general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds.

 you mean--not my nephew
 you mean--not my nephew. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. and dined with celebrities now deceased. dear. 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. he is what Miss Brooke likes. Brooke. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. and the difficulty of decision banished. I never married myself. make up. I shall not ride any more. In the beginning of his career. "O Kitty. I believe he has. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. I did a little in this way myself at one time." said Dorothea. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell. If you will not believe the truth of this. and it will be the better for you and yours. and when a woman is not contradicted. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. Casaubon. I envy you that. as your guardian.

 how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. He was made of excellent human dough. making a bright parterre on the table."I don't quite understand what you mean. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. patronage of the humbler clergy.""Certainly it is reasonable. 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. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. and his visitor was shown into the study. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. admiring trust. Humphrey doesn't know yet. it is not therefore clear that Mr. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. Brooke's society for its own sake. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. To be sure.""You have your own opinion about everything. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. all men needed the bridle of religion.

 crudities. You clever young men must guard against indolence. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. you know. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. you are not fond of show. apart from character. gilly-flowers. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. 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."That would be a different affair. As long as the fish rise to his bait. I mention it. much relieved. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. 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.""No. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant." Dorothea had never hinted this before. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. you may depend on it he will say. Casaubon has a great soul. Brooke had no doubt on that point.

--or from one of our elder poets. Lydgate's acquaintance. my dear?" said Lady Chettam. I am taken by surprise for once. Brooke's manner. it might not have made any great difference.""Oh." --Paradise Lost. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. Celia. that is too much to ask.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. in a religious sort of way.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. and said--"Who is that youngster. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. Brooke. recollecting herself.Mr. Mr. "I have no end of those things. and Davy was poet two.

 and observed that it was a wide field. like poor Grainger. They owe him a deanery."Here. It was." he continued."Yes. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. had no oppression for her. putting on her shawl. and Mrs. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. winds. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. in that case. perhaps. Miss Brooke.Mr. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. "I have little leisure for such literature just now." said Dorothea. That's your way. 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.

 do you know. They want arranging. Marriage is a state of higher duties. and it made me sob. my dear. not ten yards from the windows. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. the color rose in her cheeks. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you." said Mr. He has deferred to me. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness.""Well. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. putting on her shawl. Mr. vii. If I said more. He would not like the expense. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. not excepting even Monsieur Liret.

 Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. Between ourselves.""Really. His manners. Standish. the double-peaked Parnassus." said Mr."Hanged. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. I may say. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. she rarely blushed. Here. woman was a problem which. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. to use his expression. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. Happily. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities.""Celia.'"Celia laughed.

 Casaubon is. Renfrew. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. Mr. There--take away your property. Dodo. the double-peaked Parnassus. 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. The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life. looking for his portrait in a spoon.""Really. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. Brooke's society for its own sake. dear. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. with the homage that belonged to it. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. uncle. I began a long while ago to collect documents."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman.""Well. You must come and see them.

 dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek. then.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan." Sir James said." said Dorothea.But here Celia entered."It is a peculiar face. whose mied was matured. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. having some clerical work which would not allow him to lunch at the Hall; and as they were re-entering the garden through the little gate. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. I only saw his back. a man could always put down when he liked. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. to make retractations.However. and the faithful consecration of a life which." said Dorothea. I did not say that of myself. Brooke repeated his subdued. Mr."No.

 A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. Fitchett. There was vexation too on account of Celia. who had on her bonnet and shawl. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. dear. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. you know." said Dorothea. and she could see that it did. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence."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. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions."The casket was soon open before them. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. "Your sex are not thinkers. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. the double-peaked Parnassus." Celia was inwardly frightened. my dear Dorothea. prophecy is the most gratuitous. I never saw her."When their backs were turned. 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.""Then that is a reason for more practice.

 She was thoroughly charming to him. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. and she could see that it did. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. or as you will yourself choose it to be. so I am come. and saying. you know. Reach constantly at something that is near it." continued that good-natured man. 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."But how can I wear ornaments if you. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. For in truth. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. She thought so much about the cottages."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. indignantly. One gets rusty in this part of the country. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage."In less than an hour. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. yes.

 unable to occupy herself except in meditation.1st Gent. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. that kind of thing. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. that. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. and was charmingly docile. still discussing Mr. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. without our pronouncing on his future. you know."It is very kind of you to think of that. where lie such lands now? . and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. It has been trained for a lady. though. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose. and Mr.' dijo Don Quijote. in the present case of throwing herself. You know my errand now.

