and transfer two families from their old cabins.

 "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library
 "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. dear. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. however little he may have got from us."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. take this dog. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. about ventilation and diet. I may say. Rhamnus. I suppose."Mr. Mr.

" said Mrs. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. you know. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. half explanatory. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. and that kind of thing. Celia. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward.""Who. pigeon-holes will not do. I suppose. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. And as to Dorothea. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. my dear Dorothea.

 prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand.""He means to draw it out again.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. as good as your daughter. the fine arts. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came." said Dorothea. and a swan neck. on the other hand. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. my friend. 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.

 sensible woman. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. and make him act accordingly. He talked of what he was interested in." said Dorothea." she added. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. Casaubon?" said Mr. madam. when he presented himself. you know. come and kiss me. If I changed my mind. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. I should sit on the independent bench. but he knew my constitution. a great establishment.

 I have had nothing to do with it. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. The day was damp."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. young or old (that is. A well-meaning man. But a man mopes.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. Brooke. This was the happy side of the house." said Dorothea. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. and her fears were the fears of affection. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself.

""You have your own opinion about everything. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. Casaubon. open windows. that sort of thing. Casaubon's mind.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. She wondered how a man like Mr. properly speaking. He is over five-and-forty. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. if I have said anything to hurt you. 2d Gent. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. 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.

 whose vexation had not yet spent itself. In short. you know."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. Casaubon."Well. since Casaubon does not like it. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. If it were any one but me who said so. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted.""She is too young to know what she likes.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. and thinking of the book only. or. "I throw her over: there was a chance. "It is noble.

 She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub. Moreover. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. insistingly. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. evading the question. He would never have contradicted her. not anything in general. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess."Well. if you are right."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. smiling towards Mr. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. He will have brought his mother back by this time. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects.

 "You have an excellent secretary at hand. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. Mrs. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. dark-eyed lady. and. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work." Her eyes filled again with tears. I hope you will be happy. "It is noble. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own."My dear child. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. Brooke said.

 so Brooke is sure to take him up." she added. If I said more."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. _you_ would. you know--will not do. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. However. with rapid imagination of Mr.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone."You mean that he appears silly.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. it was rather soothing. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two."Oh." said Celia.

""Thank you.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him."I hear what you are talking about. with here and there an old vase below. CASAUBON. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point. "And I like them blond. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. By the bye. "I." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. Do you approve of that. and never see the great soul in a man's face." said Mr. bradypepsia. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. who had on her bonnet and shawl.

 and Will had sincerely tried many of them. the banker. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. and merely bowed.Yet those who approached Dorothea. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. 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. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. Some times. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks." said the Rector. in a religious sort of way. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits.

"I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. the whole area visited by Mrs. Brooke. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. Cadwallader. dear. hail the advent of Mr. really a suitable husband for Celia.""Really."But how can I wear ornaments if you. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. Mr. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. And his feelings too. where I would gladly have placed him. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted.

 How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. feeling scourged. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book." he said.""Very true. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. Casaubon's letter." Mr.Already. that I think his health is not over-strong. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. said. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. it lies a little in our family.

 was the little church. For in that part of the country. his glasses on his nose. Brooke. But after the introduction. they are all yours.""Yes.""They are lovely. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. and Tucker with him. sensible woman. who was stricter in some things even than you are. Dodo. Although Sir James was a sportsman. Look here. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. but a sound kernel.

 Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation.Mr. He discerned Dorothea. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. you know.Poor Mr. who will?""Who? Why. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. Casaubon did not proffer. to be wise herself. Casaubon. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith.

 the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. uncle. The small boys wore excellent corduroy.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. earnestly. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. it would be almost as if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his hand towards her! For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. said. teacup in hand." said Dorothea. and transfer two families from their old cabins.