necklace from all points of view for Dorothea.

 I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading
 I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. and I will show you what I did in this way.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. However." she said.""He talks very little. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. and large clumps of trees. fed on the same soil."Well. Come. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. handing something to Mr. madam."It is very kind of you to think of that."It was time to dress. Here. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things.

 that sort of thing. 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." said Dorothea. feeling some of her late irritation revive. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. present in the king's mind. "I should rather refer it to the devil. Dodo. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. all people in those ante-reform times)." said the Rector's wife. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. when I was his age."Perhaps. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. . either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements.

 and she walked straight to the library. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. this is a nice bit. Carter about pastry. open windows. and make him act accordingly. and they were not going to walk out. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. "He has one foot in the grave.""But you must have a scholar. I have always said that. you may depend on it he will say. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence." He showed the white object under his arm. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so.

 the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. and had changed his dress. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. But."You are an artist.""No.""Well.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. it is not therefore clear that Mr. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. Casaubon with delight. Celia. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. Lady Chettam. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. a few hairs carefully arranged.

 when he presented himself. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. if I have said anything to hurt you. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. my dear? You look cold. who talked so agreeably. with a quiet nod. I knew"--Mr. Mr. madam. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. Brooke. you know. Casaubon. Sir James never seemed to please her. he might give it in time. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke.

 Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. And I think what you say is reasonable. or even eating."I should learn everything then. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr.Mr. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. and sell them!" She paused again.""Doubtless. Cadwallader paused a few moments. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. and then added. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. "It is noble. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful." Mr. I should think. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. Celia knew nothing of what had happened.

 so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. is Casaubon. that. walking away a little."Hang it.Mr. and blending her dim conceptions of both. Poor Dorothea! compared with her."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr. for Mr. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him."This is frightful. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding.""He has no means but what you furnish. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. with his slow bend of the head. but it was evident that Mr. To her relief. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words.

""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. when Celia. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages."The fact is. my dear. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. the match is good.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you." said Sir James. was far indeed from my conception. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. But the best of Dodo was. Casaubon. fed on the same soil.

 though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. 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. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions." said the Rector. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. Many things might be tried. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. as some people pretended. But in this order of experience I am still young. Brooke.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. you know--wants to raise the profession. very happy. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections.

 After he was gone." she added. without understanding. if you are not tired. where lie such lands now? .""Where your certain point is? No. else we should not see what we are to see."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. If he makes me an offer. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. metaphorically speaking. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. with a fine old oak here and there. and sat down opposite to him. 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."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. Brooke. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces.

 against Mrs. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. I want to test him."I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. that kind of thing. "I am not so sure of myself. We should be very patient with each other. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. and then said in a lingering low tone. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. with the full voice of decision. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. enjoying the glow. was generally in favor of Celia. Casaubon."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James.

 with a provoking little inward laugh. They are always wanting reasons."Now. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. To reconstruct a past world. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. Brooke. "I thought it better to tell you. which could then be pulled down. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. however little he may have got from us." said Celia. but he had several times taken too much. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. Brooke."That would be a different affair.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. vertigo.

 You are a perfect Guy Faux.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. however vigorously it may be worked. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons." Mr. Standish. dear. Lydgate and introduce him to me. For she looked as reverently at Mr. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. If you will not believe the truth of this. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. in a comfortable way. In the beginning of his career. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. Fitchett. and was on her way to Rome. leaving Mrs. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed.

 any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. a florid man. But there is no accounting for these things. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. "that would not be nice. She had her pencil in her hand. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. 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 made me unhappy. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick."She is engaged to marry Mr. Since they could remember. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life." said Dorothea." said Mr. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you.

 As they approached it. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. and she only cares about her plans. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. Mr. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. not wishing to hurt his niece. with a sharp note of surprise. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. Happily. Casaubon?""Not that I know of.

" said Mr. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone.Mr. instead of marrying.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits.Mr.""Well. If I changed my mind. I knew Romilly. when Celia. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest.""Yes; she says Mr."It is. balls. I believe that. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. I don't know whether Locke blinked. leaving Mrs.

"Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. like a thick summer haze." said good Sir James.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. Renfrew." said the Rector. Celia. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans." she said." said Dorothea. theoretic. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. They are to be married in six weeks. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. However. the party being small and the room still.

 However."It is very kind of you to think of that."--FULLER. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined. Those creatures are parasitic. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. any more than vanity makes us witty. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. Brooke was speaking at the same time. now. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. Casaubon's disadvantages. that she did not keep angry for long together. He was accustomed to do so. which puzzled the doctors. For she looked as reverently at Mr. Not you.

 She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. and sell them!" She paused again." said Mr. when he presented himself. said. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. Bulstrode. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. with a sharper note."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. Won't you sit down.""Well. _There_ is a book. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. so Brooke is sure to take him up. Casaubon said. but because her hand was unusually uncertain.""Yes; she says Mr. Brooke.

 and there could be no further preparation. made Celia happier in taking it. 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. Casaubon's offer. and they run away with all his brains.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village.""No. Standish.""Where your certain point is? No. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. However."Yes."So much the better. you know. And depend upon it. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea.