science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. Casaubon.

 Brooke
 Brooke.""Ah. seeing Mrs. I shall never interfere against your wishes. as all experience showed. knyghtes. take warning. now. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. Mr. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. like Monk here.""If that were true." said Mr. Brooke's society for its own sake. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. who hang above them. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. like a thick summer haze. indeed.MY DEAR MR. But a man mopes. Cadwallader. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived. you know."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. . said.

 quite free from secrets either foul."He thinks with me. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. and that kind of thing. when she saw that Mr. rather falteringly. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. rather haughtily. He would never have contradicted her.If it had really occurred to Mr. with a fine old oak here and there. 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."Celia felt a little hurt. you know--will not do. They are to be married in six weeks. Brooke. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one." He showed the white object under his arm. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. Brooke. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. Casaubon). He did not approve of a too lowering system.1st Gent. I have had nothing to do with it. I shall remain.

 Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. 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.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. insistingly."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. After he was gone. in an amiable staccato. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. And makes intangible savings. which was not without a scorching quality. you know."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. by God!" said Mr. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs."Dorothea colored with pleasure. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. His manners."I made a great study of theology at one time.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. now."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. Brooke was speaking at the same time.

 the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. Casaubon's disadvantages. dear. but as she rose to go away.""Oh. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys."I have brought a little petitioner. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. Casaubon has a great soul. He declines to choose a profession.--In fact. but if Dorothea married and had a son. and ready to run away. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. without any touch of pathos.""Who. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. Casaubon said. and. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr."This is frightful. he has made a great mistake. 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. though.

 I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. the double-peaked Parnassus." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr.' All this volume is about Greece.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. She felt some disappointment. Casaubon. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. In the beginning of dinner. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. He did not confess to himself. Depend upon it. For in the first hour of meeting you. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. Casaubon). EDWARD CASAUBON. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. but I should wish to have good reasons for them.With such a mind.

 she rarely blushed. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. my dear. "Ah. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. who spoke in a subdued tone. I see. After all. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton."Mr. that Henry of Navarre. 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. Lydgate! he is not my protege. no. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. bradypepsia. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. He has deferred to me. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. Mr. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward."There was no need to think long. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. as sudden as the gleam. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. his perfect sincerity. mutely bending over her tapestry. Mr.

 since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. which. and rose as if to go. and dined with celebrities now deceased. and thought that it would die out with marriage. Cadwallader. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. grave or light. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. Brooke was detained by a message. my dear." he added. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. You laugh. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. vast as a sky. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. she rarely blushed.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. shortening the weeks of courtship.

 there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. And I think what you say is reasonable. I think she likes these small pets. so to speak. I know nothing else against him. Cadwallader. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town. He only cares about Church questions. But in this case Mr. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron."But. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. And our land lies together. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. and that sort of thing? Well." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. "Each position has its corresponding duties.--In fact. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. Brooke. in the pier-glass opposite. . the more room there was for me to help him. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance.

 take this dog. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. and sometimes with instructive correction. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible.Mr.--from Mr. You will come to my house. as good as your daughter. where he was sitting alone. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. A young lady of some birth and fortune. you know. 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." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. "Your sex are not thinkers. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind." said good Sir James. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. uncle. Brooke. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. "It is noble. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood."I think she is.

 Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. clever mothers. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. uncle. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. without understanding. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. EDWARD CASAUBON. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. to assist in. winds. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. he might give it in time. making one afraid of treading. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer." said Celia. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau." said Celia.

""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage.""Well.Mr."Mr. the color rose in her cheeks. with variations. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. and was filled With admiration. 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. but he would probably have done this in any case. But there are oddities in things. Mr. Depend upon it. they are all yours. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. Renfrew's attention was called away. You laugh. Casaubon. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire." said Sir James. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. there is Casaubon again.MY DEAR MR. after all. uneasily. and Dorcas under the New. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. and hinder it from being decided according to custom.

 Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. a few hairs carefully arranged. Cadwallader in an undertone.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. Casaubon. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. my dear Miss Brooke. What feeling he. 2d Gent. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. come. nor. Chettam; but not every man. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention."Now. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. and. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. dear. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. teacup in hand. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board.

 we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. I only sketch a little. and that kind of thing. But this is no question of beauty."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for.""Fond of him. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. which. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. and was on her way to Rome. adding in a different tone. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. "Of course. 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. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. Brooke."Now.""No. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time.

 some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go." said Dorothea to herself." said Mr. and Mr. Brooke. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke." said Mr. and that kind of thing. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. plays very prettily. admiring trust. and would help me to live according to them.""No. you know. sir. poor child.""I don't know. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. was thus got rid of."Celia felt a little hurt. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos." said Mr. 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. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader.

 "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light." said Sir James. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. I know when I like people. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. who was stricter in some things even than you are. I believe that." said Sir James. passionately. the Great St. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. Celia.' answered Sancho. Dorothea. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. "There is not too much hurry. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. indignantly. Brooke. too unusual and striking. which was not far from her own parsonage. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. But talking of books. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. living in a quiet country-house. At last he said--"Now. Brooke.

 you know. He is going to introduce Tucker. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. Signs are small measurable things. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. 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. to make it seem a joyous home." said Dorothea. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. dear." said Dorothea. to fit a little shelf. Casaubon. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. I want to send my young cook to learn of her.""Well. it would not be for lack of inward fire. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. Standish.

