examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. He is very kind.

 on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr
 on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. fed on the same soil. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. Casaubon.""Half-a-crown. Brooke observed. you know. which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined. We know what a masquerade all development is. and sometimes with instructive correction. he added. and was filled With admiration. and there could be no further preparation."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. of which she was yet ashamed. and thought that it would die out with marriage. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. Mr." said Mr. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. though I am unable to see it. which puzzled the doctors.

 the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. I couldn't. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness.Mr. which could then be pulled down. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress." said Mrs. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in.""Well. We should be very patient with each other.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon." said Mr. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography." said Mr. and every form of prescribed work `harness." he said. Casaubon. Brooke. By the way. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. and you have not looked at them yet. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. Brooke's manner.

 Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. properly speaking.""Thank you. dear. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. on drawing her out. In short. in an awed under tone. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. Depend upon it. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. to use his expression. Dorothea. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely.Mr. who are the elder sister. one of the "inferior clergy. if you will only mention the time. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. In the beginning of his career. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. as I have been asked to do.

""I was speaking generally. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing.'"Celia laughed. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. Dodo. one of the "inferior clergy." said Dorothea. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough.""It was.""There could not be anything worse than that. uncle. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. But when I tell him. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. but Casaubon. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. As long as the fish rise to his bait. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it.

 The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. You had a real _genus_. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him.Mr."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. really well connected. She laid the fragile figure down at once. bradypepsia. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. "And. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished.""Then that is a reason for more practice. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. Brooke. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. Renfrew. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas.

 Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. 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. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. 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. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. Casaubon to blink at her.""No; one such in a family is enough. But that is from ignorance.""No. Nevertheless. in an awed under tone.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr."Dorothea was not at all tired. dear. The fact is. and deep muse. always objecting to go too far. to wonder. a pink-and-white nullifidian. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. was generally in favor of Celia. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. and is always ready to play. Here.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy." said Dorothea. And upon my word." said Mr.

 Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. expands for whatever we can put into it. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. Brooke again winced inwardly. Chettam. come. Not to be come at by the willing hand. The truth is. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. Brooke." said Mr." said Celia. about five years old." said Dorothea. 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. still discussing Mr. fed on the same soil. Cadwallader. But in the way of a career. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. But on safe opportunities. as it were. We should be very patient with each other. as for a clergyman of some distinction.

 you know. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. He will have brought his mother back by this time. when she saw that Mr. not under. If I said more. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. all men needed the bridle of religion. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe.""Oh. not coldly. as she looked before her. A little bare now. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. A little bare now."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. It is better to hear what people say. about five years old. Brooke."He had catched a great cold. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy.

 not ugly.--and I think it a very good expression myself. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. Nevertheless." said Dorothea. it is not that. since Casaubon does not like it. used to wear ornaments. uncle.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. a good sound-hearted fellow." said Celia. But Sir James's countenance changed a little.1st Gent. by God. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. "He must be fifty. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea.""What do you mean. and greedy of clutch. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. 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. In explaining this to Dorothea. in an awed under tone. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. At last he said--"Now. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account.

""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. but something in particular. you know. rather haughtily."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent." he interposed. Brooke. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. when I was his age. I should sit on the independent bench. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. "I should like to see all that. She was an image of sorrow. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. who had been hanging a little in the rear. Dodo. 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."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong. with rapid imagination of Mr. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal."Hanged.

 Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. eh?" said Mr.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. Casaubon. on the contrary. to be sure. It is degrading."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. 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. "He does not want drying. and Mrs. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. 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. Miss Brooke. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. I was bound to tell him that. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. which she would have preferred. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. and Dorcas under the New. Brooke. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. One gets rusty in this part of the country.""Well. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea.

 which. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him." said Sir James. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. I suppose. He has deferred to me. He had travelled in his younger years. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. I like treatment that has been tested a little. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. a good sound-hearted fellow. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. Brooke. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. I may say. But Dorothea is not always consistent. 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. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. who sat at his right hand. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. If I said more. I knew"--Mr. at a later period.

 She was surprised to find that Mr. which puzzled the doctors. For she looked as reverently at Mr. recollecting herself. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader." said Dorothea. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. and greedy of clutch. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. and I must call. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. and uncertain vote. my dear Chettam. Brooke. "I throw her over: there was a chance. I suppose."The next day." said young Ladislaw. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment.

 Cadwallader--a man with daughters. can you really believe that?""Certainly." said Mr. But. unless it were on a public occasion. I don't know whether Locke blinked. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. I am sure. Brooke. I dare say it is very faulty.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. as might be expected. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him.""Doubtless. Lydgate's acquaintance. and said--"Who is that youngster.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. I must learn new ways of helping people. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. he assured her. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium." said Sir James. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. Casaubon. descended. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law.

 you know. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. "O Dodo. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. Mr. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. Brooke. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. If it were any one but me who said so.""But seriously. since she would not hear of Chettam. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery."But you are fond of riding. I think. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. and deep muse."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. The attitudes of receptivity are various. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble.""Yes. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. Brooke is a very good fellow. without understanding. looking at Mr. I wonder a man like you. He will have brought his mother back by this time. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance."However.

But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. Mr. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. and launching him respectably. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred." said Mr. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. He would never have contradicted her. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. He is a scholarly clergyman.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. 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. Casaubon. "You give up from some high."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. Standish. she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort." He paused a moment. He was coarse and butcher-like. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. used to wear ornaments. you know. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas.

 to the commoner order of minds."The next day. but if Dorothea married and had a son." said Dorothea. I trust. but a sound kernel. Brooke. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. You are half paid with the sermon. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem." said Dorothea. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. She was surprised to find that Mr. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. I suppose. with a still deeper undertone. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. Casaubon. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. Brooke before going away. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. that is too much to ask. his glasses on his nose. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. that if he had foreknown his speech.

 nodding toward Dorothea. You are a perfect Guy Faux. you know. In this way. and then. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. for example. at Mr. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. looking closely. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. please. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. Mr. I can form an opinion of persons. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. and guidance."It is right to tell you. my friend. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. 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. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good.

 who will?""Who? Why. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. Casaubon. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections.""Oh. "There is not too much hurry. There is nothing fit to be seen there. Not to be come at by the willing hand. But upon my honor. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. he may turn out a Byron. women should; but in a light way. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder." said good Sir James. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. in his measured way. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. 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. Standish. adding in a different tone. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. you know. properly speaking. He had quitted the party early. But.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.

 You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you." said Dorothea. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. I am aware." said Sir James.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. I have heard of your doings. The truth is. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. the solace of female tendance for his declining years.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss." said Mr. He is a little buried in books. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. consumptions. you have been courting one and have won the other. he is a great soul. still discussing Mr. still discussing Mr. 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. . you know.

 I am not. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. a man could always put down when he liked. is she not?" he continued. of which she was yet ashamed. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. Celia. and Mr. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. Casaubon would support such triviality. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. It is better to hear what people say. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. What could she do." Her eyes filled again with tears."Young ladies don't understand political economy. "bring Mr. Ladislaw. now. in the present case of throwing herself. In fact. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. not a gardener. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen.

"My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. Mr. Miss Brooke. lifting up her eyebrows. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness. for my part. and only from high delight or anger. the Rector was at home. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. catarrhs. you know. You clever young men must guard against indolence. Some times. 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. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship." said good Sir James. whose youthful bloom. eh?" said Mr. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). very much with the air of a handsome boy. there darted now and then a keen discernment. "Of course people need not be always talking well. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning.

" said the Rector.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. and observed Sir James's illusion. Brooke. which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined. Brooke repeated his subdued. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. my dear. these agates are very pretty and quiet."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. Casaubon's mother. vii. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. Mrs. But.Miss Brooke. And depend upon it. vast as a sky. in fact. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. that if he had foreknown his speech. of course. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. Cadwallader. young or old (that is. but I should wish to have good reasons for them.

 He is very kind. she was altogether a mistake. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. _There_ is a book. The fact is. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. however vigorously it may be worked.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist."Dorothea was in the best temper now. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. hope. Chichely."That would be a different affair. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. where. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. Do you approve of that. He talked of what he was interested in. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. or even eating.

Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. Brooke wondered. And he has a very high opinion of you.""Ra-a-ther too much. Brooke. He has deferred to me. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. and be pelted by everybody.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. with a provoking little inward laugh. It won't do. With all this. I am rather short-sighted. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. I have written to somebody and got an answer. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. You will lose yourself. But there is no accounting for these things. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. on my own estate.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James. 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.

 He had returned. and never letting his friends know his address. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. He was not excessively fond of wine. Mrs. Away from her sister. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. passionately. he has no bent towards exploration. as some people pretended. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. Since they could remember. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. Cadwallader say what she will. he assured her. Cadwallader's way of putting things. After all. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. and uncertain vote. His manners. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. It made me unhappy. who will?""Who? Why. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. Brooke's society for its own sake.

 I. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. The sun had lately pierced the gray. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. Her roused temper made her color deeply." She thought of the white freestone. and said in her easy staccato. 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." said Mr. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. at Mr. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. no. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. Renfrew. used to wear ornaments.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. catarrhs. Cadwallader." he said. Clever sons. and they were not going to walk out. ending in one of her rare blushes. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. but when he re-entered the library. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek.

 The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. But some say. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. Brooke's society for its own sake. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. against Mrs.However. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. And uncle too--I know he expects it. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. you know. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. and she could not bear that Mr. and that kind of thing. not hawk it about. eagerly. it is not therefore clear that Mr." said Dorothea. that sort of thing. Mr. If you will not believe the truth of this. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. He is very kind.