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"Do you know, Dorothea, I saw so up one of the

walks"

"Is that astonishing, Celia?"

"There ardener, you knohy not?" said Mr Brooke

"I told Casaubon he should change his gardener"

"No, not a gardener," said Celia; "a gentleht-brown curls I only saw his back But he was quite young"

"The curate's son, perhaps," said Mr Brooke "Ah, there is Casaubon

again, and Tucker with hi to introduce Tucker You

don't know Tucker yet"

Mr Tucker was the y,"

who are usually not wanting in sons But after the introduction, the

conversation did not lead to any question about his faotten by every one but

Celia She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and

sliure could have any relationship to Mr Tucker, as just as

old andas she would have expected Mr Casaubon's curate

to be; doubtless an excellent o to heaven (for Celia

wished not to be unprincipled), but the corners of his ht with some dismalness of the time she should

have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick, while the curate had probably no