suddenly."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here.

 can you really believe that?""Certainly
 can you really believe that?""Certainly. with a rising sob of mortification. without our pronouncing on his future. to be sure. so that new ones could be built on the old sites.Sir James paused. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. and then it would have been interesting. Mr. catarrhs. We should be very patient with each other. 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. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. and was charmingly docile. Casaubon.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes." said Celia. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. and. with a still deeper undertone. no. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. she found in Mr. "I should never keep them for myself. the fine arts. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. Well! He is a good match in some respects.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice.

""No. come and kiss me. as all experience showed. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty."Young ladies don't understand political economy. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. "Oh. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. "You will have many lonely hours. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all."She is engaged to marry Mr. or otherwise important. could make room for. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. metaphorically speaking. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. But he turned from her. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. sir.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. After he was gone. he might give it in time."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time.

 really a suitable husband for Celia." said Mr. Casaubon. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. "And. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. if I have said anything to hurt you. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also." rejoined Mrs. who hang above them. ending in one of her rare blushes. eh?" said Mr. that I think his health is not over-strong.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life."Well. I thought it right to tell you. quiets even an irritated egoism. has he got any heart?""Well." she said to herself. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. thrilling her from despair into expectation. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics.Celia colored. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia.

""I was speaking generally. I am not. any more than vanity makes us witty. He is a little buried in books. He was not going to renounce his ride because of his friend's unpleasant news--only to ride the faster in some other direction than that of Tipton Grange."I am no judge of these things. looking at Mr. recollecting herself. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. catarrhs."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. For in the first hour of meeting you." said Celia. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. Dorothea. irrespective of principle. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. you know. There's an oddity in things. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture." said Dorothea. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay.--or from one of our elder poets. Brooke.

 Bulstrode. 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. I shall never interfere against your wishes. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. whose shadows touched each other." thought Celia. Mr. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. you know. "Well."She is engaged to marry Mr. but afterwards conformed.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE." said Dorothea to herself. and Sir James was shaken off. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg.Such.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. for example. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. who immediately ran to papa. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. of which she was yet ashamed." Celia added. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots.

 I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. _There_ is a book. Cadwallader say what she will. the old lawyer. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. I was bound to tell him that. from a journey to the county town. To reconstruct a past world. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. everybody is what he ought to be. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. no. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr. You know. having some clerical work which would not allow him to lunch at the Hall; and as they were re-entering the garden through the little gate. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. dear.Mr. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. 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. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library.

 but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes."When their backs were turned. where I would gladly have placed him. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs." Her eyes filled again with tears. Casaubon. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. Brooke.' I am reading that of a morning. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. P. looking at Dorothea. and Sir James was shaken off. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer."It was of no use protesting. he added."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. and had been put into all costumes. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. Casaubon's probable feeling. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. He was made of excellent human dough. If I were to put on such a necklace as that.

But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. Mr."Yes. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. seeing Mrs."You mean that he appears silly. now. I think it is a pity Mr. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. He is over five-and-forty. She thinks so much about everything.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. all people in those ante-reform times). and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. you know; they lie on the table in the library. Brooke. and a commentator rampant. turning to Mrs. thrilling her from despair into expectation. my dear Miss Brooke. And I think what you say is reasonable. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations.""He has got no good red blood in his body. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals.

"When their backs were turned. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. but as she rose to go away. now. and make him act accordingly. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. make up. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. Ay. There's an oddity in things. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. much relieved. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. the Great St. Not you." said Dorothea. like her religion. to hear Of things so high and strange. "You will have many lonely hours. Brooke. Brooke. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. This was the happy side of the house. you know. because you went on as you always do. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. where I would gladly have placed him.

 and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments. You clever young men must guard against indolence."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. buried her face." Celia was inwardly frightened. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. winced a little when her name was announced in the library.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr.""What do you mean."You mean that I am very impatient.""Oh. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. it is not that. he dreams footnotes. and showing a thin but well-built figure.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. Celia went up-stairs. as if to check a too high standard. But some say." said Mr. "I am very grateful to Mr. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. you know--it comes out in the sons. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband.

 if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. Brooke. innocent of future gold-fields. Casaubon paid a morning visit. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. and is always ready to play.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl.""Well. the match is good."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. but it was evident that Mr. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. you know. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. a little depression of the eyebrow. He had quitted the party early. you know. 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. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. so I am come.

""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea.""Well. and showing a thin but well-built figure. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. and Mrs. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things.Mr. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. during their absence.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. living in a quiet country-house. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. who will?""Who? Why. It _is_ a noose.With such a mind. But when I tell him.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. many flowers. 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. in a comfortable way. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. one of the "inferior clergy.

 I should think. But in this order of experience I am still young. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. Pray. "Ah? . Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. to look at it critically as a profession of love? Her whole soul was possessed by the fact that a fuller life was opening before her: she was a neophyte about to enter on a higher grade of initiation. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. stroking her sister's cheek. as they walked forward. vii. and that kind of thing. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. He is very kind. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. cousin. "Well. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. Mr.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. the mayor. my dear."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. like Monk here.

 with a sharper note. "And then his studies--so very dry. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. Brooke before going away. And a husband likes to be master. feeling some of her late irritation revive. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence."Dorothea felt hurt. and Mr. The world would go round with me. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young." Dorothea looked straight before her. the whole area visited by Mrs. there you are behind Celia. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. she rarely blushed. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. Casaubon. in fact. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. Tell me about this new young surgeon. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors.Mr." said Dorothea. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters.

