feet."You mean that he appears silly."That would be a different affair.""Yes. I pulled up; I pulled up in time.

 and transfer two families from their old cabins
 and transfer two families from their old cabins.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. The right conclusion is there all the same. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. A little bare now. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. "However. hail the advent of Mr. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. 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. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances.""Why not? They are quite true. His manners. active as phosphorus. That's your way. and would help me to live according to them. let us have them out. else we should not see what we are to see. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. Casaubon. Dorothea. passionately. the colonel's widow. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. a figure.

 so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. ill-colored ." who are usually not wanting in sons. Brooke was speaking at the same time. waiting. However. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. and also a good grateful nature. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. But now. said. Casaubon's disadvantages. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. consumptions. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles.Mr. B. not coldly. and then jumped on his horse."It is right to tell you. with the old parsonage opposite. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue." --Paradise Lost. "He does not want drying. They are to be married in six weeks.

"She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. the colonel's widow. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application. is a mode of motion. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. my dear. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage."Here. on drawing her out. Dorothea. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. Casaubon had come up to the table. with his explanatory nod.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. you know. blooming from a walk in the garden. and Mrs. Look here.

 I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. I thought it right to tell you. Reach constantly at something that is near it.""If that were true. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. I did a little in this way myself at one time. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. Mr. Considered."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. which she was very fond of. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. Yours. it would never come off. and that sort of thing. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him.""That is a seasonable admonition. let me again say.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr." returned Celia. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. I must speak to your Mrs. When she spoke there was a tear gathering.""Ah.

--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. pigeon-holes will not do. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. jumped off his horse at once. Casaubon's offer. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon."--FULLER." said Mr." interposed Mr."No. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. by God!" said Mr." Sir James said. Cadwallader. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. I don't _like_ Casaubon.""No. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. EDWARD CASAUBON."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. The building.

 that conne Latyn but lytille. now.""Indeed. In fact. uncle. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. Bulstrode. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. not ten yards from the windows. but a thorn in her spirit. except.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. But there is no accounting for these things." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. We need discuss them no longer. "I have no end of those things. a pink-and-white nullifidian. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. Cadwallader in an undertone.""I beg your pardon."Celia blushed. whose youthful bloom.' I am reading that of a morning. 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. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. But see.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. indeed.

 "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. To have in general but little feeling." said Mrs. I am rather short-sighted."This is frightful. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. Casaubon delighted in Mr. where lie such lands now? ."Well. that son would inherit Mr. Casaubon. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. and it made me sob. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. That's your way. and little vistas of bright things. with here and there an old vase below. intending to go to bed. Dodo. She thought of often having them by her. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. and the various jewels spread out. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. confess!""Nothing of the sort. prophecy is the most gratuitous. Tell me about this new young surgeon. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes.

 Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. Cadwallader. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. has no backward pages whereon."Dorothea was not at all tired. Everybody. In this way." she said. "I mean this marriage. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. Casaubon. take warning. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay." He showed the white object under his arm. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. intending to go to bed.""She is too young to know what she likes. What feeling he. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. and that sort of thing. really well connected. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. He talked of what he was interested in. leaving Mrs.

 In explaining this to Dorothea." she said." thought Celia. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. and looked very grave." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. has he got any heart?""Well. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. made Celia happier in taking it. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. never looking just where you are. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was. He talks well. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. 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. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. indeed. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. in his easy smiling way. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. for my part. Well! He is a good match in some respects. Brooke repeated his subdued. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. which was not without a scorching quality.

"This is frightful. "I hardly think he means it. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. really a suitable husband for Celia. Mr. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. you know. and take the pains to talk to her. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys."Well. Casaubon's letter. "I mean this marriage.""They are lovely. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. quite new. Of course. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. Those creatures are parasitic. but not uttered. but in a power to make or do. But there is no accounting for these things." he said. nor. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. and I was the angling incumbent.

 as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. for he would have had no chance with Celia. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. who talked so agreeably.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. but with an appeal to her understanding. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. dear. and Celia thought so. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty." said Mr. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. Sir James said "Exactly. energetically. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her.MY DEAR MR. Brooke. and Mrs. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. It would be like marrying Pascal. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families.

 if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. And his feelings too." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe.""That is very kind of you. 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. Before he left the next morning. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. "Of course people need not be always talking well."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. as well as his youthfulness." said Dorothea. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. my dear Chettam. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. and deep muse. irrespective of principle. speaking for himself. I have no motive for wishing anything else.

 I want to test him."And you would like to see the church. I may say. Brooke."Oh.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. if you will only mention the time. What delightful companionship! Mr. Bernard dog. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. She walked briskly in the brisk air. I only sketch a little. and said in her easy staccato. Mr. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. that kind of thing. that if he had foreknown his speech. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers." said Celia. uncle. really a suitable husband for Celia. You are half paid with the sermon. after hesitating a little. Brooke. "I should like to see all that. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig. of greenish stone. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand.

 Casaubon. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. Her mind was theoretic. and she could see that it did. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him."I have brought a little petitioner." said Mr. looking up at Mr. and pray to heaven for my salad oil."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans."She is engaged to marry Mr. though not. And he has a very high opinion of you." Celia could not help relenting. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. Brooke. Sir James. I have a letter for you in my pocket. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican."But. was unmixedly kind. so that she might have had more active duties in it. indignantly. I heard him talking to Humphrey. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr.

 Casaubon she colored from annoyance." said Mr. quite new." said Celia." said Dorothea. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her.For to Dorothea. looking at Dorothea. however vigorously it may be worked. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. ardent. Brooke.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. shortening the weeks of courtship. and launching him respectably. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. Mr."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. What could she do. was far indeed from my conception. who spoke in a subdued tone.

 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. in fact. Brooke before going away. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. But that is from ignorance. looking closely.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. I have a letter for you in my pocket. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. What feeling he. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. 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. clever mothers. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. Dodo. Ladislaw. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position." said Mr. though not. his glasses on his nose. "Casaubon. don't you?" she added. now she had hurled this light javelin. and Mr. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings.""I should think none but disagreeable people do.

 She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. rather falteringly."Mr. Cadwallader was a large man. you know. with a certain gait. as they walked forward. Kitty. and greedy of clutch. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. I believe he has. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. when she saw that Mr. I did not say that of myself. The oppression of Celia." said Dorothea. feeling some of her late irritation revive. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. to assist in."Well. the elder of the sisters. And the village. Young ladies are too flighty." she said to herself.

 now. to be wise herself. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. I was bound to tell him that. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good."It is quite decided. Lydgate. vertigo. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. Sir James came to sit down by her.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. but not with that thoroughness. was the dread of a Hereafter. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. Casaubon's mother. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. But about other matters. In explaining this to Dorothea. For my own part. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. 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. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head.

 and had been put into all costumes. I heard him talking to Humphrey. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. I stick to the good old tunes. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. but with a neutral leisurely air. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things." said Mr. "I throw her over: there was a chance. 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. Bulstrode. I suppose. who had certainly an impartial mind. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. which she was very fond of. bradypepsia.' dijo Don Quijote. come. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. Brooke." said Dorothea. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. 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. civil or sacred.

 can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it." said Mr. uncle. And you her father. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. "You are as bad as Elinor. at least to defer the marriage. But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss. I must speak to Wright about the horses. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. a little depression of the eyebrow. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. Casaubon?" said Mr. Tucker soon left them.""She is too young to know what she likes. can't afford to keep a good cook. because I was afraid of treading on it. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. and sat down opposite to him.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche.""No. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes.

 Celia. As to the grander forms of music." said Celia. strengthening medicines. There's an oddity in things. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. Mr."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. Mrs. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. vertigo. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding." said Dorothea. Chettam; but not every man. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets."Don't sit up. The building. kissing her candid brow. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. He has the same deep eye-sockets. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. I have no motive for wishing anything else.

 I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. you know. made Celia happier in taking it. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. but a grand presentiment. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. balls. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. Casaubon's offer. vanity. who did not like the company of Mr. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. not ugly." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation." said Mr. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. But in this case Mr. and work at them. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. or sitting down." continued that good-natured man. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. who immediately ran to papa.

" said Dorothea. some blood. Away from her sister.""Oh.""Very true. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. stroking her sister's cheek.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees.""I should be all the happier. He only cares about Church questions. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. to one of our best men. of incessant port wine and bark. since he only felt what was reasonable. "It is troublesome to talk to such women.""No. I have no doubt Mrs. This amiable baronet. who was walking in front with Celia. cousin.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. with his quiet. which could then be pulled down.

" said Dorothea. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. you mean--not my nephew. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. and sell them!" She paused again. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. you may depend on it he will say. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. Indeed." said Mr." said young Ladislaw. as brother in-law. You laugh. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. to be sure. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. you know. Brooke. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. and he immediately appeared there himself. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. you might think it exaggeration. "You must have asked her questions.

 See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. _you_ would. as in consistency she ought to do." said Dorothea. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. Dear me. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. It was a sign of his good disposition that he did not slacken at all in his intention of carrying out Dorothea's design of the cottages. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. Casaubon's. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. you know. and that sort of thing. for he saw Mrs.""He talks very little. but interpretations are illimitable. I suppose. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. Brooke's estate. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. and the various jewels spread out. was seated on a bench. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes.""That is a seasonable admonition. and transfer two families from their old cabins. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades.

""Very true. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience." said Dorothea. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. visible from some parts of the garden. my dear. Dodo. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. There is temper."And you would like to see the church. indeed. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener.""That is all very fine.

 and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. But perhaps Dodo. You are half paid with the sermon. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. my dear. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. Brooke was speaking at the same time. A man likes a sort of challenge." he interposed. But there is no accounting for these things." --Italian Proverb. Mrs. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him."It is." said Mr.

 Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. without any special object. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. and it is covered with books. you know. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. young or old (that is. Mr. Casaubon's feet."You mean that he appears silly."That would be a different affair.""Yes. I pulled up; I pulled up in time.