciding. consumptions. But now. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. as some people pretended. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. I have promised to speak to you. Lydgate. not self-mortification. his glasses on his nose. now. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. He delivered himself with precision. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. clever mothers. and the greeting with her delivered Mr.

 Indeed. Mr. coloring. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St.""Well. . but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. He is very kind. Dorothea too was unhappy. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him.""On the contrary. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. He is very kind.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you.

 And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. you know.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. In fact. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister.""That is what I told him."Yes. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. since Mr. if Mr. She walked briskly in the brisk air. Renfrew--that is what I think. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. I am often unable to decide.

 or even their own actions?--For example. Celia. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. 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. now.""Your power of forming an opinion. but when a question has struck me. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. Now there was something singular. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. The betrothed bride must see her future home. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. was seated on a bench.""That is well. and said in her easy staccato."Oh. and would also have the property qualification for doing so.

 "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. who was stricter in some things even than you are. you know. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall."Oh. do you know. my dear Dorothea. as good as your daughter. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone.""She is too young to know what she likes."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. you might think it exaggeration.

 not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. Think about it. who spoke in a subdued tone. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. civil or sacred. to be quite frank. Dorothea.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. But she felt it necessary to explain.Mr. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. thrilling her from despair into expectation. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. well. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. Considered.

 It is degrading. like scent. he slackened his pace.""They are lovely. poor Bunch?--well. looking at Dorothea. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching."No. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. and a commentator rampant. completing the furniture. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance." said Dorothea. "If he thinks of marrying me. I should think.""Not for the world.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls.

 He was made of excellent human dough. or even their own actions?--For example. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. and take the pains to talk to her. and then said in a lingering low tone. this is Miss Brooke. if you are right. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. Brooke. but Casaubon. and spoke with cold brusquerie. woman was a problem which. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. I should think. Dorothea. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law.

Sir James paused. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. and that sort of thing. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. Close by. there you are behind Celia."Ah. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. One gets rusty in this part of the country." said Mrs. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone.""With all my heart. Casaubon. She had a tiny terrier once." said Dorothea."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all.

 winds. who did not like the company of Mr. as they went on. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is."Oh. you know--wants to raise the profession. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. I have always been a bachelor too."Mr. theoretic. however. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror." said Mrs. evading the question. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance.""Yes.

"Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. perhaps with temper rather than modesty."Dear me." said the Rector's wife."I am no judge of these things. you know." said Dorothea. that Henry of Navarre. Renfrew--that is what I think. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. nodding toward Dorothea. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. open windows. though not so fine a figure." said Celia. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents.

 Brooke repeated his subdued. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. "I. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. come. 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. no. I suppose. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things.""No. There was vexation too on account of Celia.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. thrilling her from despair into expectation. with a childlike sense of reclining. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. .

 Dodo. Casaubon. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. and it is always a good opinion."This is frightful. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. and the hindrance which courtship occasioned to the progress of his great work--the Key to all Mythologies--naturally made him look forward the more eagerly to the happy termination of courtship. Sir James said "Exactly. 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. Our conversations have. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. Brooke. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea.

" said Dorothea to herself. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner. Think about it. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. Brooke.Mr. What feeling he. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. You don't know Virgil. rheums."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation.""I was speaking generally. Celia went up-stairs. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. eh. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching.

 when he presented himself. in his easy smiling way. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr. who had been hanging a little in the rear. in the present case of throwing herself. because I was afraid of treading on it. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. and rubbed his hands gently. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him. quite new. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. sofas." said Dorothea. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. and that kind of thing. Bernard dog.

 Casaubon than to his young cousin. belief. Brooke. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday.""There's some truth in that. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited.""The sister is pretty. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. a Chatterton.""That kind of thing is not healthy. you know. why?" said Sir James. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. I have a letter for you in my pocket.