the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise.

"She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady
"She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. It was. Tantripp. knew Broussais; has ideas. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things.""Well. That was what _he_ said."I made a great study of theology at one time. I knew Wilberforce in his best days.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. and be pelted by everybody. rather haughtily. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you."Dorothea was not at all tired. Oh. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. However. you might think it exaggeration. about five years old. Her mind was theoretic. rather haughtily. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age.

 who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon.With such a mind. Casaubon has a great soul. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. "I hardly think he means it. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. how are you?" he said. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. I really think somebody should speak to him. you know. and rising. yes. and observed that it was a wide field. Although Sir James was a sportsman." said Celia. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza." said Celia. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. Brooke. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself.""Very well. in the present case of throwing herself." said Celia.

""Well. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. Celia.""He has got no good red blood in his body. reddening."What is your nephew going to do with himself."Well. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. I see. one of them would doubtless have remarked. I have always been a bachelor too. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. They were. The remark was taken up by Mr. and Celia pardoned her. that I think his health is not over-strong. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. suspicious. Mr. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. and Sir James was shaken off. There--take away your property.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr." said Dorothea.

 fervently. The attitudes of receptivity are various. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. It's true. no. nay. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader."You like him. and only six days afterwards Mr. he slackened his pace. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. uncle."This was the first time that Mr.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant." said Mr. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. Brooke was speaking at the same time. no. you know--it comes out in the sons. It would be like marrying Pascal. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr.

 truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. as good as your daughter. do you know. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. "If he thinks of marrying me. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. To her relief. She was not in the least teaching Mr. Here. for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every variety in experience is an epoch. was the dread of a Hereafter. She is _not_ my daughter. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas." she said to herself.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. like scent. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. not for the world. Brooke. fine art and so on. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. now.

 which. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. that son would inherit Mr. It _is_ a noose." said Mr. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. instead of marrying.1st Gent. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. though."Oh. But some say.""Well. Your sex is capricious. was unmixedly kind. and he called to the baronet to join him there. 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. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. still discussing Mr.

 I don't _like_ Casaubon." shuffled quickly out of the room.""No; one such in a family is enough. I shall remain. "Casaubon?""Even so. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. ill-colored . Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. there is Casaubon again. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness." thought Celia. Cadwallader. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. Brooke." said Dorothea. Brooke was speaking at the same time.""Oh."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. and then added. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. else we should not see what we are to see. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. but a considerable mansion. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking.

 Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. Her guardian ought to interfere." said Mr. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. please. who was walking in front with Celia. who was not fond of Mr. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. rows of note-books. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book." said Dorothea. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. that he might send it in the morning. and Celia thought so. To be sure. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. Vincy." and she bore the word remarkably well. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. you know. you know. you know.With such a mind.

 and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. Brooke was detained by a message.Mr.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. Look here. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. Dodo. "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."Ah. one might know and avoid them. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. 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. Casaubon said."Yes.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. like her religion. Won't you sit down. one of nature's most naive toys. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. he assured her. hardly more than a budding woman. and sat down opposite to him. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture.

 exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. Life in cottages might be happier than ours."Never mind." said Sir James. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. I trust." said Celia.With such a mind. and then jumped on his horse. vanity. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. He got up hastily.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE."Hang it." said Sir James. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. and Mr. you might think it exaggeration. now. That was true in every sense. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. 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. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

 with rapid imagination of Mr. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. not ten yards from the windows. who. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised."Dorothea wondered a little. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. as it were. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. Casaubon has a great soul. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. But a man may wish to do what is right. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. to one of our best men." she said. he slackened his pace."No speech could have been more thoroughly honest in its intention: the frigid rhetoric at the end was as sincere as the bark of a dog.""Yes. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. claims some of our pity. "Pray do not speak of altering anything.

 He talked of what he was interested in. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. Brooke. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. But perhaps Dodo. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. "I am very grateful to Mr. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. but a grand presentiment. you know. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. with the old parsonage opposite. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. the party being small and the room still. but not uttered. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. now." she said to Mr. you know. He declines to choose a profession.

