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They
are
not
always
too
grossly
deceived
;
for
Sinbad
himself
may
have
fallen
by
good
-
luck
on
a
true
description
,
and
wrong
reasoning
sometimes
lands
poor
mortals
in
right
conclusions
:
starting
a
long
way
off
the
true
point
,
and
proceeding
by
loops
and
zigzags
,
we
now
and
then
arrive
just
where
we
ought
to
be
.
Because
Miss
Brooke
was
hasty
in
her
trust
,
it
is
not
therefore
clear
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
unworthy
of
it
.
He
stayed
a
little
longer
than
he
had
intended
,
on
a
slight
pressure
of
invitation
from
Mr
.
Brooke
,
who
offered
no
bait
except
his
own
documents
on
machine
-
breaking
and
rick
-
burning
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
called
into
the
library
to
look
at
these
in
a
heap
,
while
his
host
picked
up
first
one
and
then
the
other
to
read
aloud
from
in
a
skipping
and
uncertain
way
,
passing
from
one
unfinished
passage
to
another
with
a
"
Yes
,
now
,
but
here
!
"
and
finally
pushing
them
all
aside
to
open
the
journal
of
his
youthful
Continental
travels
.
"
Look
here
—
here
is
all
about
Greece
.
Rhamnus
,
the
ruins
of
Rhamnus
—
you
are
a
great
Grecian
,
now
.
I
don
’
t
know
whether
you
have
given
much
study
to
the
topography
.
I
spent
no
end
of
time
in
making
out
these
things
—
Helicon
,
now
.
Here
,
now
!
—
‘
We
started
the
next
morning
for
Parnassus
,
the
double
-
peaked
Parnassus
.
’
All
this
volume
is
about
Greece
,
you
know
,
"
Mr
.
Brooke
wound
up
,
rubbing
his
thumb
transversely
along
the
edges
of
the
leaves
as
he
held
the
book
forward
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
made
a
dignified
though
somewhat
sad
audience
;
bowed
in
the
right
place
,
and
avoided
looking
at
anything
documentary
as
far
as
possible
,
without
showing
disregard
or
impatience
;
mindful
that
this
desultoriness
was
associated
with
the
institutions
of
the
country
,
and
that
the
man
who
took
him
on
this
severe
mental
scamper
was
not
only
an
amiable
host
,
but
a
landholder
and
custos
rotulorum
.
Was
his
endurance
aided
also
by
the
reflection
that
Mr
.
Brooke
was
the
uncle
of
Dorothea
?
Certainly
he
seemed
more
and
more
bent
on
making
her
talk
to
him
,
on
drawing
her
out
,
as
Celia
remarked
to
herself
;
and
in
looking
at
her
his
face
was
often
lit
up
by
a
smile
like
pale
wintry
sunshine
.
Before
he
left
the
next
morning
,
while
taking
a
pleasant
walk
with
Miss
Brooke
along
the
gravelled
terrace
,
he
had
mentioned
to
her
that
he
felt
the
disadvantage
of
loneliness
,
the
need
of
that
cheerful
companionship
with
which
the
presence
of
youth
can
lighten
or
vary
the
serious
toils
of
maturity
.
And
he
delivered
this
statement
with
as
much
careful
precision
as
if
he
had
been
a
diplomatic
envoy
whose
words
would
be
attended
with
results
.
Indeed
,
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
not
used
to
expect
that
he
should
have
to
repeat
or
revise
his
communications
of
a
practical
or
personal
kind
.
The
inclinations
which
he
had
deliberately
stated
on
the
2d
of
October
he
would
think
it
enough
to
refer
to
by
the
mention
of
that
date
;
judging
by
the
standard
of
his
own
memory
,
which
was
a
volume
where
a
vide
supra
could
serve
instead
of
repetitions
,
and
not
the
ordinary
long
-
used
blotting
-
book
which
only
tells
of
forgotten
writing
.
But
in
this
case
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
confidence
was
not
likely
to
be
falsified
,
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
.
It
was
three
o
’
clock
in
the
beautiful
breezy
autumn
day
when
Mr
.
Casaubon
drove
off
to
his
Rectory
at
Lowick
,
only
five
miles
from
Tipton
;
and
Dorothea
,
who
had
on
her
bonnet
and
shawl
,
hurried
along
the
shrubbery
and
across
the
park
that
she
might
wander
through
the
bordering
wood
with
no
other
visible
companionship
than
that
of
Monk
,
the
Great
St
.
Bernard
dog
,
who
always
took
care
of
the
young
ladies
in
their
walks
.
There
had
risen
before
her
the
girl
’
s
vision
of
a
possible
future
for
herself
to
which
she
looked
forward
with
trembling
hope
,
and
she
wanted
to
wander
on
in
that
visionary
future
without
interruption
.
She
walked
briskly
in
the
brisk
air
,
the
color
rose
in
her
cheeks
,
and
her
straw
bonnet
(
which
our
contemporaries
might
look
at
with
conjectural
curiosity
as
at
an
obsolete
form
of
basket
)
fell
a
little
backward
.
She
would
perhaps
be
hardly
characterized
enough
if
it
were
omitted
that
she
wore
her
brown
hair
flatly
braided
and
coiled
behind
so
as
to
expose
the
outline
of
her
head
in
a
daring
manner
at
a
time
when
public
feeling
required
the
meagreness
of
nature
to
be
dissimulated
by
tall
barricades
of
frizzed
curls
and
bows
,
never
surpassed
by
any
great
race
except
the
Feejeean
.
This
was
a
trait
of
Miss
Brooke
’
s
asceticism
.
But
there
was
nothing
of
an
ascetic
’
s
expression
in
her
bright
full
eyes
,
as
she
looked
before
her
,
not
consciously
seeing
,
but
absorbing
into
the
intensity
of
her
mood
,
the
solemn
glory
of
the
afternoon
with
its
long
swathes
of
light
between
the
far
-
off
rows
of
limes
,
whose
shadows
touched
each
other
.
All
people
,
young
or
old
(
that
is
,
all
people
in
those
ante
-
reform
times
)
,
would
have
thought
her
an
interesting
object
if
they
had
referred
the
glow
in
her
eyes
and
cheeks
to
the
newly
awakened
ordinary
images
of
young
love
:
the
illusions
of
Chloe
about
Strephon
have
been
sufficiently
consecrated
in
poetry
,
as
the
pathetic
loveliness
of
all
spontaneous
trust
ought
to
be
.
Miss
Pippin
adoring
young
Pumpkin
,
and
dreaming
along
endless
vistas
of
unwearying
companionship
,
was
a
little
drama
which
never
tired
our
fathers
and
mothers
,
and
had
been
put
into
all
costumes
.
