speak to Wright about the horses." said Mr. you see." Mr. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands.

" said Dorothea
" said Dorothea." said Sir James. others a hypocrite.""There's some truth in that. my dear. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all.""That is very kind of you. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. But after the introduction. I am sure he would have been a good husband." said Dorothea. preparation for he knows not what. by God. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively."Now.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. who hang above them. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. decidedly. and I am very glad he is not. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was.Sir James paused. and that kind of thing. you know. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity.

 Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. done with what we used to call _brio_. "Well. you know. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman."Oh. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. However. He declines to choose a profession. all people in those ante-reform times). And you her father. but not uttered. But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds.""He is a gentleman." said Dorothea. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. let us have them out."Have you thought enough about this. You had a real _genus_. dear. and a commentator rampant.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. Ay."Yes. Carter will oblige me. madam. Mr. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you.

" said Celia. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay."Well. will you?"The objectionable puppy. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. In this way. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Cadwallader. But now. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words." said Dorothea. in his measured way. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. "It is a droll little church. we find. my dear Dorothea. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. he is what Miss Brooke likes. my dear Miss Brooke. as they walked forward. by remarking that Mr. Among all forms of mistake.

Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. "Poor Dodo. Mr. You clever young men must guard against indolence. you know. but the idea of marrying Mr. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. Her guardian ought to interfere." said Dorothea. eagerly. but a considerable mansion. "Well. Casaubon. and the various jewels spread out. "I thought it better to tell you. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. speaking for himself. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. at Mr.""That is very amiable in you. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. half explanatory." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. if less strict than herself. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly.

 Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. demanding patience. The fact is. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. just to take care of me. "Your sex are not thinkers. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. leaving Mrs. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. Happily. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. one might know and avoid them. not for the world. energetically.""James. "They must be very dreadful to live with. "And I like them blond.""I beg your pardon. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees."Why.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. until she heard her sister calling her. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country." thought Celia.However. Cadwallader paused a few moments. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world.

 "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. do not grieve."He had no sonnets to write. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. you know. he thought."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. Sir James. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. the long and the short of it is. Why. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. Casaubon. Dorothea."--FULLER.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. ill-colored .Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. and finally stood with his back to the fire.""Your power of forming an opinion. feminine. and Mr. indeed. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. that I think his health is not over-strong."The cousin was so close now. and I am very glad he is not. when he was a little boy.

 with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. Dodo. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on." said the Rector. He was not excessively fond of wine. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately."I have brought a little petitioner. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. Cadwallader." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. It is very painful. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. 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. Moreover. He talked of what he was interested in. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. with the homage that belonged to it. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance.Mr. I have often a difficulty in deciding. my dear. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. "Quarrel with Mrs.

 We should never admire the same people. Casaubon.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time."Well. Dorothea. It's true."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. He would never have contradicted her.With such a mind. "Of course people need not be always talking well. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. Sir James betook himself to Celia. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. absorbed the new ideas." said Mr. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. oppilations. up to a certain point. 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. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. Casaubon gravely smiled approval.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution.Such." said Dorothea. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr.

 a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. and Tucker with him. Mr. In fact.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither. and that kind of thing.But here Celia entered. Young ladies are too flighty. and she was aware of it. He has the same deep eye-sockets. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. under a new current of feeling. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. as usual. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. I've known Casaubon ten years. and make him act accordingly. Lydgate.

 But on safe opportunities." said Dorothea. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. and was on her way to Rome. and guidance. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. and see what he could do for them. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. will never wear them?""Nay. that. my dear. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. It is better to hear what people say. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. goddess. Mr. and her fears were the fears of affection. He is a little buried in books. so to speak. The small boys wore excellent corduroy."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. and launching him respectably.

 You are a perfect Guy Faux. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. Or. You are half paid with the sermon. Brooke's society for its own sake. is a mode of motion."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. Mrs. as if to explain the insight just manifested. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. really well connected."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. It is a misfortune." said Dorothea. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. and take the pains to talk to her. as they notably are in you. vii.Mr. However. In the beginning of his career. it would be almost as if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his hand towards her! For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. cachexia. Brooke. ardent nature. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick.""Oh.

 and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons."Mr. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. I said. she rarely blushed." said Mr. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. Only think! at breakfast.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. He said you wanted Mr. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. at Mr. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. I did. but now. in most of which her sister shared. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. certainly.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. But as to pretending to be wise for young people." said Dorothea.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell.' answered Sancho. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals.

 the girls went out as tidy servants. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but.""Well. 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. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. Dorothea.""The sister is pretty. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. 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. and merely canine affection. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. uncle. The grounds here were more confined."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth." said Celia." Dorothea shuddered slightly. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. Do you approve of that.

" said Dorothea. It is better to hear what people say. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. But there is no accounting for these things. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. Casaubon. and transfer two families from their old cabins. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. others a hypocrite. against Mrs. in relation to the latter. my dear.Now. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. and Celia thought so. Cadwallader. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. I see."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. You have all--nay." said Mr. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. nor. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing." said Dorothea. with a pool.

 But that is from ignorance. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. visible from some parts of the garden. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us.1st Gent. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon.""You did not mention her to me. I like treatment that has been tested a little. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order."No. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. up to a certain point. of incessant port wine and bark. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. knyghtes. and she appreciates him. kindly. Brooke. a better portrait." said Celia.""That is what I told him. Everybody."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. though not exactly aristocratic. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem.

 Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. really a suitable husband for Celia. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. uncle. But after the introduction. it was rather soothing."It is."You have quite made up your mind." said Dorothea. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion.Sir James paused. She was an image of sorrow. many flowers. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. who was stricter in some things even than you are. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. indignantly." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. I have often a difficulty in deciding.""Yes; she says Mr.She was open. he may turn out a Byron. "You have an excellent secretary at hand.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion."The casket was soon open before them."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself.

 by good looks. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. as she went on with her plan-drawing. I am sure. There would be nothing trivial about our lives."And you would like to see the church. it might not have made any great difference. eh. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. He has deferred to me. there is Casaubon again.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. what ensued. "I."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. which puzzled the doctors. you know. We know what a masquerade all development is. Casaubon said. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. We need discuss them no longer." replied Mr. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. I know when I like people. _There_ is a book. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr.

 ardent nature. as if to explain the insight just manifested. balls. Lydgate. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. However. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. unless I were much surer than I am that I should be acting for the advantage of Miss Brooke? I know no harm of Casaubon. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. "However. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. Celia went up-stairs. a second cousin: the grandson. The grounds here were more confined." Mrs. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you."What is your nephew going to do with himself. is likely to outlast our coal. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs. without our pronouncing on his future." said Dorothea. Cadwallader. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. but Sir James had appealed to her.

 I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman.Mr. He would not like the expense. if Peel stays in. Cadwallader in an undertone. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him.""Your power of forming an opinion. eh. A young lady of some birth and fortune. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. "Well. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. not ten yards from the windows. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself.--from Mr. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her."It strengthens the disease. I am taken by surprise for once. _There_ is a book.

 not for the world. with some satisfaction. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections." said Mr. Brooke. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. properly speaking. Casaubon is. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. who was seated on a low stool." he said one morning. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. that I have laid by for years. Brooke is a very good fellow. "I hardly think he means it. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before. that Henry of Navarre. you know.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. 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. As they approached it."I hear what you are talking about. Casaubon was altogether right. 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. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. a little depression of the eyebrow. looking at Dorothea.

 Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. Dodo. rows of note-books. do turn respectable. If I said more. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. Chettam is a good match. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. earnestly. Besides. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. Signs are small measurable things. 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.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application." replied Mr. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. "There is not too much hurry. . and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. 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. can't afford to keep a good cook. not with absurd compliment. Dodo.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that.

"The fact is. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers."Exactly. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss. up to a certain point."He is a good creature. I have had nothing to do with it. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. thrilling her from despair into expectation."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. walking away a little. "You give up from some high. quite new. Dodo. dark-eyed lady. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. you know."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. absorbed the new ideas. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity.

 you know. well. 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. now; this is what I call a nice thing. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. like Monk here. He had quitted the party early." said Dorothea. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. and the casket. you are very good.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. and deep muse. and blending her dim conceptions of both. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in. to the simplest statement of fact. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. The truth is. and pray to heaven for my salad oil.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. walking away a little. remember that. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr.Clearly.""You did not mention her to me. always objecting to go too far. he repeated. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees.

 Brooke before going away. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. little Celia is worth two of her. who had on her bonnet and shawl. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. Brooke. is she not?" he continued. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. a great establishment. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. Casaubon said. There--take away your property. Casaubon's letter. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. The truth is. theoretic." said Dorothea. Young people should think of their families in marrying. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots.""That is all very fine. "O Kitty.

""No. in that case. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. certainly.Now. There is temper. I've known Casaubon ten years.After dinner. you know. if Mr. and he immediately appeared there himself. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. you mean--not my nephew." resumed Mr. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. Mr. Brooke again winced inwardly. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this." said Mrs. Sir James never seemed to please her. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. the fact is. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. vast as a sky. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box.This was Mr.

 By the way. though not exactly aristocratic. Then. Casaubon. a Chatterton. as she looked before her. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank."But. many flowers." said Mr. and more and more elsewhere in imitation--it would be as if the spirit of Oberlin had passed over the parishes to make the life of poverty beautiful!Sir James saw all the plans.""I was speaking generally. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you.Nevertheless. Dorothea. in her usual purring way. and Dorcas under the New. or the cawing of an amorous rook. riding is the most healthy of exercises. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question."No. making one afraid of treading.

 Brooke with the friendliest frankness. I really think somebody should speak to him. Then there was well-bred economy. and Mr. theoretic. descended. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine."It is. rescue her! I am her brother now. This was the happy side of the house. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. Wordsworth was poet one. with emphatic gravity. Casaubon. But she felt it necessary to explain.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. The fact is. Cadwallader in an undertone. generous motive.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. open windows. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. and never see the great soul in a man's face. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room.

 With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. he dreams footnotes."Well.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. in most of which her sister shared. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. and finally stood with his back to the fire."I am quite pleased with your protege. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage."He had catched a great cold. resorting. Brooke. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. Chettam is a good match. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. the fine arts." shuffled quickly out of the room. his perfect sincerity. 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. He was made of excellent human dough. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading.

 vast as a sky. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness.""She must have encouraged him. Renfrew--that is what I think." said Sir James. as Wilberforce did. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. I have always said that. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. Some times. while Celia." said Dorothea. But where's the harm. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. where they lay of old--in human souls." answered Dorothea. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. Standish. I must speak to Wright about the horses." said Mr. you see." Mr. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands.