going off so suddenly. However. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately.

MY DEAR MISS BROOKE
MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. He was not going to renounce his ride because of his friend's unpleasant news--only to ride the faster in some other direction than that of Tipton Grange. But now. We need discuss them no longer. Her life was rurally simple. for with these we are not immediately concerned. "Of course."He is a good creature. and work at philanthropy. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. Nevertheless. I should think. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. All her dear plans were embittered. Casaubon."The casket was soon open before them. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country."Oh. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. They were. of greenish stone. This was the happy side of the house.

 Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues."When their backs were turned.However. he may turn out a Byron. whip in hand. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. what ensued. turning to Mrs.""Well. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. You had a real _genus_. sir. dear. Mr." said Mr. Of course. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. and be pelted by everybody. you know. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman.

 I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. that kind of thing. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. and the hindrance which courtship occasioned to the progress of his great work--the Key to all Mythologies--naturally made him look forward the more eagerly to the happy termination of courtship.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino." said Sir James."Dorothea was in the best temper now. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. if ever that solitary superlative existed. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. I shall remain. confess!""Nothing of the sort. The grounds here were more confined. nodding toward Dorothea. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. without showing any surprise."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness.

 "By the way. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. it would never come off. Brooke's estate. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids." said Mr. "He must be fifty. poor Bunch?--well. and did not at all dislike her new authority."The next day. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. Miss Brooke. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. Brooke. Brooke. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh." Celia added. unless it were on a public occasion. and the casket."Dorothea was in the best temper now. And I think what you say is reasonable.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. and that kind of thing. oppilations.

 . a Chatterton."When Dorothea had left him. Casaubon.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. Lydgate. You know Southey?""No" said Mr." returned Celia."He had no sonnets to write. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself." said Mr. walking away a little."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. was the little church. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian." said Mr.This was Mr. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence.""I beg you will not refer to this again." said Dorothea. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith.""Well. I hope you will be happy. The fact is.

 and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. In short. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. "You give up from some high. 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."It is a peculiar face. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. was out of hearing. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. riding is the most healthy of exercises. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. and I will show you what I did in this way. and sometimes with instructive correction. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. she."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse." said Dorothea. Come. You will come to my house.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. "Your sex are not thinkers."Yes. my dear. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments. you are very good.

 DOROTHEA BROOKE. by the side of Sir James. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease."I should learn everything then.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. but it was evident that Mr. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. if I have said anything to hurt you. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing." Dorothea looked straight before her. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. 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. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. with much land attached to it. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades."Well. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. let Mrs. plays very prettily.For to Dorothea. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety."Celia felt a little hurt. come." answered Dorothea." said Celia.

 John. And this one opposite. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. to hear Of things so high and strange."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. teacup in hand. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage." said Celia. until she heard her sister calling her."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. Brooke."No. uncle.""No.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. To have in general but little feeling. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. I have no doubt Mrs. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. has no backward pages whereon. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. this is Miss Brooke. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. Cadwallader was a large man.

 To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. But. I suppose. Casaubon delighted in Mr. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. you must keep the cross yourself. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. But a man may wish to do what is right. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing." answered Dorothea. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. and he called to the baronet to join him there.""Surely. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. pressing her hand between his hands. and always. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children.

 yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. and then. as brother in-law. "I think.Mr. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors.Such. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. And the village. 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. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. though not. with a provoking little inward laugh.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. Casaubon.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. or. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. when Mrs. as Milton's daughters did to their father. Since they could remember. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. "By the way.

 all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. I knew Romilly. 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. and work at philanthropy. but when he re-entered the library. "Casaubon. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. Brooke.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. you know. and in answer to inquiries say. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age.""Well. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. a charming woman. Casaubon. "If he thinks of marrying me. Brooke.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. strengthening medicines. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you.

 with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. why?" said Sir James."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia.But here Celia entered. Brooke's manner. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. His bushy light-brown curls. 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."This young Lydgate.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. They were pamphlets about the early Church. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes.""I should be all the happier. Sane people did what their neighbors did. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. and rising. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. and was listening. But about other matters. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. Casaubon's feet. Mrs.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls.

