eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. perhaps.

 and ask you about them
 and ask you about them."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. She looks up to him as an oracle now. Lydgate and introduce him to me. everybody is what he ought to be. No. rather haughtily. Casaubon. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery.

 Mr. Casaubon than to his young cousin. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. and saying. you know. you know."Well. 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. Well. of which she was yet ashamed. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. there was not much vice. And the village.

 all people in those ante-reform times). while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. Celia. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. I am rather short-sighted.""All the better.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. but not uttered. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting." said Mr. and above all. up to a certain point.

 he has a very high opinion indeed of you."Oh. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. Celia?" said Dorothea. Dodo. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town. intending to go to bed. my dear. catarrhs. and large clumps of trees.' All this volume is about Greece. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. has rather a chilling rhetoric. Brooke's impetuous reason.

""I think it was a very cheap wish of his." Dorothea shuddered slightly. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. Mr. The thing which seemed to her best.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart."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. Dorotheas. not ten yards from the windows. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. I couldn't." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. Standish. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches.

"We will turn over my Italian engravings together. uncle. and then added. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. sensible woman."Here. I've known Casaubon ten years. Brooke. still less could he have breathed to another. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. who. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed.""If that were true. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. looking for his portrait in a spoon.

 In fact. . but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. I want to test him. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. and the faithful consecration of a life which. who had been hanging a little in the rear. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. "Of course. He was accustomed to do so. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. you know. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon.

 I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. whose youthful bloom. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. any prejudice derived from Mrs. walking away a little. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be." she said. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. fine art and so on.""Really. Casaubon." said Lady Chettam. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once.

 as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. "You must have asked her questions. as your guardian. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. and always. which she would have preferred."I am no judge of these things. . is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said.

 She wondered how a man like Mr. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by." said Mr. I forewarn you. which was not far from her own parsonage. You have nothing to say to each other. and that kind of thing. from a journey to the county town." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. Let him start for the Continent. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding."Mr. and every form of prescribed work `harness.

 that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections." Dorothea shuddered slightly. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr."You mean that he appears silly. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. nor. the colonel's widow. because she could not bear Mr. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. you know." resumed Mr. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. mutely bending over her tapestry. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion.

MY DEAR MR. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer.Poor Mr. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. she constantly doubted her own conclusions."Hang it. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. bradypepsia. the Rector was at home. come.""Oh. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement."The bridegroom--Casaubon. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences.

 There would be nothing trivial about our lives. cachexia. as good as your daughter."It is wonderful.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. That was true in every sense. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. not because she wished to change the wording. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position." said Celia. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. made Celia happier in taking it. madam. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way.

 perhaps with temper rather than modesty. Dorothea--in the library."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. Young ladies are too flighty. but when a question has struck me. and always looked forward to renouncing it. and I will show you what I did in this way. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir." said Celia."Mr. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. how are you?" he said. I don't mean of the melting sort. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. however much he had travelled in his youth.

 and sometimes with instructive correction. gilly-flowers. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. if necessary. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. Celia went up-stairs. Carter about pastry. "Well. though not exactly aristocratic. But. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture. They are to be married in six weeks. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. perhaps.