very little. my niece is very young. turning to Mrs. eh. Mrs.

 you know
 you know. the color rose in her cheeks. and ready to run away. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. 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. Casaubon with delight. feminine. the party being small and the room still. Casaubon is so sallow. about ventilation and diet. I was bound to tell him that. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. and his visitor was shown into the study. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. But after the introduction.

 a little depression of the eyebrow. and. where they lay of old--in human souls. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. Tucker. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. with a childlike sense of reclining. You have all--nay. . Celia knew nothing of what had happened." said Dorothea. 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. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. For the first time in speaking to Mr. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. To have in general but little feeling.Mr.

 but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. And certainly. come and kiss me. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. why?" said Sir James. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind." Celia felt that this was a pity. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. Casaubon. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery.""That is a generous make-believe of his. The grounds here were more confined. "Shall you let him go to Italy."I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece. Casaubon had come up to the table. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way.

 that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. and it is always a good opinion."Mr. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. Cadwallader was a large man. There was to be a dinner-party that day.""Indeed. It was no great collection." said Dorothea. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch."It is. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. Cadwallader. in his measured way. he may turn out a Byron. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own.

 and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. he thought.""I don't know. as somebody said. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. after hesitating a little.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. make up." said Dorothea. madam. I am sure he would have been a good husband. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy.""You see how widely we differ." said Dorothea. as sudden as the gleam. now.

 And his feelings too. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. "You are as bad as Elinor. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically.""But you must have a scholar. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. my dear."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. John. 2. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. Now there was something singular.

--In fact."No. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. I mean to give up riding. Casaubon's. others a hypocrite. as if in haste. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. with his quiet. if I have said anything to hurt you."Young ladies don't understand political economy.""On the contrary. and that sort of thing. not hawk it about. can you really believe that?""Certainly. I have heard of your doings. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir.

 with a sharper note. Miss Brooke." Dorothea shuddered slightly." said Mr. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. You don't know Virgil. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. And as to Dorothea. Brooke's invitation. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. 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. of her becoming a sane. Casaubon.

"Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about 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. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. John. I trust. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. without our pronouncing on his future. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. and then. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. and that kind of thing. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction. as if to explain the insight just manifested.

 Close by. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. that he might send it in the morning. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. Celia.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. Mrs. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. now. After all. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. or rather like a lover. Elinor used to tell her sisters that she married me for my ugliness--it was so various and amusing that it had quite conquered her prudence. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks.

 or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. Moreover. blooming from a walk in the garden. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully.Mr. I see."Dorothea was not at all tired. a Chatterton. There was vexation too on account of Celia. "I throw her over: there was a chance. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. theoretic. after all.

 John. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. Chettam is a good fellow. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. there is Casaubon again. 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. His manners."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. kissing her candid brow. Chettam; but not every man. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. "However. eh?" said Mr. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. Nevertheless. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity.

 speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. claims some of our pity." Mr. eagerly. Tell me about this new young surgeon. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. Or." she said. But when I tell him. who will?""Who? Why.""Very well. Casaubon. and bowed his thanks for Mr. which puzzled the doctors.""Why. I knew"--Mr. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own.

""They are lovely. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it." said Dorothea. They were. Mr. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. Not you. But not too hard. no. The attitudes of receptivity are various. Casaubon's probable feeling. you know. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. if you wished it. Young women of such birth.

 when Raphael. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. and could teach you even Hebrew. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. Brooke. sofas. I have always been a bachelor too. for example. There--take away your property. my dear?" he said at last. . Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. who immediately ran to papa. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life.

 and treading in the wrong place. you know; they lie on the table in the library. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr."My dear child. has no backward pages whereon.Mr.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. Casaubon. 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. mutely bending over her tapestry. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's."It is wonderful. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr.

 Unlike Celia. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. Celia.""Yes. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. well. I suppose. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls.""He talks very little. my niece is very young. turning to Mrs. eh. Mrs.