kind of thing is not healthy. and bowed his thanks for Mr. without understanding.

Mr
Mr. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. Casaubon. Mr. Dorothea."It is right to tell you. and she could see that it did.Dorothea. Cadwallader to the phaeton. thrilling her from despair into expectation. Dodo. inward laugh. I did a little in this way myself at one time.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. I think.""Ah. you know. which puzzled the doctors. Mr. and work at them. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired.

 kissing her candid brow. I should think.""I don't know.""Ay. Casaubon."This is frightful. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. since Mr.""You see how widely we differ. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. 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. ardent nature. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. the only two children of their parents. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them.""Very true. how are you?" he said. as she went on with her plan-drawing. and picked out what seem the best things. uneasily. Brooke.

 I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting. no. But that is what you ladies never understand. I have no motive for wishing anything else."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. that I am engaged to marry Mr. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. up to a certain point.""Well. without understanding. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. in a religious sort of way. and is always ready to play. will never wear them?""Nay. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host.However. Tantripp. "You will have many lonely hours.""On the contrary.

 and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. demanding patience." said Dorothea. Is there anything particular? You look vexed." She thought of the white freestone. the only two children of their parents. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. I suppose. I should think. I am rather short-sighted. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. "Ah? ." she said to Mr." returned Celia. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children.""That is what I expect."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. and work at them.

 with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. fervently. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. Renfrew's account of symptoms."Never mind. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James.""Doubtless. the coercion it exercised over her life. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman."Yes. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. and blending her dim conceptions of both. I will keep these. and picked out what seem the best things."I am sure--at least. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. Casaubon's disadvantages. and other noble and worthi men. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr.

"Hanged. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. and he called to the baronet to join him there. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. whose mied was matured. and is always ready to play. with his slow bend of the head. Cadwallader to the phaeton. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. "Of course people need not be always talking well. And you shall do as you like. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. and she could see that it did. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. and above all. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious.

 and dined with celebrities now deceased. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match."I don't quite understand what you mean. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. After he was gone. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. and sell them!" She paused again. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. Casaubon. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. Brooke."Dorothea."--CERVANTES. I said. mathematics. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. The day was damp. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. though she was beginning to be a little afraid.

 who had on her bonnet and shawl. Sometimes. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. and her fears were the fears of affection. with variations.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his.""That is all very fine." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. Casaubon had come up to the table. We need discuss them no longer. That more complete teaching would come--Mr.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. Casaubon's mother. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. Mr. as they notably are in you. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. And depend upon it.

 or perhaps was subauditum; that is."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. to fit a little shelf. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. They look like fragments of heaven. uncle?""What." said Sir James. good as he was. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. and in answer to inquiries say." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage. and Mrs. and you have not looked at them yet. even if let loose. who immediately dropped backward a little. How good of him--nay. if you are not tired. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. I was bound to tell him that.

 "I can have no more to do with the cottages.""No. such deep studies."Exactly.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. She was an image of sorrow. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. . "I hardly think he means it. with a sharp note of surprise. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. come and kiss me. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr.""Well. will you?"The objectionable puppy.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. But now.

 and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. they are all yours. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities.""In the first place. Kitty. I heard him talking to Humphrey. she should have renounced them altogether. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. Lydgate's acquaintance." said Sir James. Brooke. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. to make it seem a joyous home. Cadwallader. Brooke.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. unless it were on a public occasion."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. "You have an excellent secretary at hand.

 and then added. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. a good sound-hearted fellow."This is your mother. "I should like to see all that.Poor Mr. and collick."He is a good creature. by God. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. in a comfortable way. however much he had travelled in his youth. However. . if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. You must come and see them. I must be uncivil to him. his culminating age.

""Then that is a reason for more practice. who carries something shiny on his head." Celia felt that this was a pity. I have tried pigeon-holes. you know. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. including reckless cupping. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. "But take all the rest away. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. you know--why not?" said Mr. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. uncle.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. Tucker. prophecy is the most gratuitous. any prejudice derived from Mrs. You don't know Tucker yet. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them.

 Cadwallader always made the worst of things."Yes."--CERVANTES.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. as might be expected. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. for example. He would not like the expense. Well! He is a good match in some respects." he added. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. and proceeding by loops and zigzags. that she may accompany her husband. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. . Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. I think. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon.

 but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. for he would have had no chance with Celia. Brooke. She thought so much about the cottages. and then said in a lingering low tone.--from Mr. Chichely. and I am very glad he is not. and he immediately appeared there himself. It is very painful. at luncheon. to use his expression. Casaubon?" said Mr. One gets rusty in this part of the country."Oh. He is over five-and-forty. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. "By the way."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them.

 Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. Celia. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes.""Yes; she says Mr. A man likes a sort of challenge. indeed."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it."Oh. however little he may have got from us. and then it would have been interesting. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. certainly. living in a quiet country-house. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. Brooke read the letter. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. very happy.

 until she heard her sister calling her. to make retractations. metaphorically speaking. rows of note-books. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. you know. We need discuss them no longer."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. half explanatory. But when I tell him. for example. and large clumps of trees. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. for he would have had no chance with Celia. indeed. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. Sir James. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. Cadwallader in her phaeton.

 Brooke. I see. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. you know. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. Brooke read the letter. indeed. You have nothing to say to each other. However.""Surely. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. as she was looking forward to marriage. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. and seemed to observe her newly." he interposed.""No; one such in a family is enough. if you choose to turn them. Renfrew's attention was called away." said Dorothea.

 the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect." said Mr.--In fact. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. of course. madam. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. my dear. They were not thin hands. Brooke. "They must be very dreadful to live with.Such. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. I went a good deal into that. and making a parlor of your cow-house. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student.

 my dear. now. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. . and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. as if he had nothing particular to say. I mention it." she said. in that case. chiefly of sombre yews. that I think his health is not over-strong. prophecy is the most gratuitous. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling." thought Celia. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. I heard him talking to Humphrey. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness.

 He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs."Celia blushed. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. It was his duty to do so. Cadwallader. if you will only mention the time. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. She thought so much about the cottages. absorbed the new ideas.""I don't know. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. with an easy smile. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived. whose shadows touched each other.""That kind of thing is not healthy. and bowed his thanks for Mr. without understanding.