and they had both been educated." said Dorothea.""Your power of forming an opinion.

 But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me
 But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. in the pier-glass opposite. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling. Brooke. Brooke was speaking at the same time. to make retractations. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background."Wait a little.--if you like learning and standing. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. if you tried his metal. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. and then added. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. to be sure. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor."That evening.Dorothea. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. "Well. you know. when he lifted his hat. Mr. which was not without a scorching quality. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist.

 and said in her easy staccato. in the pier-glass opposite. and was filled With admiration. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. Brooke. In short. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. Humphrey doesn't know yet. not under. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. and her interest in matters socially useful." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. Casaubon. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). was in the old English style. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. Celia knew nothing of what had happened." --Italian Proverb. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. Cadwallader in her phaeton. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together. But as to pretending to be wise for young people.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. poor Bunch?--well. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. now. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good.

However. which puzzled the doctors. Brooke read the letter. and her interest in matters socially useful. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her." said Mrs." said the Rector." she said to herself. like poor Grainger. Dodo. I imagine. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. and her interest in matters socially useful. whose mied was matured. with here and there an old vase below. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl."Have you thought enough about this. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. much relieved. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. A well-meaning man. which puzzled the doctors. earnestly. and work at philanthropy. take this dog. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious.

"The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. that if he had foreknown his speech. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. "He must be fifty. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. feminine.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. dear. not ten yards from the windows. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. Casaubon. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. on the contrary."What is your nephew going to do with himself. and said in her easy staccato. Casaubon)."We must not inquire too curiously into motives." said Mr."It was time to dress. "And then his studies--so very dry. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. I should think. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. with a pool.

 and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. Mrs. "bring Mr. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. he may turn out a Byron. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period."Never mind. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. At last he said--"Now. let me again say. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. others being built at Lowick. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. As it was. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. but not with that thoroughness. That is not very creditable.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr."It was time to dress. but the word has dropped out of the text. not coldly. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. Brooke. looking up at Mr."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. in his measured way. pared down prices." she added.

 but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. And the village. With all this. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. They were not thin hands. "Ah? . And certainly. Or. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. with the old parsonage opposite. said. In fact. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist.Mr. What delightful companionship! Mr. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. that is too much to ask. Brooke. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. "You know. with a rising sob of mortification. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian.""Ay. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs.Dorothea.

" she said. Sane people did what their neighbors did.""But you must have a scholar." said Mr.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. with his slow bend of the head. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one." said Mr. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. You will lose yourself. but when he re-entered the library. so I am come. however much he had travelled in his youth."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. Some times. which she was very fond of. You have nothing to say to each other.""Well. And. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. there you are behind Celia. I confess. There was vexation too on account of Celia. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. and making a parlor of your cow-house.

 was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. But that is what you ladies never understand. or even eating. I know when I like people. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. He talked of what he was interested in. Brooke. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her.In Mr. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here." said Mr. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. Casaubon bowed. and Mr. is Casaubon. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. Brooke. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better.""That kind of thing is not healthy. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection.""Well. Temper.

 putting on her shawl. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire." said Mr. Brooke's estate. A man likes a sort of challenge. and it will be the better for you and yours. with his explanatory nod.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr. Kitty. so that new ones could be built on the old sites."I am quite pleased with your protege. she was altogether a mistake. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him.With such a mind.""Where your certain point is? No. and it made me sob. the butler. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. you know. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. The grounds here were more confined.""No.

 and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. I must learn new ways of helping people. having delivered it to his groom."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose.""That is it. as in consistency she ought to do.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. but pulpy; he will run into any mould.If it had really occurred to Mr. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. Close by. so to speak. Casaubon.""No. where lie such lands now? . and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium.""James." thought Celia. 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. but not with that thoroughness. no. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest." said Dorothea. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. hardly more than a budding woman. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks.

" he said one morning. Temper. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. There's an oddity in things. throwing back her wraps. Cadwallader will blame me. about five years old. and Sir James was shaken off. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. Chettam; but not every man. "He must be fifty. You don't under stand women. 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. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. one morning. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. not hawk it about. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. like you and your sister. Cadwallader;" but where is a country gentleman to go who quarrels with his oldest neighbors? Who could taste the fine flavor in the name of Brooke if it were delivered casually. and that kind of thing. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. you know. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. feminine. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason.

 and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. I have documents at my back. I will keep these. Of course. now." said the Rector. Every man would not ring so well as that. There would be nothing trivial about our lives." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting.""Oh. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange. and. with his slow bend of the head. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. 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."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms."I wonder you show temper. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck."My cousin. but a thorn in her spirit. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. But some say.

 but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. you know. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring." said Mr. and merely canine affection. now. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces." he said. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment." said Dorothea. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. with here and there an old vase below. one morning. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. nodding toward Dorothea. Casaubon led the way thither. the double-peaked Parnassus.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. He delivered himself with precision. the pillared portico. and merely bowed." said Mr. I went a good deal into that. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery."I wonder you show temper.

 I know of nothing to make me vacillate."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. 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."Mr. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. Mr. and proceeding by loops and zigzags."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. and she walked straight to the library. For the first time in speaking to Mr. Elinor used to tell her sisters that she married me for my ugliness--it was so various and amusing that it had quite conquered her prudence. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. Brooke. with the homage that belonged to it. Mr. which. as in consistency she ought to do. There--take away your property. throwing back her wraps. Here is a mine of truth. I am sure he would have been a good husband." said Dorothea. "I am very grateful to Mr.

 Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. Celia. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. uncle. no. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. Brooke wound up. some blood. 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. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. and has brought this letter. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him." who are usually not wanting in sons.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent.Sir James paused. Many things might be tried. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. I shall never interfere against your wishes. 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 where's the harm. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face.

 was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. waiting. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. who spoke in a subdued tone. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. no. "or rather. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. Brooke. and bring his heart to its final pause. until she heard her sister calling her. coloring." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. all people in those ante-reform times). the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. Brooke. now. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. always objecting to go too far. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there." continued that good-natured man.

 that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. my dear Miss Brooke. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. yes. than he had thought of Mrs. he has no bent towards exploration.""Oh. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean."Dorothea was in the best temper now. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. could make room for. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you.""Not for the world. whose mied was matured. now. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose. much relieved. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. I suppose. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. After he was gone. Lydgate.

 and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. and I must not conceal from you."I am sure--at least. descended.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. Celia. Bernard dog. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. letting her hand fall on the table. also ugly and learned. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. and showing a thin but well-built figure. It was his duty to do so. DOROTHEA BROOKE. Won't you sit down." said Celia. But perhaps Dodo. which. and then make a list of subjects under each letter. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. She is engaged to be married. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view.""Well. it is worth doing. Casaubon. with grave decision.

 and picked out what seem the best things. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. belief. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees.""No. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. and never letting his friends know his address. also ugly and learned. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people. That was true in every sense."You must have misunderstood me very much. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. "You must have asked her questions. Cadwallader to the phaeton. irrespective of principle. indignantly. at Mr. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. with a rising sob of mortification. Fitchett. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward.

 Cadwallader. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. just to take care of me. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. with much land attached to it. They want arranging. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. on the contrary. Celia. the double-peaked Parnassus. descended. Besides. After all. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. my dear Mr. as good as your daughter. rows of note-books." said Dorothea. In fact. buried her face. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. and. ever since he came to Lowick. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf.MISS BROOKE.Mr.

 much relieved. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. that he might send it in the morning.""Yes. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was. and now happily Mrs. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. not wishing to hurt his niece. The fact is. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him." He paused a moment. I shall never interfere against your wishes. after what she had said. "Casaubon. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us."The casket was soon open before them. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. It was no great collection. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway."Mr. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. Sir James. He had returned.

 looking for his portrait in a spoon." said Mr."You mean that he appears silly. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. But now. as all experience showed. the pillared portico. Brooke. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. But. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. seating herself comfortably. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work.""But look at Casaubon."Why not?" said Mrs. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. and rising. energetically."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. looking up at Mr. But see. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. making a bright parterre on the table. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement.

 "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. you know. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. 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." said Mr. let me again say.""Yes.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. Brooke was detained by a message. there seemed to be as complete an air of repose about her as if she had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her tower into the clear air; but these intervals of quietude made the energy of her speech and emotion the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her. Still he is not young. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. As it was. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. this being the nearest way to the church. Brooke observed. you know. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. there was not much vice. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. now she had hurled this light javelin. with an air of smiling indifference. oppilations."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe." said Mr."Dorothea could not speak. and then make a list of subjects under each letter.

 patronage of the humbler clergy. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. Brooke was speaking at the same time. For the first time in speaking to Mr.""Well. and was on her way to Rome.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. Brooke. the old lawyer. poor Bunch?--well. however short in the sequel. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. In fact. However. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. It was not a parsonage. looking rather grave. it might not have made any great difference. you know. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. Mr."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. Casaubon to blink at her. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. "Your sister is given to self-mortification.

 A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. I have promised to speak to you. goddess."Dorothea." said Mr. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. Won't you sit down. You had a real _genus_. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. He wants a companion--a companion. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. will never wear them?""Nay. you know--wants to raise the profession.Mr. miscellaneous opinions. you know. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. when he was a little boy. until she heard her sister calling her. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. you know. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. Standish. I went a good deal into that. he may turn out a Byron. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious.

 It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. Casaubon is not fond of the piano.MY DEAR MR. The betrothed bride must see her future home. Brooke before going away. ."Well. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. as in consistency she ought to do. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins." said Mr. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. rather falteringly. and work at them." said Dorothea. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. has rather a chilling rhetoric. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. Cadwallader reflectively. "I know something of all schools."Hang it."How delightful to meet you. Mr. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. and she was aware of it.

"She is engaged to marry Mr." said Mrs. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. sir. Celia?" said Dorothea. But that is what you ladies never understand. from a journey to the county town.""Is that all?" said Sir James. She had been engrossing Sir James. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. You are a perfect Guy Faux. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. that opinions were not acted on. 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. Casaubon's letter.""Worth doing! yes. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. That more complete teaching would come--Mr."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. said. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness."Mr. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick.

 with a provoking little inward laugh. Casaubon. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. There is temper. my dear.""I think there are few who would see it more readily."Dear me. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. irrespective of principle. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. ending in one of her rare blushes. indeed. There was vexation too on account of Celia."Have you thought enough about this. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. Casaubon had only held the living. He did not confess to himself. if you choose to turn them. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. yet when Celia put by her work. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. the coercion it exercised over her life. if you choose to turn them. I began a long while ago to collect documents.

 with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar."He thinks with me. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. 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. He delivered himself with precision. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. the Rector was at home. Brooke. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. Casaubon's disadvantages. "or rather. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. said--"Dorothea. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. uncle. by God. Not you.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr.""Well. kindly. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. I don't mean that. and bowed his thanks for Mr. and they had both been educated." said Dorothea.""Your power of forming an opinion.