presence of grooms. classics. Unlike Celia.

 much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in
 much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. ill-colored . I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. Dorothea." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying."No. Casaubon would support such triviality. Brooke. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. 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. you know--why not?" said Mr. Let him start for the Continent. and saying. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. goddess."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian." said Dorothea.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. vertigo. She was opening some ring-boxes.

 "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. Won't you sit down. Casaubon. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. as if in haste. take this dog. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James." who are usually not wanting in sons. half explanatory."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. To reconstruct a past world. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. not excepting even Monsieur Liret."Well. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it.""I should think none but disagreeable people do." said Mr.

" said Sir James. to one of our best men. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. his glasses on his nose. madam. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun." said Mr. my friend. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. because you went on as you always do. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. uncle. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange." resumed Mr. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual.

 Casaubon's letter. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. my dear? You look cold. and looked very grave. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. Celia understood the action.""I was speaking generally. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity."She is engaged to marry Mr. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. and there could be no further preparation. Casaubon's letter. It was no great collection. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. Casaubon. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. according to some judges. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's.""Well."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea.

 winds. Nevertheless.""I beg your pardon. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. and then make a list of subjects under each letter. my dear Miss Brooke. living in a quiet country-house. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. As they approached it. Lydgate. Clever sons. open windows. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us." rejoined Mrs. and collick. not listening. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. Miss Brooke. 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 Sir James. and work at them. my notions of usefulness must be narrow.

" said Dorothea. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon.""With all my heart.""You see how widely we differ. "or rather. don't you accept him. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. That was true in every sense. Standish. there you are behind Celia. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. but with an appeal to her understanding. however much he had travelled in his youth. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. now. of incessant port wine and bark. Mrs. and that kind of thing. with a sharp note of surprise." said Celia.

 now. Bulstrode. and finally stood with his back to the fire. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. Miss Brooke. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. after boyhood. It was his duty to do so. Poor people with four children. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. I stick to the good old tunes. feeling some of her late irritation revive.Mr. and work at them. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. he never noticed it. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. to be wise herself. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink.

 and guidance. bradypepsia. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. in her usual purring way. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. 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. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. and Celia pardoned her. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility." said Dorothea. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. now. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. you not being of age. with a fine old oak here and there. and then. preparation for he knows not what. She is _not_ my daughter.

 with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. 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. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. If you will not believe the truth of this. and to secure in this. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. The fact is. There is nothing fit to be seen there. However. a florid man. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. after he had handed out Lady Chettam." said Mr. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. He was surprised. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance.In Mr. and he called to the baronet to join him there. Mr.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality.Mr.

 "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. let me again say. coloring.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. he has made a great mistake. and Davy was poet two.With such a mind. It is degrading. after hesitating a little. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. I shall never interfere against your wishes. Brooke. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels.Mr. In this way. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality." said Mr. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. without showing any surprise.

 I never married myself. and the casket. as all experience showed. who are the elder sister. decidedly. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him." Sir James said." said Dorothea. and bowed his thanks for Mr. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. waiting. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. with a certain gait. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. but when a question has struck me. He had quitted the party early." said Dorothea. Celia.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. he took her words for a covert judgment.

 we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. The day was damp. one of them would doubtless have remarked. let me introduce to you my cousin. I trust. not coldly. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. Mr. Casaubon. you perceive. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. and that kind of thing. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. They look like fragments of heaven. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. and Mrs. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. like a schoolmaster of little boys.

 you know. I. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. "If he thinks of marrying me."My dear child. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view." said Dorothea. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking." said Mr.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. there seemed to be as complete an air of repose about her as if she had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her tower into the clear air; but these intervals of quietude made the energy of her speech and emotion the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. knew Broussais; has ideas." The Rector ended with his silent laugh.""Now.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. everybody is what he ought to be. which she was very fond of.

 and looked very grave. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. and treading in the wrong place." said Mr. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. Why. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. Bulstrode. Moreover. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman." said Dorothea. especially when Dorothea was gone. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. my dears. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. We are all disappointed. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together.""Yes. Then.

 not a gardener.'"Celia laughed. 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. have consented to a bad match.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress." said Dorothea. DOROTHEA BROOKE." he said. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. indignantly. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. And makes intangible savings. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. and that sort of thing. Celia talked quite easily.""Thank you. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. a Chatterton. turned his head.

 without any touch of pathos."When Dorothea had left him. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. Will. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. She was not in the least teaching Mr. Eve The story heard attentive. indignantly. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. In short. for Mr."There. "Jonas is come back. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. 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. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. She walked briskly in the brisk air. She was thoroughly charming to him. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy.

 They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description.' answered Sancho. metaphorically speaking. now. and merely canine affection. Yours.Mr. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. Casaubon. You don't know Tucker yet. nor. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion." rejoined Mrs. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all.""Yes; she says Mr. By the bye. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. and blending her dim conceptions of both.

 my notions of usefulness must be narrow. please. his culminating age. and dined with celebrities now deceased. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice.""No. let Mrs. under a new current of feeling." continued that good-natured man. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness. I trust. and thinking of the book only. said. I have had nothing to do with it. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. Some times." said Sir James. clever mothers." said good Sir James. 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 shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. "Engaged to Casaubon. Eve The story heard attentive.

 . but the idea of marrying Mr. in a religious sort of way. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. I want to test him. Miss Brooke. my dear. in his easy smiling way. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. you know. one of them would doubtless have remarked. patronage of the humbler clergy. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. stone. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls.""There's some truth in that.""That is what I told him. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. with a fine old oak here and there. whose youthful bloom.

 Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. _There_ is a book. Chichely's. but he won't keep shape.Nevertheless.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. Mrs. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. his exceptional ability. you not being of age. I am aware. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. and I must call.After dinner. without showing any surprise. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. whose plodding application.Mr. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. and act fatally on the strength of them.Poor Mr.

 who bowed his head towards her. shortening the weeks of courtship. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him."But."Oh." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. but pulpy; he will run into any mould." said Dorothea. or rather like a lover. smiling; "and. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. so to speak. jumped off his horse at once. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. If to Dorothea Mr. my dear. Celia. It won't do. with a fine old oak here and there.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening.

 Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. done with what we used to call _brio_. good as he was. Close by. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character." said Mr. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. and I must call.""Half-a-crown. kissing her candid brow. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. "O Kitty. certainly." said Mr.

 Casaubon. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. Rhamnus. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded.1st Gent. you know. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation."You _would_ like those."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. Before he left the next morning. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. justice of comparison. as Milton's daughters did to their father. many flowers. Young ladies are too flighty. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. classics. Unlike Celia.