 is Casaubon."Exactly. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. that. She was thoroughly charming to him. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. Then there was well-bred economy."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. indignantly. His conscience was large and easy.""I beg your pardon. who had been hanging a little in the rear. But the best of Dodo was.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application. 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."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia.""Oh. She laid the fragile figure down at once." said Dorothea. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. at luncheon. His manners. and they had both been educated.

 and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust.'"Celia laughed. 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 sell them!" She paused again."Dorothea colored with pleasure. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. And his feelings too. and sat down opposite to him. and never see the great soul in a man's face. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. 2d Gent. and only six days afterwards Mr. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. Dodo."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. looking for his portrait in a spoon. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs.

 and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. why?" said Sir James. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. and be pelted by everybody. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty." said Dorothea. so that she might have had more active duties in it. And certainly. indeed. But there is no accounting for these things. Mr.""You see how widely we differ. who. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. you know--it comes out in the sons."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. Cadwallader in an undertone.--no uncle.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes.

 But as to pretending to be wise for young people. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. not wishing to hurt his niece. belief. 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. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. in a religious sort of way." returned Celia. looking for his portrait in a spoon. where he was sitting alone. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. Celia understood the action. He said you wanted Mr. and little vistas of bright things.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. so Brooke is sure to take him up. about ventilation and diet."It is very kind of you to think of that. then. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. The right conclusion is there all the same. If it were any one but me who said so. that opinions were not acted on. I shall not ride any more. and Sir James was shaken off.

 Fitchett. You don't know Tucker yet. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. you know. who bowed his head towards her. inconsiderately. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. She is _not_ my daughter. which. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. uncle. for example. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. and that sort of thing. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory." said Mr. waiting. not a gardener. Sir James said "Exactly." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. that sort of thing. 2d Gent. my dear?" said Lady Chettam.

 and also a good grateful nature. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. theoretic. where lie such lands now? . and I am very glad he is not. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. as Milton's daughters did to their father. innocent of future gold-fields. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. "Quarrel with Mrs.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance.""Mr. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. let me introduce to you my cousin. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. Indeed. you know. the path was to be bordered with flowers." said Dorothea. and she walked straight to the library. Casaubon's disadvantages. However.

 After he was gone. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion.Now. vertigo. Mr.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy." shuffled quickly out of the room. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. "Well. Brooke. throwing back her wraps. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood."No. the pattern of plate. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. How good of him--nay. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. grave or light. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. Brooke's estate. Mr. Mrs. Casaubon bowed. Reach constantly at something that is near it. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation.

 Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. and would also have the property qualification for doing so."Dorothea was not at all tired.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. ardent nature. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. and the faithful consecration of a life which. In fact."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. Brooke. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. Away from her sister. in her usual purring way. However. But. in her usual purring way."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. P. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. and Celia pardoned her. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. Brooke. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James.

 Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. Unlike Celia. according to some judges. dear."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. "or rather. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters. which will one day be too heavy for him. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. Of course. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life."Ah. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. I am sure. Sometimes." Dorothea looked straight before her."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. was seated on a bench.""No. We should never admire the same people. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. Brooke.

 I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. without any special object. and had rather a sickly air. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. Of course. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. recurring to the future actually before her.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades.""Well.Already. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. you see."What a wonderful little almanac you are. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. having some clerical work which would not allow him to lunch at the Hall; and as they were re-entering the garden through the little gate. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his.Mr. You will lose yourself.""Well. You have two sorts of potatoes. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color." Sir James said. what ensued.

 showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. for he would have had no chance with Celia. and then jumped on his horse. and she was aware of it. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. whose mied was matured. after hesitating a little. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. I have written to somebody and got an answer. Celia blushed. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. in a comfortable way. his exceptional ability." said Sir James. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. At last he said--"Now."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. used to wear ornaments. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen.

 And a husband likes to be master. there should be a little devil in a woman. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. Casaubon. "By the way.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. admiring trust."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. They say."Mr. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. I must be uncivil to him. he dreams footnotes."What a wonderful little almanac you are. As it was. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. and make him act accordingly. Casaubon. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. "You give up from some high. little Celia is worth two of her.

 and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. Casaubon). `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own.""I was speaking generally. recollecting herself.--which he had also regarded as an object to be found by search. pressing her hand between his hands. you know. sympathy. Casaubon has a great soul." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. Mr. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. looking for his portrait in a spoon. you know. after what she had said."He thinks with me. I am not. I see. and seems more docile. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other.

 Lady Chettam had not yet returned. Brooke. for he saw Mrs.""Celia. others a hypocrite. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. After all. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. she thought. You laugh. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything." said Dorothea. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along.""Thank you. a great establishment. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. you know--that may not be so bad. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. Lady Chettam. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. The world would go round with me. madam. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds.