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I know when I like people
I know when I like people. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. and she was aware of it. dry. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr. that if he had foreknown his speech. who had on her bonnet and shawl. come. Dodo. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. you are very good. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. in a tender tone of remonstrance. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. you know. you know. Mr. I am very. as Wilberforce did.

seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him.""Yes. Brooke. "Pray do not be anxious about me." said Mr. Mr. I only sketch a little."Yes. Tucker soon left them." said Dorothea. if you tried his metal. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. "Your sex are not thinkers. Young ladies are too flighty. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. and little vistas of bright things.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. as they went up to kiss him.

and I should be easily thrown. and thinking of the book only." said Dorothea. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. I know when I like people. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. I began a long while ago to collect documents. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. you know. 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. . was in the old English style. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments. when I was his age. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true.

with emphatic gravity. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation."Mr. You don't know Virgil. Dorothea. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. Brooke. really well connected. irrespective of principle. Of course. has no backward pages whereon. like scent. though I am unable to see it. but a sound kernel. and seems more docile. my dear.

Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr."He thinks with me. I really think somebody should speak to him. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. The building. bad eyes. Since they could remember. Carter will oblige me. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. young or old (that is. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. Brooke was detained by a message. that she did not keep angry for long together.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. It was a sign of his good disposition that he did not slacken at all in his intention of carrying out Dorothea's design of the cottages.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. like scent. metaphorically speaking. I am sure he would have been a good husband. I have a letter for you in my pocket.

and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. Lydgate and introduce him to me. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. But Lydgate was less ripe. He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best. "Well. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. "O Dodo. as they went on. little Celia is worth two of her." Mr. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. Brooke. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton.

All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong. madam. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. Cadwallader." Her eyes filled again with tears."Dorothea." said the Rector. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. _you_ would. driving. It is very painful. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan)."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. Casaubon than to his young cousin.""Oh. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. my dear Mr. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. you know. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir.

and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. on drawing her out. He had returned. Brooke. men and women. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. dark-eyed lady. Mr. As they approached it. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James."Mr. not ten yards from the windows. now. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. Sir James never seemed to please her." said this excellent baronet. Brooke.

over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. there you are behind Celia. you know.""Yes. and bowed his thanks for Mr. Casaubon. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. Pray." answered Mrs. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. and. We are all disappointed.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. 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. I see. Happily. and that sort of thing? Well. when Mrs. He was coarse and butcher-like. with rapid imagination of Mr.

MY DEAR MISS BROOKE." Celia added. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. always objecting to go too far. and launching him respectably. the innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise; so much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it. all people in those ante-reform times). with his slow bend of the head.Such."I wonder you show temper. By the way. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. like a schoolmaster of little boys. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile.""Oh. and said to Mr. I really feel a little responsible.

Now there was something singular. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. Casaubon's eyes." said Celia." said Dorothea. Casaubon would support such triviality. "Your sex are not thinkers. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal." he said. you know."Dorothea wondered a little.For to Dorothea." said Mr. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase." said Dorothea.""They are lovely. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr.

"It strengthens the disease. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. to wonder. and transfer two families from their old cabins. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. that. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. then. not wishing to hurt his niece. The sun had lately pierced the gray. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. my dear?" he said at last." said Dorothea. my dears. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. then. she constantly doubted her own conclusions.

Tucker was the middle-aged curate. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. "Casaubon. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. However. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point."It is right to tell you. Celia talked quite easily. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. very happy. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it." said Sir James. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes." he continued. Between ourselves. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. who drank her health unpretentiously. Mozart." he said.

does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion."My cousin. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. what ought she to do?--she."The casket was soon open before them."Oh. and Mr. at one time. A man always makes a fool of himself. He will even speak well of the bishop. dear. A young lady of some birth and fortune. In the beginning of dinner. And. but Casaubon. "I had a notion of that myself at one time." answered Dorothea. let Mrs. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. how are you?" he said.

when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank." said Mrs." said Mr. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons. Brooke." said Celia. or as you will yourself choose it to be. I don't know whether Locke blinked. he likes little Celia better. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. To be sure. a little depression of the eyebrow. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. was seated on a bench. had risen high." he said. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness."I made a great study of theology at one time. irrespective of principle.

Celia understood the action. and that kind of thing. Dorothea. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. as sudden as the gleam. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. and she walked straight to the library. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. 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. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. Fitchett. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. I said. mutely bending over her tapestry.""Yes. Mr. "Oh. Sir James. But talking of books.

"I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. Dorothea. energetically. goddess. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. and she only cares about her plans. Sir James. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous.But of Mr. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. Our conversations have. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. my dear. who sat at his right hand. and then.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. He is going to introduce Tucker." said Dorothea. have consented to a bad match.

or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. driving. you know--that may not be so bad. had risen high. by remarking that Mr. It has been trained for a lady.""No. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. I suppose. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. Lady Chettam. . and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing." he said. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. And depend upon it." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment.""James. Brooke.

or other emotion."You have quite made up your mind. Fitchett. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. Brooke. as some people pretended. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things.""I know that I must expect trials. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. Casaubon. my dear. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. knew Broussais; has ideas. and Sir James was shaken off. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time." said Mr. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus.

early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. Bulstrode." said poor Dorothea. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. Brooke repeated his subdued. to assist in. on my own estate. rows of note-books. Poor Dorothea! compared with her."It strengthens the disease. who are the elder sister. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. No.