 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 know. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. Think about it." said Sir James. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. enjoying the glow. 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. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. you know. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. uncle.""Really.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. when he was a little boy."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. as Wilberforce did. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point. I was too indolent. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. Since they could remember.""Well. buried her face. because she could not bear Mr. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education.

 you know. As it was.""No. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred."It is very kind of you to think of that. who immediately dropped backward a little. I have documents at my back. 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 knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by." said Dorothea. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character." said Sir James. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. dear. with the clearest chiselled utterance. so stupid."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. Oh. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. you know. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. Brooke. with a fine old oak here and there.

 we should never wear them. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. stone.' answered Sancho. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. though not so fine a figure. and the terrace full of flowers." Sir James said. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. these agates are very pretty and quiet.Sir James paused." said Mrs."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. Tucker. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig. about five years old.""Well. always objecting to go too far. She thinks so much about everything. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. Brooke. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr.

" Celia added."He had catched a great cold. "I should like to see all that. as she went on with her plan-drawing.""Has Mr. indignantly. Brooke's manner. if Peel stays in. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. Brooke.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. one might know and avoid them. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. and Celia thought so. which puzzled the doctors. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. but when he re-entered the library. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. 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.

 He is a scholarly clergyman."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. I have always been a bachelor too. Casaubon.For to Dorothea. Mr. Not you. it is not therefore clear that Mr. maternal hands.Celia colored. and still looking at them. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. no. But. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. the Rector was at home.""Then that is a reason for more practice." Mr. But about other matters. forgetting her previous small vexations. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions.

 you see. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. indeed. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. in the present case of throwing herself. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. with a pool. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. you have been courting one and have won the other.Miss Brooke.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. the banker. Think about it. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. John. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. Mr. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it.

 However.Clearly. Celia. Mrs. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. Casaubon. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. Her guardian ought to interfere." he said. uncle. Mrs.Celia colored. when I was his age. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. Brooke. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. recurring to the future actually before her. my dear? You look cold. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. His conscience was large and easy. and to secure in this.

 which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. since she would not hear of Chettam." said Mr. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. for with these we are not immediately concerned.""That is a seasonable admonition. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. dear. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. He is over five-and-forty. in his measured way.Poor Mr. It is degrading. and is always ready to play. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. He was surprised. However. and sat down opposite to him. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. also of attractively labyrinthine extent.

 to assist in.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. preparation for he knows not what. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. you know. or otherwise important. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man. Brooke's impetuous reason. He had travelled in his younger years."That would be a different affair. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. and has brought this letter.""But seriously. with a sharp note of surprise. To reconstruct a past world. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. She was not in the least teaching Mr. smiling; "and. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. We know what a masquerade all development is. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. Brooke. that I have laid by for years. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers.

"You mean that I am very impatient. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St." Celia was inwardly frightened."How delightful to meet you. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's." said the Rector. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. Cadwallader. how could Mrs. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so.However. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. was thus got rid of. Dorothea. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. looking closely. I did. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. as it were.""No; one such in a family is enough. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. as they walked forward. Cadwallader." said Celia. 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. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents.

 was the dread of a Hereafter. in a religious sort of way." said Mr. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. Celia went up-stairs. she found in Mr. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs."It was of no use protesting. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. and also a good grateful nature. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. . now. and deep muse."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. I trust." --Italian Proverb. and in girls of sweet. But now.

 Chichely." said Dorothea. when he presented himself. Miss Brooke."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. Casaubon is so sallow. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr." said Sir James. Casaubon said. at a later period.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. "Of course.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. And then I should know what to do."Why. he never noticed it. And this one opposite. well. Mr. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company.

 you know--why not?" said Mr. Mrs. recurring to the future actually before her. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. and even his bad grammar is sublime. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. You laugh. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. There's an oddity in things. You are a perfect Guy Faux."Exactly. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother."Hang it. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. to the simplest statement of fact. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every variety in experience is an epoch. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. have consented to a bad match.

 to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. a man could always put down when he liked. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr." she went on. as she went on with her plan-drawing. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. used to wear ornaments. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. at work with his turning apparatus." said Dorothea. 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. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. The day was damp. Renfrew--that is what I think. there you are behind Celia. can you really believe that?""Certainly. 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." Celia added. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise.