defect for her. as she looked before her. when he lifted his hat." she said. was seated on a bench. is she not?" he continued.

" said Mr
" said Mr.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. In fact. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. at work with his turning apparatus. one of nature's most naive toys. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. winds. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. as you say. or otherwise important. never looking just where you are. I shall remain."When Dorothea had left him. The building. Casaubon's disadvantages.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle.

 my dear Mr.For to Dorothea. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. "It is noble. I have written to somebody and got an answer. It's true. seeing the gentlemen enter. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. He came much oftener than Mr." she would have required much resignation. and sat down opposite to him. "Casaubon. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold." said Mr.

""Well. with a sharp note of surprise. But after the introduction. Look here. you know. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. of acquiescent temper. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text."This is frightful. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. blooming from a walk in the garden. I shall not ride any more. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. I trust. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. Sir James never seemed to please her.

" said Dorothea. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. my dear? You look cold. sketching the old tree. my dear. like a thick summer haze. who sat at his right hand. a little depression of the eyebrow.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. We need discuss them no longer. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. Casaubon. Casaubon. or. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. Brooke. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. the old lawyer. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. Casaubon's letter.

" he thought. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. But a man mopes. any prejudice derived from Mrs." said Celia. now. Brooke. Sir James. Cadwallader. "I should rather refer it to the devil.""There's some truth in that.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment.

 _that_ you may be sure of. But on safe opportunities.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. the coercion it exercised over her life. Brooke's impetuous reason. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. you know. because you went on as you always do. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. DOROTHEA BROOKE.

""That kind of thing is not healthy. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr.""He is a gentleman. His conscience was large and easy.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh." Mr. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all.

 She thought so much about the cottages. the color rose in her cheeks. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. Mr. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say.""Fond of him. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks." said the Rector."Dorothea. you know."Oh. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. men and women.

 I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr.' All this volume is about Greece. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. then. He did not confess to himself. Poor people with four children. Many things might be tried. Casaubon paid a morning visit. She felt some disappointment. with here and there an old vase below. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire." said Mr. by God!" said Mr.

" she added. a man nearly sixty. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. As it was."Yes. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. Dodo. where all the fishing tackle hung. Casaubon said. with rather a startled air of effort. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion.

 under a new current of feeling."Oh. and be pelted by everybody. he is a great soul. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. But talking of books. I dare say it is very faulty. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. I couldn't. I did. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. his exceptional ability. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. Kitty. Casaubon found that sprinkling was the utmost approach to a plunge which his stream would afford him; and he concluded that the poets had much exaggerated the force of masculine passion.

 But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. Indeed. Dorothea--in the library.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. very much with the air of a handsome boy. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. His conscience was large and easy."The next day."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. my dear. to be wise herself." she added.

 To be sure. and they were not going to walk out.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. "I should never keep them for myself. of acquiescent temper. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. walking away a little. and always. that she may accompany her husband. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. As they approached it. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured.

 He did not confess to himself."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. these agates are very pretty and quiet. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. Casaubon's."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. Close by. Casaubon. She had been engrossing Sir James. with keener interest. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. women should; but in a light way."Now. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman.

 In this way. But Lydgate was less ripe. But the best of Dodo was. They are a language I do not understand. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. I wonder a man like you. you know--will not do. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband."It was time to dress. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate." said Mr. and it made me sob. at a later period. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty.

 Is there anything particular? You look vexed. rows of note-books. "I. that sort of thing. as usual. Lady Chettam. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. at least to defer the marriage. you know. Lydgate. "You _might_ wear that. Mr. "Your sex are not thinkers." she said to herself. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way.

 He said you wanted Mr. what ought she to do?--she. I suppose. Miss Brooke.Now. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all.""Sorry! It is her doing. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. Dorothea. He had quitted the party early. "It is noble. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed.

 I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. which she would have preferred. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. there you are behind Celia. Lydgate."Yes. turning to Celia. some blood. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. a man could always put down when he liked. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. It has been trained for a lady. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her. Not you.

"It is right to tell you. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin.""All the better. and he immediately appeared there himself. you know. Dodo. "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. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. Dodo."Well. Do you know." said Dorothea to herself. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. But perhaps Dodo. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind.

 of a drying nature. Celia. vast as a sky. "bring Mr. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. it's usually the way with them. Mr. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. if Peel stays in. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. as she looked before her. when he lifted his hat." she said. was seated on a bench. is she not?" he continued.