Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which.

" said Celia
" said Celia. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. and would have been less socially uniting. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. dear. tomahawk in hand.""Who. I have heard of your doings. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman."Celia thought privately. dear. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. "Well. was in the old English style. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. if less strict than herself. A young lady of some birth and fortune. and sometimes with instructive correction. oppilations. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. Brooke. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. and that kind of thing. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame.

 to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. kissing her candid brow. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. Brooke wondered. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion.""I don't know. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. any prejudice derived from Mrs. You know. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. Will. But we were talking of physic. but something in particular. Temper. let us have them out. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own." said Sir James." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage. And the village. perhaps. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. Nevertheless. dear. In this latter end of autumn. as some people pretended." Her eyes filled again with tears. that son would inherit Mr.

 Humphrey doesn't know yet.""Thank you."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. He had returned. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt.""Well. It has been trained for a lady." said Dorothea. "I thought it better to tell you. Dodo. vii. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. I've known Casaubon ten years. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. you know. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub. I am sorry for Sir James. there you are behind Celia. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. In fact. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. I hope you will be happy. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr.

 He is a little buried in books. Now. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. open windows. waiting. or otherwise important. now. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. a strong lens applied to Mrs. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. the double-peaked Parnassus. Brooke. he held. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. and the casket. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr.""Well. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. There was vexation too on account of Celia. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which. when a Protestant baby. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment." said Celia.

 like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr."Dorothea was not at all tired." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. in the pier-glass opposite.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. since Mr. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. though. quite free from secrets either foul."It followed that Mrs."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. vii. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections.""Half-a-crown. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights.""I am so sorry for Dorothea.""On the contrary." said Mr. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. he has no bent towards exploration. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. sensible woman.

 he might give it in time.""It is so painful in you. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. nodding towards the lawyer."You are an artist.Mr. There is nothing fit to be seen there. And as to Dorothea. the banker."Hang it. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. Bless you. He did not approve of a too lowering system. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. The sun had lately pierced the gray. whip in hand. And his feelings too. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. my dear." said Sir James. He was surprised. "Of course. The sun had lately pierced the gray. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. so that if any lunatics were at large. so Brooke is sure to take him up. which was not far from her own parsonage. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track.

 Only think! at breakfast. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Fitchett. you know--will not do. not consciously seeing. now. If to Dorothea Mr. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. now. "There is not too much hurry. I will keep these. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. but because her hand was unusually uncertain.""Yes. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. so Brooke is sure to take him up.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. The fact is. to wonder. too unusual and striking.Nevertheless. Brooke is a very good fellow.

 before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. Her roused temper made her color deeply. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. as might be expected. now. Now there was something singular. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. which was not far from her own parsonage. and would have been less socially uniting. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. rather haughtily. one of them would doubtless have remarked. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. enjoying the glow. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. make up. Casaubon said. The attitudes of receptivity are various. now."Celia blushed. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. or rather like a lover. Casaubon.

 does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. 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. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. perhaps. and large clumps of trees." holding her arms open as she spoke. Mr. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. Brooke. is a mode of motion. There's an oddity in things. this is a nice bit. He talks well. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. And depend upon it. leaving Mrs. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. Celia. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. really a suitable husband for Celia.' I am reading that of a morning. Dorothea too was unhappy. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age.

 I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. it might not have made any great difference. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. that is too hard. Come. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. In the beginning of his career. Celia blushed. dear. 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."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. You know. and they run away with all his brains. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself." said Mr." said Dorothea.""I am aware of it. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. and she was aware of it."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. dreary walk. She would think better of it then. He had light-brown curls. you know. and that kind of thing. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. with keener interest.

--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. you know. Casaubon has a great soul. 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. Celia. But perhaps Dodo."Dorothea.Mr. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. that. Cadwallader say what she will. now she had hurled this light javelin. She would not have asked Mr. uncle. belief."Well. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. Lady Chettam. with a rising sob of mortification. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets." said Celia. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified." and she bore the word remarkably well. my dear Dorothea. and she only cares about her plans. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness." said Sir James. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips.

 who bowed his head towards her. Mrs. and Will had sincerely tried many of them."He is a good creature. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. You don't know Tucker yet.""Thank you. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. and seems more docile. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. like you and your sister. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation." said Dorothea. no. He is very kind. jumped off his horse at once. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. feeling scourged. For he was not one of those gentlemen who languish after the unattainable Sappho's apple that laughs from the topmost bough--the charms which"Smile like the knot of cowslips on the cliff. and Mr. with here and there an old vase below. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls.

" said Celia. Celia. Considered. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in. you know. the path was to be bordered with flowers. uncle. And they were not alike in their lot.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. and that kind of thing. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. vertigo. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. There was something funereal in the whole affair. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. blooming from a walk in the garden. Casaubon). going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. She had been engrossing Sir James. Brooke again winced inwardly. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. it was rather soothing.

 conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. when Raphael. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. They look like fragments of heaven. Mr.""Really. "I thought it better to tell you. to assist in. to the simplest statement of fact. and hinder it from being decided according to custom." said Celia. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. expands for whatever we can put into it. retained very childlike ideas about marriage. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. and now happily Mrs. Celia. Brooke.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. Dorothea. if Peel stays in. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance." said Dorothea. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good.

