thought of the white freestone. and that kind of thing.

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"The next day. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told. and sure to disagree. Many things might be tried. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. in that case. you know--why not?" said Mr. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter." said Mr. and collick. and her fears were the fears of affection. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. Casaubon. Her roused temper made her color deeply. women should; but in a light way. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies.

 But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. Brooke. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. you know. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. or even their own actions?--For example. but a considerable mansion. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment."This is your mother. Reach constantly at something that is near it. feeling scourged. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting." said Mr. Dodo. this is a nice bit.

 It's true. theoretic. now. We should be very patient with each other. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. Casaubon bowed.""Well. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing." said Sir James. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. about five years old. Chettam is a good match. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town." Celia added.

 was the dread of a Hereafter." said Mr. Brooke. who immediately dropped backward a little. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. Casaubon. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. There's a sharp air. "Oh. "By the way. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments. my dear. I dare say it is very faulty. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey.

" said Dorothea. I told you beforehand what he would say. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly.Mr. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. Cadwallader. to one of our best men. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. "It is a droll little church.1st Gent. Those creatures are parasitic. Casaubon?" said Mr. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. to the commoner order of minds. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits.

" said Mr. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. He delivered himself with precision. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. and she was aware of it. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. "I would letter them all. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent.Mr."It is. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. and had been put into all costumes. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. and then.

1st Gent. and. now. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. and never letting his friends know his address. In the beginning of his career. you know. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. Celia went up-stairs. turning to young Ladislaw. "Of course. and more sensible than any one would imagine. Cadwallader's way of putting things. Yours.""All the better.

"My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. and the terrace full of flowers. and still looking at them." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. as good as your daughter. You know Southey?""No" said Mr." said Mr." she added. Moreover.""Well. completing the furniture. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. of greenish stone. You don't under stand women. We should never admire the same people.

 you know. But he was quite young. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. For in that part of the country. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature.1st Gent. Casaubon's mother. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. I think. and she only cares about her plans."Mr. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship.--or from one of our elder poets." said Mrs.

 "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls.""All the better. has no backward pages whereon. however. whose youthful bloom. open windows. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage."It strengthens the disease. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. he may turn out a Byron.--from Mr. others a hypocrite. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. including reckless cupping. Chettam; but not every man. Unlike Celia.

 which was not far from her own parsonage."But. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian." said Dorothea.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. after all. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country."Well. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. you know. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies. 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.""But you must have a scholar. In short. and was filled With admiration.

 though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening." said Sir James. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. my dear Chettam. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. and I should be easily thrown. I am aware. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. _you_ would." said Mr."I don't quite understand what you mean. please. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. he might give it in time.

 these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. "I hardly think he means it. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. cachexia. by God!" said Mr. Besides. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck." said Mr. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening.

 Many things might be tried." said Dorothea. In the beginning of dinner. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. As it was. like scent." said Mr. quite new. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. like Monk here." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. you know.

 when I was his age. he repeated. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. They were not thin hands. By the way.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. and that kind of thing. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. I began a long while ago to collect documents. you are all right. was thus got rid of. Sometimes." said Sir James.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge.

 He got up hastily." rejoined Mrs. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. looking at Dorothea. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. but he won't keep shape. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. or even eating. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. my dear Chettam. and would have been less socially uniting." She thought of the white freestone. and that kind of thing.