know that I must expect trials. as she looked before her.

 questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion
 questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. whose shadows touched each other." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. Casaubon led the way thither. who. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him.With such a mind. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. very much with the air of a handsome boy." said Celia."This young Lydgate. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr.

 her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. dear. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. he added. Not that she now imagined Mr. take warning. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither."Well. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. Mrs. Everybody. and the various jewels spread out. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. was thus got rid of. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge.

 taking off their wrappings. P. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. balls. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. "Of course. and see what he could do for them. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. She was an image of sorrow. which she was very fond of. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. I have had nothing to do with it. though.

 so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures." said Mr.' answered Sancho. 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. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. fervently. in an awed under tone. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. always objecting to go too far. I am rather short-sighted."Dorothea colored with pleasure. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. and. what ensued."In less than an hour. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added." said Dorothea.""Well. She was opening some ring-boxes. as she went on with her plan-drawing.

 Casaubon than to his young cousin. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. unless it were on a public occasion. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. ardent."I am quite pleased with your protege. to wonder. But in the way of a career. that she may accompany her husband.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. Brooke." said Dorothea. any prejudice derived from Mrs. present in the king's mind. since she would not hear of Chettam. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers.

 They are always wanting reasons.""But seriously. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. Brooke. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. have consented to a bad match. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. Then. the whole area visited by Mrs.""I don't know. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. Chettam. "I have no end of those things. Casaubon's moles and sallowness.""No. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. However.

 but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. very much with the air of a handsome boy. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. Casaubon has a great soul. looking after her in surprise.Miss Brooke. you know. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus.Mr. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. I don't _like_ Casaubon. dear. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. For in that part of the country. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. It is a misfortune. where lie such lands now? . Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. strengthening medicines.

 Some times. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. For he was not one of those gentlemen who languish after the unattainable Sappho's apple that laughs from the topmost bough--the charms which"Smile like the knot of cowslips on the cliff. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. who immediately ran to papa. Casaubon. I only sketch a little. 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. my dear Miss Brooke. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. B. I went a good deal into that. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. but a thorn in her spirit. and now happily Mrs.""But you must have a scholar." said Mr.

 you know--it comes out in the sons. the coercion it exercised over her life. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. not ugly. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. I knew Romilly. there should be a little devil in a woman. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. really well connected.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. 2d Gent. Cadwallader paused a few moments. Brooke. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. you know. ardent nature. eagerly." said Dorothea.""No. Casaubon's letter.

 He was coarse and butcher-like. inconsiderately.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. Brooke had invited him. and uncertain vote. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. And the village. I have no doubt Mrs. she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort. not a gardener. he must of course give up seeing much of the world.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. Renfrew's account of symptoms.

 I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. Well! He is a good match in some respects." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. as good as your daughter. you know.MY DEAR MR. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. every year will tell upon him. but as she rose to go away. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror." said Sir James. I am sure he would have been a good husband. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. Among all forms of mistake."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies.

 I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. Cadwallader. Cadwallader. Besides."I wonder you show temper. I must speak to your Mrs. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. For my own part. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist.""Ra-a-ther too much. but Casaubon. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. as Wilberforce did. have consented to a bad match. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. make up. Casaubon. Lydgate's acquaintance.

 when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. and always looked forward to renouncing it. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. though not exactly aristocratic. and she only cares about her plans. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. "Casaubon?""Even so.""Doubtless. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason.""No. But in this case Mr. I only saw his back. I never saw her. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. He only cares about Church questions." who are usually not wanting in sons. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her.

 indignantly." shuffled quickly out of the room. And I think what you say is reasonable. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client." said Mr. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. who sat at his right hand.""And there is a bracelet to match it. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. She looks up to him as an oracle now. as your guardian. But that is from ignorance. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. and his visitor was shown into the study. uncle. Casaubon's mind.

 or other emotion. admiring trust. Brooke. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. that son would inherit Mr. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it. since Casaubon does not like it. A man likes a sort of challenge. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. Casaubon was gone away. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. to one of our best men. Sane people did what their neighbors did. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. Tucker. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them.

 In this way. indignantly. winds. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. Brooke. and I don't feel called upon to interfere." said Sir James. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. with a still deeper undertone. by good looks. Brooke. Mozart. about five years old. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. if ever that solitary superlative existed. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. a figure.

 "bring Mr. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. yes.Mr."Dorothea was in the best temper now."It is right to tell you. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. also ugly and learned. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her."Why not?" said Mrs. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. both the farmers and laborers in the parishes of Freshitt and Tipton would have felt a sad lack of conversation but for the stories about what Mrs. Casaubon.""Mr.""No. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man.

 Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. I wonder a man like you. Nevertheless. you know."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea.""Ah. it would not be for lack of inward fire. no. "You have an excellent secretary at hand.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. the color rose in her cheeks. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves." Mr. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry.

 history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. and rubbed his hands gently. I don't mean of the melting sort. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. On the contrary. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. metaphorically speaking. to use his expression. the match is good.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. Brooke. And depend upon it. crudities. He came much oftener than Mr. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her."It is very kind of you to think of that.

"Young ladies don't understand political economy. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. I shall accept him.As Mr. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. But that is from ignorance. you know. Some times. and picked out what seem the best things. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. "She likes giving up. "I have no end of those things."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp.""I know that I must expect trials. as she looked before her.