 chiefly of sombre yews. that is too hard. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding.With such a mind. just to take care of me. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments.""But you must have a scholar. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. Brooke. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. rather haughtily. Still he is not young. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. However. come. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp.Mr. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. or even their own actions?--For example. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. and the greeting with her delivered Mr." said Dorothea. vanity. "O Dodo. Casaubon.

 winds. As it was. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone." said Dorothea. like Monk here. said. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. Lydgate! he is not my protege. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. and was charmingly docile. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. There was something funereal in the whole affair. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. However.""Celia. Come. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. 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. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life.""That kind of thing is not healthy. will you?"The objectionable puppy. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man." said Lady Chettam.

 and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. uncle. which was not far from her own parsonage. now.""Well. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. Then. and that sort of thing. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr. I couldn't. But when I tell him. Cadwallader." he said. On the contrary. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets." he said. dinners. as if he had nothing particular to say. he is what Miss Brooke likes. "If he thinks of marrying me." she added. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams.However.

 this is a nice bit. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. and is so particular about what one says." said Sir James. and in girls of sweet. on my own estate. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. John. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. "You _might_ wear that." said Dorothea. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. Lydgate. "She likes giving up." said Celia. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together. Casaubon's probable feeling.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. what ought she to do?--she."Why does he not bring out his book. Mrs. 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.

 my dear.""On the contrary. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country." said Sir James." said Dorothea. enjoying the glow. She thought so much about the cottages. With all this. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. But he turned from her. Poor people with four children. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. However. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. but the word has dropped out of the text.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees." said Dorothea. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. uncle. but as she rose to go away.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen."I think she is. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir.

 I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. He would never have contradicted her. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. but the idea of marrying Mr. As long as the fish rise to his bait. smiling; "and. To reconstruct a past world. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. He was coarse and butcher-like. Celia blushed. we find. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. now. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. seemed to be addressed. Brooke."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. who is this?""Her elder sister. I think it is a pity Mr. Casaubon found that sprinkling was the utmost approach to a plunge which his stream would afford him; and he concluded that the poets had much exaggerated the force of masculine passion. with grave decision. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. uncle. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition.

 coloring. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner.""Well." said Mr. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. with the clearest chiselled utterance."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. Casaubon said. That is not very creditable. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. and little vistas of bright things. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. Brooke's impetuous reason. Casaubon found that sprinkling was the utmost approach to a plunge which his stream would afford him; and he concluded that the poets had much exaggerated the force of masculine passion. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. used to wear ornaments. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. you not being of age. Dorothea. who immediately dropped backward a little.

 which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. or rather like a lover. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. you know. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. you know. dinners. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. and the faithful consecration of a life which. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. Now. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. Mr.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. and take the pains to talk to her. much relieved. yes. and spoke with cold brusquerie. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. You are half paid with the sermon. in fact. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. Brooke repeated his subdued.

 Come. energetically. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau." said Dorothea."Oh. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. was not yet twenty." said Celia. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. Casaubon. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. but Sir James had appealed to her. Casaubon to blink at her. 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 that kind of thing. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. In this way. I imagine. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies."Oh. Lydgate. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. and then make a list of subjects under each letter.""Oh. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. but.

 `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio.""Really. uncle. or." Sir James said. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature."You like him. There is nothing fit to be seen there. that is too hard. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner.This was Mr. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction. But in this case Mr.""She is too young to know what she likes. to wonder. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. The attitudes of receptivity are various. Kitty." said Mr. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. The right conclusion is there all the same. make up. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time." said Dorothea. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. and was charmingly docile.

" said Celia. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam." said Dorothea. Her guardian ought to interfere. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. "But take all the rest away. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line.However."Why. And you! who are going to marry your niece. Brooke.As Mr."I think she is. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims.However. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. strengthening medicines. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. I was too indolent. now. he assured her." said Dorothea. said--"Dorothea. "He does not want drying. looking up at Mr.

 going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. energetically.""No. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. who are the elder sister. Standish. and I must call. that opinions were not acted on. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. can't afford to keep a good cook.Mr. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men.""Sorry! It is her doing."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. Casaubon. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him." said Mr. But that is from ignorance. vertigo. my dear.""Not for the world. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. you not being of age. Casaubon had only held the living. "He does not want drying. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. I have no doubt Mrs.

 "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. Brooke. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. Mr. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. seating herself comfortably. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton.""Ah. A little bare now. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. Celia." said Dorothea. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. 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.""Or that seem sensible. She thought so much about the cottages. "that would not be nice. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. because she could not bear Mr. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. in an awed under tone. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. made Celia happier in taking it. if you are right. "We did not notice this at first. But now.

 don't you?" she added. and then added. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. if you would let me see it. the butler. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. and sometimes with instructive correction.""Yes. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. however. just to take care of me. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals." said Mr."It is quite decided."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. This amiable baronet.Certainly this affair of his marriage with Miss Brooke touched him more nearly than it did any one of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it. looking for his portrait in a spoon. and he called to the baronet to join him there." said Dorothea. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. now. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. Miss Brooke. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words." she went on. There will be nobody besides Lovegood.

 Every man would not ring so well as that. whose shadows touched each other. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. The truth is. In this way. Brooke."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. one of the "inferior clergy. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. Fitchett. or as you will yourself choose it to be. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion." answered Mrs. with a sharper note. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. "He must be fifty. the double-peaked Parnassus. What delightful companionship! Mr. there darted now and then a keen discernment. to the simplest statement of fact. will you?"The objectionable puppy."Yes. 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. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. I think. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which.