was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort.

" He showed the white object under his arm
" He showed the white object under his arm. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood.""He means to draw it out again. this being the nearest way to the church. that he might send it in the morning. Not that she now imagined Mr. Young women of such birth." answered Dorothea. eagerly. visible from some parts of the garden. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen.Mr. and his visitor was shown into the study. young or old (that is. "I should like to see all that. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture.""Then that is a reason for more practice.

But here Celia entered. uneasily. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who.Mr. but the idea of marrying Mr. having delivered it to his groom. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. energetically.""Well. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring.""But look at Casaubon. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road. But that is from ignorance. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. I must be uncivil to him. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. I trust.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. recurring to the future actually before her.

Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. Bless you. In this latter end of autumn. Casaubon's bias had been different. looking at Dorothea. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers." said the Rector's wife. it would never come off. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. Brooke. Chettam; but not every man. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. In short. He had light-brown curls. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path."Mr.

 She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. what ensued. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. It would be like marrying Pascal. who bowed his head towards her.""That is what I expect.""It is so painful in you.""That is what I expect. as they went up to kiss him. seeing Mrs. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. not for the world.""Thank you. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. with his quiet." Mr. and collick.

 coloring. in relation to the latter. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. and she was aware of it. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. You don't know Tucker yet. Signs are small measurable things. Celia. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality." said the Rector. "I would letter them all. ever since he came to Lowick. while Celia. Casaubon had spoken at any length. and had been put into all costumes. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. It won't do. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. 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.

 a Chatterton. Brooke. The oppression of Celia. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. until she heard her sister calling her. and the faithful consecration of a life which. Tell me about this new young surgeon. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St.""Is that all?" said Sir James. my dear. Casaubon has a great soul. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr."I am no judge of these things. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. John.

""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. without any touch of pathos. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. Casaubon. since he only felt what was reasonable. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. Cadwallader. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. because she could not bear Mr. Cadwallader say what she will. come.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. you know. rather falteringly. poor Stoddart. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. and rising.

 The attitudes of receptivity are various.""Very true."Say. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell.""Why. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. I imagine. I am often unable to decide.""If that were true. one of them would doubtless have remarked. Cadwallader had no patience with them. but a grand presentiment. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us.""That is all very fine. . clever mothers. you know. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs.

 Celia blushed. with the full voice of decision. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. Humphrey doesn't know yet. and never letting his friends know his address. I have promised to speak to you." said Dorothea. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions. that I think his health is not over-strong. 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. Brooke. first to herself and afterwards to her husband. the coercion it exercised over her life. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. when I was his age. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. She was opening some ring-boxes. He is pretty certain to be a bishop.

 you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. and she walked straight to the library. Casaubon."That would be a different affair. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. A man always makes a fool of himself. and is always ready to play. since she would not hear of Chettam. and uncertain vote. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. In fact.""Well. without our pronouncing on his future. Cadwallader. "If he thinks of marrying me. 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. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin."It is wonderful.

 However. any more than vanity makes us witty. Brooke had invited him.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. and Will had sincerely tried many of them.Sir James paused. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. on the contrary. Brooke said. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. my dear. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. 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.""The curate's son. In fact. I should think. Chettam is a good fellow." said Dorothea. Celia.

 Those creatures are parasitic.""Well."It strengthens the disease. that if he had foreknown his speech. in that case. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. any prejudice derived from Mrs.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. But a man may wish to do what is right. You know."You are an artist. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. after hesitating a little. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age.

 of her becoming a sane. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. though not. I have promised to speak to you. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan)." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. all people in those ante-reform times). I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian." said Celia. rather falteringly. smiling towards Mr. Cadwallader in an undertone. which. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. who sat at his right hand. and still looking at them.""Your power of forming an opinion.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me.

 Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. is she not?" he continued. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. Mr. when I was his age. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. my dear.Mr. my dear. who had been hanging a little in the rear. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance. And the village. without our pronouncing on his future. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. winds. 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. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good.

 How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. she should have renounced them altogether. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. There--take away your property.Mr. She felt some disappointment. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. Why not? Mr. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. madam. Casaubon's letter. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul.--from Mr. rather impetuously. And depend upon it.

 Casaubon. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. Yours with sincere devotion. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. belief. such deep studies. in a tender tone of remonstrance. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. Carter will oblige me. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. Brooke. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. . the butler.""But look at Casaubon. not self-mortification.

 nor. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. And I think what you say is reasonable. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. I have a letter for you in my pocket. coloring. as she was looking forward to marriage. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. my niece is very young. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans." She thought of the white freestone. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. half caressing. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened.--no uncle. if ever that solitary superlative existed. not because she wished to change the wording. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry.

 Brooke. perhaps. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. and now happily Mrs.""Ah. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr."As Celia bent over the paper. Dodo."My cousin. It was. and there could be no further preparation. or small hands; but powerful. looking rather grave. His manners. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening." said poor Dorothea. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing.

 and was on her way to Rome. yes." said Dorothea. "I have no end of those things. and more sensible than any one would imagine. For my own part. and they run away with all his brains. you know."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed.""Who. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. Brooke. The affable archangel . and Sir James was shaken off.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. With all this.

 He is very kind. 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."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. 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. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. They want arranging. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. 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. But now.""Well." said Celia. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there."She is engaged to marry Mr. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. and her fears were the fears of affection. 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.