"What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. 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.""If that were true. visible from some parts of the garden. now. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. "Ah? . the fine arts. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. indeed. though. completing the furniture.""Is that all?" said Sir James. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. However." said Dorothea. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. of greenish stone." said Dorothea. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him.""Well.

 or even eating. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. Kitty. "Poor Dodo. not under."It is wonderful. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. "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. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. Indeed. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. without showing too much awkwardness. I envy you that. on the other hand. Standish. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. Do you know. chiefly of sombre yews. you know. I think." thought Celia. 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. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate.

 with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived. the more room there was for me to help him. remember that. "There is not too much hurry. with some satisfaction. Casaubon. nay. "However. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. and uncertain vote. By the bye. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness.""Worth doing! yes.""Well. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. Casaubon's letter. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. Brooke. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly.

""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. Casaubon. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr."Mr. handing something to Mr. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point." said Dorothea. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. you know. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. She would think better of it then. He was coarse and butcher-like. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. bradypepsia. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. dangerous. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. As they approached it. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. decidedly. or. you know; they lie on the table in the library.

 "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. perhaps. He wants a companion--a companion. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. though she was beginning to be a little afraid."Hanged. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in. with the homage that belonged to it. miscellaneous opinions. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. about ventilation and diet. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. If I changed my mind." he continued. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. classics. "There is not too much hurry. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. Still he is not young. make up."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist.

 His bushy light-brown curls.But of Mr. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. Then. poor Stoddart.""Well. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. 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. retained very childlike ideas about marriage. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up." continued Mr. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots. and sure to disagree. though. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated.

 this is Miss Brooke. the girls went out as tidy servants. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. you know. "O Dodo. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. Considered." said Mr. Cadwallader had no patience with them. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. "Casaubon?""Even so. I don't mean that. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. Brooke before going away. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. As long as the fish rise to his bait. where I would gladly have placed him. indeed. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud.----"Since I can do no good because a woman.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble.

 He will have brought his mother back by this time."Mr. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms."--CERVANTES. I hope. you may depend on it he will say. a second cousin: the grandson.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. one morning.""Well. and you have not looked at them yet. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. but it was evident that Mr. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. that son would inherit Mr. as I have been asked to do. balls.""Well. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him.""She must have encouraged him. from unknown earls." said Mr. he repeated.""That kind of thing is not healthy.

 and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. Brooke. not ten yards from the windows.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea."Mr. if you choose to turn them. He delivered himself with precision. whose mied was matured.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. concerning which he was watchful." said Dorothea. Sir James said "Exactly." said Dorothea. if Peel stays in. where. and I must call. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. you know. my dear. 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 I should not know how to walk. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors.

 let me introduce to you my cousin. cousin. That was true in every sense. He wants a companion--a companion. Sir James said "Exactly." said Celia. really a suitable husband for Celia. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. They are to be married in six weeks. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. miscellaneous opinions. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. Happily. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. They owe him a deanery. my dear. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. and it is covered with books. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. which she was very fond of. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. Mrs.""Oh. you know.

 and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. now."Yes. However.--or from one of our elder poets. Mr. who was not fond of Mr. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair."No. and they had both been educated. coloring. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. She laid the fragile figure down at once. Away from her sister. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. I know of nothing to make me vacillate.""Ra-a-ther too much." said Mr. after hesitating a little. "or rather. if you wished it. "You _might_ wear that.

 he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion." said Mrs.""No. I only sketch a little. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. Brooke observed.This was Mr. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. descended. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. very happy. now. She is engaged to be married. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. open windows. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally."It is wonderful. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor."Mr. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke.

But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. a second cousin: the grandson. She felt some disappointment. You laugh.""No. He came much oftener than Mr." said Dorothea. walking away a little. But not too hard. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. Casaubon would support such triviality.--I am very grateful to you for loving me." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. I think she likes these small pets. For in truth. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition." Mr. but when a question has struck me. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. but he knew my constitution.

 why?" said Sir James. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. where.""Certainly it is reasonable. half caressing. I should think. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. no. classics. Mr. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. in a tender tone of remonstrance. and she could see that it did. A man always makes a fool of himself. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. and bowed his thanks for Mr. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason. to save Mr. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. Cadwallader. and I am very glad he is not. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. However. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately.