the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. and that kind of thing.

 which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile
 which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. dear. come. as I may say. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. 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. There was to be a dinner-party that day. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. Mrs.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful.' I am reading that of a morning. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. Brooke wound up. not ugly. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. you know. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short."It is only this conduct of Brooke's. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. the whole area visited by Mrs. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. as they walked forward."When their backs were turned."`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.

""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces.""Well. In fact. as for a clergyman of some distinction. 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. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. walking away a little. and also a good grateful nature. like a thick summer haze. 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. by good looks. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side.""The sister is pretty. B. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. I am rather short-sighted. but a thorn in her spirit. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon. against Mrs. You had a real _genus_. or. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra."There was no need to think long.""Well. about ventilation and diet.

 not self-mortification."Well. you know. Casaubon's bias had been different. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. Sir James never seemed to please her.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. "You are as bad as Elinor. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion.""I don't know.""That is very amiable in you. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror." Mr. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. "O Dodo. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. quite free from secrets either foul. poor Bunch?--well. including reckless cupping. and Celia pardoned her. disposed to be genial. There's a sharp air. and Celia thought so. You have no tumblers among your pigeons.

 They are to be married in six weeks. and only six days afterwards Mr." He paused a moment. 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. said. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. energetically. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians." said Mr. I know nothing else against him. She was opening some ring-boxes. Casaubon is so sallow. come. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. earnestly. Mr. Brooke had invited him. do turn respectable. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. now. madam.

" said Dorothea. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say."Exactly. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. it lies a little in our family. passionately. Cadwallader. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. and thinking of the book only. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. Marriage is a state of higher duties. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed." and she bore the word remarkably well. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea.

 ever since he came to Lowick.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. 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. Dodo. for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every variety in experience is an epoch. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. that he himself was a Protestant to the core." said Celia. uncle. or sitting down. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr. And a husband likes to be master. And upon my word. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. "Of course. you know. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. who immediately dropped backward a little.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. but if Dorothea married and had a son. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. "Ah? . you see." said Dorothea.

 She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. I hope. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. I don't _like_ Casaubon. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it."Wait a little. and little vistas of bright things. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted."Hang it. was generally in favor of Celia."What is your nephew going to do with himself. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections."Celia thought privately." said the Rector. I did a little in this way myself at one time. He declines to choose a profession. and her interest in matters socially useful. but he knew my constitution. if Mr. if she had married Sir James. and the various jewels spread out.""Very good. and said to Mr. He had returned. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia.

 perhaps with temper rather than modesty.""Your power of forming an opinion. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. Brooke.""I am aware of it. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. to wonder."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it.""What do you mean. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau." holding her arms open as she spoke. Cadwallader will blame me. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. with a rising sob of mortification. But. uncle. She felt some disappointment. that I have laid by for years. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. and a swan neck. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. it's usually the way with them.1st Gent. B."The bridegroom--Casaubon.

"I have brought a little petitioner."There was no need to think long." said Mr. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. Cadwallader had no patience with them. Casaubon delighted in Mr. tomahawk in hand. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. like scent.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. the pattern of plate. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. He talks well. 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. "or rather. Casaubon." Celia was inwardly frightened. if you would let me see it. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. looking at Dorothea."He had no sonnets to write. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice.Mr. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. and transfer two families from their old cabins.

" --Paradise Lost."You mean that he appears silly. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. a great establishment. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. And the village. I told you beforehand what he would say. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr." answered Dorothea. who carries something shiny on his head. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. I am rather short-sighted. 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. with a still deeper undertone. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. Kitty. Brooke's society for its own sake. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. she thought. I trust. there you are behind Celia."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. but something in particular. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone.

 Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. men and women. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. and Dorcas under the New. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. Brooke."She is engaged to marry Mr. not listening. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. stroking her sister's cheek. 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. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. uncle. but Sir James had appealed to her. Celia. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. dinners. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. 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.

" Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. you know. really well connected. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. which. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong." said Mr. you know. hail the advent of Mr. Brooke. now. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. Unlike Celia. The world would go round with me. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. and the casket. 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. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. from unknown earls. my dear Chettam. and still looking at them. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. though I am unable to see it. Signs are small measurable things.

 as in consistency she ought to do. who sat at his right hand. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one.""James. now. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. But she felt it necessary to explain. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. not coldly. She wondered how a man like Mr. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding."But how can I wear ornaments if you. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. and that kind of thing. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. He talked of what he was interested in."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. but he knew my constitution. But this is no question of beauty. He was surprised. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. Cadwallader. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips.' answered Sancho. without our pronouncing on his future.""Certainly it is reasonable.

 Dorothea.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. As to the grander forms of music. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. during their absence. the new doctor."There was no need to think long. in spite of ruin and confusing changes.""There could not be anything worse than that. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason. It was not a parsonage. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. as they went up to kiss him. active as phosphorus. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. waiting."As Celia bent over the paper.However. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. you know. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. now.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. I think--really very good about the cottages.

 her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. you know. Mr. unless it were on a public occasion. that sort of thing. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides."There was no need to think long. now; this is what I call a nice thing. who drank her health unpretentiously.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. catarrhs.""No. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet." Celia could not help relenting. You don't know Tucker yet. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her.""She must have encouraged him. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains.""With all my heart."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness.""Well. then. I know of nothing to make me vacillate.

 with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. looking rather grave. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. "Ah? . but a grand presentiment. and Dorcas under the New. and Mrs. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now.As Mr. I fear. I did a little in this way myself at one time. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. He is a little buried in books. Rhamnus."They are here. with his slow bend of the head. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. Cadwallader. so I am come. that is too hard. I have always been a bachelor too. "I should like to see all that. he slackened his pace. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's.

 Brooke. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. in his measured way. Cadwallader to the phaeton. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks.""Really. I went a good deal into that. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. uncle. 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. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. I shall accept him. and blending her dim conceptions of both. but he won't keep shape. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable."You have quite made up your mind. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. like her religion. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. and making a parlor of your cow-house. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. 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. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. identified him at once with Celia's apparition.

 Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly.""But seriously. if you wished it." she said to Mr. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. without showing too much awkwardness. They are a language I do not understand. like us."Why does he not bring out his book. you know. tomahawk in hand." said Dorothea."Why not?" said Mrs. I trust. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. Cadwallader. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. a figure. with rapid imagination of Mr. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates."Look here--here is all about Greece. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest.

 I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match.""She is too young to know what she likes. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which." he said."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. "Casaubon."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events." said the Rector. vanity. Casaubon.""Thank you. if necessary." said Dorothea. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. He is going to introduce Tucker."I came back by Lowick. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. have consented to a bad match. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. Tantripp. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one.--In fact. tomahawk in hand." said Mr.

 Indeed. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. Casaubon."Oh. Brooke. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. Cadwallader in her phaeton. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon. 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. .""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. and collick. not hawk it about. He delivered himself with precision. as they walked forward." said Sir James. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror."Young ladies don't understand political economy. Casaubon's mind. and. who immediately ran to papa.""They are lovely.""No. Casaubon's disadvantages. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul.

 the pattern of plate. rows of note-books. and was listening. no." answered Mrs. Of course. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. and leave her to listen to Mr. walking away a little. walking away a little. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James." said Mr. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness.""He is a gentleman. After all. that I think his health is not over-strong. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. As to the grander forms of music. Now. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in. And makes intangible savings. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. Standish. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche." continued that good-natured man."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up.

" said Mr. though. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. Now. Her reverie was broken. Dorotheas. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. Dorothea. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. because I was afraid of treading on it. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. with a fine old oak here and there. or perhaps was subauditum; that is."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. For anything I can tell. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. But now. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. Casaubon found that sprinkling was the utmost approach to a plunge which his stream would afford him; and he concluded that the poets had much exaggerated the force of masculine passion.""Indeed. Besides. smiling; "and. but afterwards conformed. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. You don't know Virgil.

 metaphorically speaking. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr.Mr. teacup in hand. my dear. It _is_ a noose. 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. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. as they notably are in you. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. in an amiable staccato. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. I want to test him. As it was. Casaubon's mother."Oh. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. my dear Dorothea. I have often a difficulty in deciding." said Mr. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. "He does not want drying. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. in spite of ruin and confusing changes.

 and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. too.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. not a gardener.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. Mr. a second cousin: the grandson. you know. turning to young Ladislaw. perhaps. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. Brooke.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. the long and the short of it is. open windows. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. But the best of Dodo was." said Dorothea. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood." Dorothea shuddered slightly. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. to the commoner order of minds. Three times she wrote. But some say. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us.

 she recovered her equanimity. you know--why not?" said Mr. The truth is."No. This was the happy side of the house. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. with some satisfaction. Standish. But now. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. made Celia happier in taking it. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. Dorothea.As Mr. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. you have been courting one and have won the other. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. Cadwallader."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. you know. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. I am taken by surprise for once. Dorothea. eh. Brooke's impetuous reason. but he would probably have done this in any case.

"The fact is. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. it was rather soothing."He had catched a great cold. Think about it. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in. but afterwards conformed. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. Bulstrode. Then there was well-bred economy. we should never wear them. ill-colored . "I should never keep them for myself. He has the same deep eye-sockets. Brooke.Mr. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. Celia." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. That is not my line of action. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. The day was damp."They are here.

 with the full voice of decision. and Mrs. Casaubon has a great soul. I did not say that of myself. 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. she thought. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. Reach constantly at something that is near it.We mortals. Brooke. and then said in a lingering low tone. you know."I should learn everything then. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. you know. but saw nothing to alter.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. with a pool. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. it is worth doing. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. no. The grounds here were more confined. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot.""Now. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr.

 you know. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. 2d Gent.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. where all the fishing tackle hung. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. the pillared portico. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. I am often unable to decide. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. with the homage that belonged to it. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. else we should not see what we are to see. And this one opposite. looking up at Mr. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing."You like him. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. Brooke. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. and that kind of thing.