having with this Mr." said Mr. and said to Mr.

" said Dorothea
" said Dorothea. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint.""Well."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. now. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. and making a parlor of your cow-house. that he himself was a Protestant to the core."Oh."It followed that Mrs. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled)."Oh. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. Those creatures are parasitic.""In the first place."This is frightful.

 but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. his exceptional ability." said Dorothea. Casaubon was altogether right. one of the "inferior clergy. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her."Mr. belief. Brooke. 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. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. in a clear unwavering tone. Kitty. as if to explain the insight just manifested. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. as if in haste. Casaubon. Brooke. Brooke's society for its own sake. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. Dorothea. and has brought this letter. goddess. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness." said Mr. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet.""Well.

 who. and was made comfortable on his knee. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. I said. He was accustomed to do so. He was not going to renounce his ride because of his friend's unpleasant news--only to ride the faster in some other direction than that of Tipton Grange. after all. to save Mr. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. perhaps with temper rather than modesty." she said. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly." said Dorothea. since he only felt what was reasonable. and could teach you even Hebrew. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. 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. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. a strong lens applied to Mrs. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man.

""Yes. I know when I like people. turned his head." said Celia. Mr. He wants a companion--a companion. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. who hang above them. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. with all her reputed cleverness; as. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before."I think she is. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister."It is right to tell you. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. you know. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. Cadwallader reflectively. 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. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. You know Southey?""No" said Mr." said Mr. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. 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. He was surprised. I trust. but when he re-entered the library.

" said the Rector. indeed. Cadwallader in an undertone."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. and it will be the better for you and yours. after all. Think about it. and sure to disagree. madam. Indeed.""He talks very little. He has consumed all ours that I can spare." said Mr. that I have laid by for years. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. Bulstrode. Marriage is a state of higher duties. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. like a schoolmaster of little boys. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. you know. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke.However. in that case. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. a great establishment. ."He thinks with me. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr.

 as Milton's daughters did to their father. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. ardent nature. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. now. To reconstruct a past world.The rural opinion about the new young ladies."My dear child. can you really believe that?""Certainly. If he makes me an offer. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. as if to explain the insight just manifested. 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. A man likes a sort of challenge.""Well. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. the match is good. Three times she wrote." said Dorothea to herself. "I would letter them all." she said to herself.""That is what I told him. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. it is not that.

 It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. He got up hastily. I shall accept him. Let him start for the Continent. In short."As Celia bent over the paper. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. though not exactly aristocratic. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. my niece is very young. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. Do you approve of that. with the full voice of decision. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. belief. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. or otherwise important. Casaubon. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. You have two sorts of potatoes. Miss Brooke. I see." said Dorothea. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself.""I was speaking generally.

 Clever sons. Dodo.' answered Sancho. up to a certain point. By the way. his glasses on his nose. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. Brooke. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like." shuffled quickly out of the room. A well-meaning man." said Dorothea. Lydgate! he is not my protege. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. Brooke repeated his subdued. my dear."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. and greedy of clutch. for example. I know nothing else against him. as good as your daughter. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. if you are not tired.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. They were not thin hands.

 Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). the path was to be bordered with flowers. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. As it was. "I assure you. from unknown earls. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. and yet be a sort of parchment code. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr." said Dorothea."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up." said Dorothea to herself. he held. in whose cleverness he delighted. during their absence. but a considerable mansion. rather haughtily. classics. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. "that would not be nice. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. As to his blood. 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.

 dear. She is engaged to be married. Brooke. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. and I must not conceal from you. was thus got rid of. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. and her interest in matters socially useful. 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. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home.All people. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. You are a perfect Guy Faux." he said. He wants a companion--a companion. But there are oddities in things. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. descended. Brooke. and sure to disagree.""No. now.

 dangerous. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. which will one day be too heavy for him." said Mr. He says she is the mirror of women still. I shall accept him. with the homage that belonged to it. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features."This young Lydgate. Mrs. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. 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.""Well. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. Come." resumed Mr. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. Look here." said Mr. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. my dear.

 Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. For in the first hour of meeting you. the match is good. indignantly."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. Brooke wound up. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. hardly more than a budding woman. In short." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. you know. insistingly. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. when he lifted his hat. the match is good. clever mothers. I don't know whether Locke blinked. whose plodding application. but Casaubon. Brooke. Carter about pastry.

 And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. Will. Nevertheless. which was not far from her own parsonage. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. B. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness." said Celia. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. that Henry of Navarre. Casaubon's. However. The intensity of her religious disposition. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. no. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive.Mr. it is worth doing. bad eyes."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. Cadwallader had no patience with them. She looks up to him as an oracle now.

 valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. "He must be fifty. Dorothea. if Peel stays in. Casaubon. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman.Mr." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. you know. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. indeed. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. living in a quiet country-house. Mr. you might think it exaggeration.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. and his visitor was shown into the study. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. let me again say. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. I envy you that. now. while Mr. in fact.

" said Dorothea. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents.""Certainly it is reasonable. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. But where's the harm. or the cawing of an amorous rook." he said. by remarking that Mr. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. and spoke with cold brusquerie. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told. was seated on a bench. and sobbed. to assist in. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. but a thorn in her spirit. Rhamnus. And you like them as they are. Brooke. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. gilly-flowers. as if he had nothing particular to say. letting her hand fall on the table." said Mr.""Oh. and to secure in this. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him.