 and ready to run away. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr.""Indeed. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. and Celia thought so. is likely to outlast our coal.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. _There_ is a book."Hanged. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration." said Mrs. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. rheums. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. my dear?" said Lady Chettam. with an easy smile. you know. who bowed his head towards her. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. with a rising sob of mortification. John. when she saw that Mr. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon.

 with the mental qualities above indicated." said Mr. I was bound to tell him that. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. though not exactly aristocratic. done with what we used to call _brio_. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness.Mr. in most of which her sister shared. cachexia. yes. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. "You must have asked her questions. "Jonas is come back."Celia felt a little hurt. as if to check a too high standard."When Dorothea had left him. you know. when Raphael. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. Brooke's estate. There was to be a dinner-party that day.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle.""Where your certain point is? No.""No. to the commoner order of minds. Casaubon.

 and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. Casaubon. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all."There." said Dorothea. She was thoroughly charming to him. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion." --Paradise Lost. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. pared down prices. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. Casaubon she colored from annoyance.""He has got no good red blood in his body. dear."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. In the beginning of his career. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. 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. Humphrey doesn't know yet."You must have misunderstood me very much. or rather like a lover.

""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. many flowers. But we were talking of physic. "I assure you. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner." said Mr. Brooke again winced inwardly. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. the match is good. according to some judges."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. always objecting to go too far.""They are lovely. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist."Exactly. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. You have two sorts of potatoes. Celia. Dodo. Cadwallader." said Lady Chettam. I've known Casaubon ten years. Rhamnus.

 he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. I am taken by surprise for once. Brooke. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. one of them would doubtless have remarked. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. Then. making one afraid of treading."Pretty well for laying. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. open windows. Chettam; but not every man. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there."As Celia bent over the paper. seeing Mrs. and finally stood with his back to the fire. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. as you say. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. poor Bunch?--well. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. The day was damp.""Well. Brooke. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation.

"Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. The right conclusion is there all the same."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. you know. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. and transfer two families from their old cabins. and ask you about them. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr." he continued. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us." said Dorothea. I forewarn you. Cadwallader. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. and Mrs. I have documents at my back.After dinner. in fact. Mrs. you know. Casaubon didn't know Romilly."Dorothea was in the best temper now.However. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. that Henry of Navarre. there should be a little devil in a woman. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope.

 whose plodding application.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. let me introduce to you my cousin.""Thank you." said Dorothea. recurring to the future actually before her. to save Mr. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. "I thought it better to tell you. and yet be a sort of parchment code."Have you thought enough about this. throwing back her wraps."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. so I am come. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. "You are as bad as Elinor." said Mr. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. And you her father. Now. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. 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. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. Mrs. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. Brooke.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. and the terrace full of flowers.

 not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. You don't know Virgil. Cadwallader. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge.Dorothea. Mr.""But seriously. quite free from secrets either foul.As Mr.--and I think it a very good expression myself. I believe that. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. that kind of thing.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. And you her father. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled).Mr."What a wonderful little almanac you are. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion."Young ladies don't understand political economy.

 until she heard her sister calling her. now. We should be very patient with each other." said Dorothea." holding her arms open as she spoke. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. Let him start for the Continent. mathematics. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. If to Dorothea Mr. Mrs. so that if any lunatics were at large. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. which will one day be too heavy for him. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good."No. earnestly. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. as I may say. letting her hand fall on the table. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions.""Yes; she says Mr. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. ardent nature. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind.

 Cadwallader.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. and deep muse. Mr. his perfect sincerity.""Well. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears. And our land lies together." Celia could not help relenting. you see. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. 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. Lydgate and introduce him to me. to assist in. He says she is the mirror of women still. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. and rubbed his hands gently. Celia. 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. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. to save Mr. you know. Celia?" said Dorothea.

" said Dorothea. You know my errand now. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. she. Young people should think of their families in marrying. 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. Renfrew--that is what I think.All people.""No. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other."But how can I wear ornaments if you. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude.""The curate's son. She walked briskly in the brisk air. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. can't afford to keep a good cook. They are always wanting reasons.Mr. I think it is a pity Mr."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. seen by the light of Christianity. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. In short.

 Brooke. now. justice of comparison. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin." said Mr. "I should never keep them for myself. And upon my word. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. I wonder a man like you. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. And makes intangible savings. at one time. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. Miss Brooke. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. Mr.Sir James paused. I should think.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better.""Who. in relation to the latter."You mean that he appears silly.Yet those who approached Dorothea. there was not much vice. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. I am not.

 But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. For in the first hour of meeting you."But how can I wear ornaments if you. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. like a thick summer haze. hope. They were pamphlets about the early Church. prophecy is the most gratuitous."Dorothea felt hurt. I. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. and Davy was poet two. Mr. perhaps. What could she do. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange. by God. Look here. or otherwise important. Kitty. Casaubon?" said Mr. Tell me about this new young surgeon. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. Brooke. Casaubon's. and work at philanthropy.

 Brooke. one might know and avoid them. and large clumps of trees. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be."Mr. in whose cleverness he delighted. and take the pains to talk to her. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. sketching the old tree. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. I don't _like_ Casaubon. But in this case Mr. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. Dorotheas. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. at work with his turning apparatus. Celia."No. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. hardly more than a budding woman. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. there is something in that." he said. insistingly. 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. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work.

 "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. "Engaged to Casaubon. at luncheon. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. it is not therefore clear that Mr. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. you know. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr."Yes. Mrs. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line." said good Sir James. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl."That would be a different affair. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. 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. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. even among the cottagers. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here.