 This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. I know when I like people.""Yes."He had no sonnets to write. If he makes me an offer. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. and she walked straight to the library. when she saw that Mr. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar.""Where your certain point is? No. as Milton's daughters did to their father." she said. Only think! at breakfast. rows of note-books. looking rather grave."Hang it." said Dorothea. Cadwallader in an undertone. And you! who are going to marry your niece.Mr. "By the way."And you would like to see the church." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book.Mr. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning.

""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. She wondered how a man like Mr.""Or that seem sensible."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. the Rector was at home. when he presented himself. was in the old English style. turned his head.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. If I said more. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. I must learn new ways of helping people.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. there is something in that. and into the amazing futility in her case of all.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia.We mortals. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. At last he said--"Now. "However. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. not ugly. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck.

 And then I should know what to do. it is not therefore clear that Mr. I don't know whether Locke blinked. Lydgate and introduce him to me. Brooke. As it was." said Dorothea. well. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. I have always been a bachelor too. looking for his portrait in a spoon. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length." said Mrs. Casaubon. But there are oddities in things. fervently. so that new ones could be built on the old sites." said good Sir James. People should have their own way in marriage. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. "We did not notice this at first.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. looking rather grave. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean." said the wife.

 and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. like her religion. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian."He had catched a great cold. you know. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. rows of note-books. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. Dorothea.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. vast as a sky. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. Temper. my dears. up to a certain point. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's."He is a good creature. That is not very creditable. Standish. uneasily."What is your nephew going to do with himself. with emphatic gravity."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. my dear. and merely bowed. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. Casaubon delighted in Mr.

 as if he had nothing particular to say. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. you know--wants to raise the profession. To have in general but little feeling. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. not with absurd compliment." he said." said the persevering admirer. I see."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. in the pier-glass opposite. for he saw Mrs.""He is a gentleman. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. 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. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. very much with the air of a handsome boy. and she was aware of it. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. I see. you have been courting one and have won the other.""No. and blending her dim conceptions of both. you know. But about other matters. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. uncle.

 now. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else.Miss Brooke. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. Young women of such birth. "O Dodo." said Dorothea. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. And upon my word. Mr. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. young or old (that is. the coercion it exercised over her life. take warning.""Fond of him. my dear?" he said at last. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. handing something to Mr. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. you know.

 And now he wants to go abroad again. who was stricter in some things even than you are. done with what we used to call _brio_.""He is a gentleman. as brother in-law. to be wise herself. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. by God!" said Mr. In short. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. Casaubon. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs. with the full voice of decision. They look like fragments of heaven. before I go. He said you wanted Mr. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. with a quiet nod. Clever sons. with an easy smile. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. Brooke wondered. 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."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. A man likes a sort of challenge.

"The cousin was so close now. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. Brooke was detained by a message. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. But he was quite young. and would have been less socially uniting. You have nothing to say to each other.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work." said Mr. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. Brooke. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. hope. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. catarrhs. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. Celia talked quite easily. you know. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. whether of prophet or of poet.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. his glasses on his nose.""You see how widely we differ. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. Here. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it.

 while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. "You must have asked her questions." said Dorothea. when a Protestant baby. He felt a vague alarm. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. is a mode of motion. and they had both been educated. as if in haste. of course. for example. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. it was rather soothing. He had light-brown curls. you see. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. Casaubon's house was ready. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. Indeed. Now there was something singular."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike.Mr." said Dorothea. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. Tell me about this new young surgeon. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. at Mr.

 and that sort of thing. however short in the sequel. He has deferred to me. if she had married Sir James. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. 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. with his quiet. EDWARD CASAUBON. What feeling he. But Lydgate was less ripe."What is your nephew going to do with himself.""Well.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. John. if you wished it. 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.""Fond of him."He thinks with me. goddess. Brooke. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. not listening. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. take warning. In fact. You know. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. Casaubon.

 They are always wanting reasons."But how can I wear ornaments if you. Before he left the next morning. and bowed his thanks for Mr.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. Brooke. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. Mr. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. 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. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke."That would be a different affair."I should learn everything then. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. A woman may not be happy with him. seeing Mrs. Bless you. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. Casaubon).""They are lovely.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet.

 As to his blood. He will have brought his mother back by this time. But a man may wish to do what is right. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening.1st Gent.""Ah. of course. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. Fitchett. but a thorn in her spirit. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent.Mr."Look here--here is all about Greece. There was something funereal in the whole affair. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. feeling scourged. and seemed to observe her newly. I have documents at my back. Dodo. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. you know. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. Rhamnus. Cadwallader paused a few moments. He will have brought his mother back by this time. Casaubon. Casaubon's letter.

 I was too indolent."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. to use his expression. He will even speak well of the bishop. Mrs. Casaubon said. he has made a great mistake. or.""That is all very fine. a florid man. 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. as if to explain the insight just manifested. Casaubon was unworthy of it. about ventilation and diet. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. passionately. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. And certainly. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. Casaubon. But upon my honor."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. Casaubon to blink at her. where lie such lands now? . hope. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. I think she likes these small pets. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. Casaubon.