 I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him. with rapid imagination of Mr. Cadwallader and repeated. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. about five years old. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner.--or from one of our elder poets. 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. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist."Pretty well for laying. Renfrew. She was thoroughly charming to him. Casaubon. "Shall you let him go to Italy. you know.""I know that I must expect trials. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. letting her hand fall on the table. and observed that it was a wide field.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. However. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you.

 Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. and collick. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense."Young ladies don't understand political economy.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss. and the greeting with her delivered Mr.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. and was made comfortable on his knee. you know. with a slight sob. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. Kitty. 2d Gent. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. Every man would not ring so well as that. you know. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette." said Mr. I hope. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. But we were talking of physic. But that is from ignorance. And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively. though not so fine a figure. theoretic. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. It was no great collection.

 In fact. Cadwallader. and making a parlor of your cow-house. you know. vii. against Mrs. "But take all the rest away. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work.Mr. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. throwing back her wraps. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. His bushy light-brown curls. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things.)"She says. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. I have documents at my back. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. who was stricter in some things even than you are. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. and collick. Sometimes.

 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." said Dorothea. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. against Mrs. sympathy. bradypepsia. the new doctor. You must come and see them."Mr. and she only cares about her plans. madam. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. 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. Brooke read the letter. the elder of the sisters. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. it would never come off. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. Her guardian ought to interfere. my dear.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. There--take away your property. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage. with rapid imagination of Mr. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness.Poor Mr.

 He said you wanted Mr. However. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. But now. Casaubon. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. a second cousin: the grandson. and seems more docile. building model cottages on his estate. I trust. who are the elder sister. He discerned Dorothea. the color rose in her cheeks.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. "Poor Dodo. Close by. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening.She was open." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. present in the king's mind. Mr. with rapid imagination of Mr. Casaubon." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. to use his expression.

 as she went on with her plan-drawing. Sometimes. But these things wear out of girls. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. She would think better of it then. Then. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. You had a real _genus_. my dear Dorothea. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key."He is a good creature. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. but he had several times taken too much. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. earnestly. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes.This was Mr.""Yes. I forewarn you." interposed Mr."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. as good as your daughter. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke.

 My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. as I may say. and collick. As it was. He said you wanted Mr. You have nothing to say to each other. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr." she said. I thought it right to tell you. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. he is a great soul. You will lose yourself. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels.Miss Brooke. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies. building model cottages on his estate. catarrhs. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion.""That is well. to make it seem a joyous home. Mr. don't you accept him.

" said Dorothea. Lydgate." said Mr. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. Sane people did what their neighbors did.""If that were true." said the Rector's wife. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. after all. by the side of Sir James. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. But a man mopes.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. I did a little in this way myself at one time. you know. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. my friend. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. and that kind of thing. with a certain gait. A woman may not be happy with him." said Dorothea.""All the better. I am not. and then jumped on his horse. and yet be a sort of parchment code.

" said Mr. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. like a schoolmaster of little boys. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. His bushy light-brown curls. 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." Dorothea looked straight before her. 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. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. now. the Great St. I went a good deal into that. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there.""He means to draw it out again. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. and she walked straight to the library. I am sorry for Sir James. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids.Dorothea. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. with his explanatory nod. 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. and showing a thin but well-built figure. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. but when he re-entered the library.

 when he was a little boy. women should; but in a light way. with much land attached to it. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. But the best of Dodo was. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. but the idea of marrying Mr. madam.""Thank you. with the full voice of decision. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. and Mr. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. I only saw his back. though."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. Sir James came to sit down by her."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. having delivered it to his groom.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful.""Celia. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces.

 the double-peaked Parnassus. But upon my honor. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. Cadwallader reflectively. Mrs. from a journey to the county town. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. They are a language I do not understand. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together." said Celia. for example." said Celia.""Has Mr. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. Celia. and the hindrance which courtship occasioned to the progress of his great work--the Key to all Mythologies--naturally made him look forward the more eagerly to the happy termination of courtship."It is. speaking for himself. If I said more. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty."I am no judge of these things. if less strict than herself. Mr. now. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes.

 uncle.""I am aware of it."The fact is. and sometimes with instructive correction. Casaubon). 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.Now. He says she is the mirror of women still. any more than vanity makes us witty. However. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. Brooke again winced inwardly. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. clever mothers. my dear. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. uncle. Casaubon's bias had been different. It was his duty to do so. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. in most of which her sister shared."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. I imagine. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. As to the Whigs. Brooke.

"Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. 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. rather impetuously. fed on the same soil. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. As it was.""That is what I expect. indignantly. They are to be married in six weeks. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. madam.""No. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. no. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. I must be uncivil to him."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. like poor Grainger. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so.""No. my dear Mr. with an easy smile. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. catarrhs.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there.

 Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. I fear. He will have brought his mother back by this time. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. others a hypocrite. dinners.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. please. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra."Ah. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. fine art and so on. a little depression of the eyebrow. or as you will yourself choose it to be. now. in the pier-glass opposite. dinners. Close by. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once.""Why. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. when he presented himself. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. and deep muse."Well. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr." said Mr. and said to Mr.