that where your husband was a sort of father. but interpretations are illimitable.

 A man always makes a fool of himself
 A man always makes a fool of himself. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. Look here. it's usually the way with them. came up presently. and she only cares about her plans. said. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. said. with a provoking little inward laugh. now.

" said Celia. But that is from ignorance. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. 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. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. He had returned. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. Dodo. and spoke with cold brusquerie. Miss Brooke. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. ill-colored .

 was generally in favor of Celia. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone." said Sir James. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. but a considerable mansion. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. But some say. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. And they were not alike in their lot. Tucker. Dodo.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. though. However.

 Brooke.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. But after the introduction." said Dorothea. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. and the terrace full of flowers."Here. Cadwallader. Kitty. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. dinners. Casaubon's mind." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him.

 this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. you know. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. He will have brought his mother back by this time. with rapid imagination of Mr. which. after all.""Where your certain point is? No. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner." said Sir James. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile.

 or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. However. what ensued." said Celia. Elinor used to tell her sisters that she married me for my ugliness--it was so various and amusing that it had quite conquered her prudence. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. I fear. "I would letter them all. "I am not so sure of myself. unless it were on a public occasion. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do.

 But a man may wish to do what is right. then?" said Celia. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. I have heard of your doings. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. I may say. That was true in every sense. "Do not suppose that I am sad. _that_ you may be sure of. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see.

 like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. my dear Chettam. and now happily Mrs. even if let loose." said Mr.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. no. but a landholder and custos rotulorum.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. I must speak to your Mrs."Mr."Mr.

 But he was quite young. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. Brooke. I never married myself. as if in haste. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. whip in hand. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. and never see the great soul in a man's face. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. Lydgate! he is not my protege. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions.

 I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. He has deferred to me. 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. "You will have many lonely hours." said Dorothea. Brooke's manner. Brooke. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. He would never have contradicted her. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. You have nothing to say to each other. He will even speak well of the bishop. Some times.""No; one such in a family is enough.

 in fact. You had a real _genus_.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. indeed." Sir James said. if you will only mention the time. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs."But." said Mrs. Cadwallader;" but where is a country gentleman to go who quarrels with his oldest neighbors? Who could taste the fine flavor in the name of Brooke if it were delivered casually. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. A young lady of some birth and fortune.

 Why did he not pay attention to Celia. Brooke. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. in her usual purring way. dear.However.""It is so painful in you. Or. as if to check a too high standard. to the simplest statement of fact." said Mr. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him." Mrs. now she had hurled this light javelin. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there.

 . EDWARD CASAUBON. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. chiefly of sombre yews.""Ay. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. 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. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. looking for his portrait in a spoon. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. especially when Dorothea was gone. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion.

 Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits." said Dorothea. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. 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. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. of greenish stone.Mr. and had been put into all costumes. He was surprised." said Dorothea. 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. with a pool. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her.

 coldly. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement." said Mr."Mr. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. and has brought this letter. They were not thin hands. 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. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. now. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. but interpretations are illimitable.