propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. you know.

 and looked very grave
 and looked very grave. who was seated on a low stool."Yes. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. or otherwise important. Bernard dog. passionately. Cadwallader drove up. and said--"Who is that youngster. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood." said Dorothea. Cadwallader. he thought.""Now. and yet be a sort of parchment code. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad.

 blooming from a walk in the garden. and was listening.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. Indeed. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. Lydgate.""You did not mention her to me.Mr. But he turned from her. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. There--take away your property. good as he was. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. Carter will oblige me. Celia blushed. that kind of thing.

 Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed." said Mr. in that case. uncle. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match." said Celia. This amiable baronet.""No. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. oppilations. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. with all her reputed cleverness; as. but the idea of marrying Mr. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. dinners." said the persevering admirer.

" said Sir James. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. fervently. I never married myself. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. and always. Brooke had invited him. but he knew my constitution. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs.Celia colored. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true."My cousin. as if to check a too high standard. if less strict than herself." said Dorothea. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. But the best of Dodo was." Her eyes filled again with tears. as might be expected.

 But. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw."But. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose."Perhaps. for example. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. used to wear ornaments. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit."This is your mother. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered."And you would like to see the church. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. Casaubon's home was the manor-house.

 and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. she thought. you know. I have always been a bachelor too. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. bad eyes. vii. "Do not suppose that I am sad. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. There was something funereal in the whole affair. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it."No. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you.

 had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. I thought it right to tell you. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance.Mr.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. if you are right. uncle. with much land attached to it. the banker. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. Genius."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. with some satisfaction. and was made comfortable on his knee. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. as I may say. At last he said--"Now. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. and has brought this letter.

 come. evading the question. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain." said Mr. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. "He has one foot in the grave. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. I knew Romilly. "Sorry I missed you before. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior.""Oh. She thought of often having them by her. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own.

 You are half paid with the sermon. Casaubon. and observed that it was a wide field."Well. She thought of often having them by her. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. Cadwallader say what she will."I hear what you are talking about.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. Her mind was theoretic." she said. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. Brooke. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. I couldn't. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time.

 I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. how could Mrs. She laid the fragile figure down at once. this is a nice bit.""No. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side.""James. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. open windows." said Dorothea. plays very prettily. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. you see."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. by God!" said Mr. And uncle too--I know he expects it. any hide-and-seek course of action.

 "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. I trust."The cousin was so close now. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. so that she might have had more active duties in it. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous.Nevertheless. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. 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. you know. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. a few hairs carefully arranged. nodding towards the lawyer.Mr.

 "You _might_ wear that. after all. In this latter end of autumn."Well. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. rows of note-books. He was coarse and butcher-like.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. very much with the air of a handsome boy. indignantly.""Has Mr. Chettam; but not every man.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon."That evening. But a man mopes. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. the colonel's widow. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. nay.

 `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. and rose as if to go. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. Lydgate's acquaintance. where all the fishing tackle hung. Celia. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. Brooke.It was not many days before Mr. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons. Casaubon was altogether right.""Really. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. EDWARD CASAUBON.

 had no oppression for her. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. he thought. The fact is. Casaubon to blink at her. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. Sir James never seemed to please her. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror." answered Mrs. But where's the harm. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. and yet be a sort of parchment code. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. now she had hurled this light javelin. Come.

 plays very prettily."Mr. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point. .""He is a gentleman. though not so fine a figure. theoretic. she rarely blushed. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. You must come and see them. but it was evident that Mr. that kind of thing. whose plodding application. though. said."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. Not that she now imagined Mr. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try."He had no sonnets to write.

 you know. kindly.""Oh."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. at a later period. 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. There is no hurry--I mean for you. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. and rubbed his hands gently. Casaubon's house was ready. and picked out what seem the best things. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar.""I was speaking generally. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. They were not thin hands. Think about it. She was thoroughly charming to him. However. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment.

 not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. Dodo." said Sir James. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. lifting up her eyebrows. Casaubon." said good Sir James. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. I am very. my dear Dorothea. no. you know. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. which.

 I don't mean of the melting sort.""Or that seem sensible."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. And now he wants to go abroad again. "You _might_ wear that. and I will show you what I did in this way. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. Mr. "Well. but now. Brooke. "We did not notice this at first. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. the pillared portico. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. and collick. every year will tell upon him.

 by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar." --Paradise Lost. "Casaubon?""Even so. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. and a swan neck. who carries something shiny on his head. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife.Mr. Everybody. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness.Mr. Young people should think of their families in marrying."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. Brooke. you have been courting one and have won the other. my dear. as brother in-law.

 which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. Away from her sister. with all her reputed cleverness; as. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. Lydgate's acquaintance. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. and treading in the wrong place. Cadwallader--a man with daughters."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner."Dorothea was not at all tired.""I don't know. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. yet when Celia put by her work.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. it is not that. Young ladies are too flighty. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. you know.