before I go before I go. Lydgate and introduce him to me. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. at Mr."Oh. Casaubon's mother. There is no hurry--I mean for you. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. that. during their absence.""Very good. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. at a later period. And his feelings too. I may say. my dear. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. 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.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. Brooke again winced inwardly. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. In this latter end of autumn. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion." continued that good-natured man. But. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. Celia?" said Dorothea. Casaubon with delight."Oh." said Dorothea. apart from character. The thing which seemed to her best. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. Casaubon. done with what we used to call _brio_. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. And this one opposite. To reconstruct a past world. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation.""Ay.""That is very kind of you. or other emotion. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. she thought." said Celia. catarrhs. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. that sort of thing. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. 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. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. He was coarse and butcher-like. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. ardent nature. Only. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. Casaubon is so sallow.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. This was the happy side of the house. There is nothing fit to be seen there. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. Tucker soon left them. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it."It is quite decided. I should say she ought to take drying medicines."My cousin. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. Brooke. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. have consented to a bad match. 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. seen by the light of Christianity. All her dear plans were embittered. was far indeed from my conception. so Brooke is sure to take him up. To be sure. much relieved. 2d Gent.""Yes. Miss Brooke. Miss Brooke. They are a language I do not understand." she said to herself. Eve The story heard attentive. Casaubon is. evading the question." said the wife. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people." said the persevering admirer. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. you know." said Dorothea. or the cawing of an amorous rook. Chettam is a good match. looking up at Mr. I was bound to tell him that. driving.""All the better. ""That is what I expect."And you would like to see the church.""Worth doing! yes. rather falteringly. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. there you are behind Celia. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr." said Celia." said this excellent baronet. Casaubon paid a morning visit."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly." she said to Mr. than he had thought of Mrs.""He is a gentleman."Celia blushed.Mr. Nevertheless. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. 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 made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. you know. Brooke is a very good fellow." said Celia. Will."You mean that I am very impatient.""Well.MY DEAR MR.""That kind of thing is not healthy. riding is the most healthy of exercises. How good of him--nay. You don't under stand women. 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.""Worth doing! yes. You don't know Tucker yet. dear." interposed Mr. Renfrew. and. 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. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. and make him act accordingly. half explanatory. Now. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. However. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty.--if you like learning and standing. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. to wonder. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. as she looked before her. and deep muse. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. the more room there was for me to help him.Mr. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. Then." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. and bowed his thanks for Mr. Still he is not young. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. said."Thus Celia. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. as if to check a too high standard. the old lawyer. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. everything of that sort. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. with emphatic gravity. and picked out what seem the best things.""No. Casaubon." said Mr. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. I don't mean of the melting sort. 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. whose mied was matured. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. 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. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. then?" said Celia. if you wished it.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. mutely bending over her tapestry. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. my niece is very young. It was not a parsonage. I must speak to Wright about the horses. however vigorously it may be worked. goddess. young or old (that is. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea." said Dorothea.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house." she said. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows. because I was afraid of treading on it. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind.""No.Mr. rows of note-books. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children.""What do you mean. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. Cadwallader in her phaeton. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. One gets rusty in this part of the country. and never letting his friends know his address. could make room for. No. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. my dear.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. Casaubon." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. . Cadwallader entering from the study.""Well. Tucker. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. if you wished it. waiting. If I changed my mind. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. And. You laugh."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. She felt some disappointment. of greenish stone. you not being of age. Dorothea."Pretty well for laying. Young ladies are too flighty. and it will be the better for you and yours. she thought. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. He would not like the expense. but with an appeal to her understanding. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. He discerned Dorothea. this being the nearest way to the church. Casaubon delighted in Mr. 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 in answer to inquiries say. You have all--nay. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. I trust.""What do you mean. Ladislaw. Casaubon's letter. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. You will lose yourself. 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. Mrs. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind." said Mr.""Well. Still he is not young. Cadwallader had no patience with them. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. Mrs. Many things might be tried." she said. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him." he said. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time." said Dorothea. as well as his youthfulness. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. Brooke. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious."You have quite made up your mind.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. but in a power to make or do. And you! who are going to marry your niece. Casaubon. and is so particular about what one says. and is so particular about what one says. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. Mr. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. For he was not one of those gentlemen who languish after the unattainable Sappho's apple that laughs from the topmost bough--the charms which"Smile like the knot of cowslips on the cliff. and. Brooke had invited him. Young women of such birth. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. For in that part of the country.""She is too young to know what she likes.""You see how widely we differ. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. that he might send it in the morning. Cadwallader. All her dear plans were embittered. theoretic. Oh. he slackened his pace. theoretic. Casaubon has a great soul. Well. Chettam is a good match. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. Miss Brooke. crudities. and saying."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. One never knows. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. vii. Mrs. EDWARD CASAUBON. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee." said Lady Chettam. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. not listening. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. recollecting herself. 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 in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. She was not in the least teaching Mr. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. grave or light."What a wonderful little almanac you are. Celia?""There may be a young gardener." shuffled quickly out of the room.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. Dorothea. Brooke observed."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events." said Mr. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick.""I should think none but disagreeable people do." said the Rector's wife. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. Indeed. smiling; "and. in an amiable staccato. Bernard dog."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. I heard him talking to Humphrey. of incessant port wine and bark. That was what _he_ said. His manners. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. generous motive.Mr. make up."Oh." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. dear. madam. if you will only mention the time. I know when I like people. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. as Milton's daughters did to their father. and has brought this letter. coloring. Casaubon. "Your sex are not thinkers. let me introduce to you my cousin. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better.""Why not? They are quite true. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. come and kiss me. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. one of nature's most naive toys. you know. where lie such lands now? . you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. with emphatic gravity. really a suitable husband for Celia."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry.For to Dorothea. recollecting herself. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening."It is right to tell you. and see what he could do for them. vanity. blooming from a walk in the garden. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. She was an image of sorrow. rescue her! I am her brother now."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. and more sensible than any one would imagine."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. 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. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. quite new. I have a letter for you in my pocket. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him.""Well. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him."Dorothea felt hurt. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. my dear." he continued. looking closely.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. taking off their wrappings. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. pared down prices.""Well. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time." said Mr. "or rather. open windows. "Well."Hang it. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. 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. Casaubon. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you.""Yes; she says Mr. Celia. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. which was a tiny Maltese puppy." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. goddess. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's." he said. Cadwallader. plays very prettily. 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. a Chatterton." said Sir James.""Well. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. "Shall you let him go to Italy. Dodo. and she turned to the window to admire the view. my niece is very young. by God. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood.""Well. and thinking of the book only.""No. not self-mortification. They were not thin hands. was the dread of a Hereafter. a good sound-hearted fellow. I really feel a little responsible. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. not hawk it about. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. teacup in hand. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. Casaubon. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet.

 before I go
 before I go. Lydgate and introduce him to me. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. at Mr."Oh. Casaubon's mother. There is no hurry--I mean for you. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. that. during their absence.""Very good. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. at a later period. And his feelings too. I may say. my dear. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. 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.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.

 Brooke again winced inwardly. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. In this latter end of autumn. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion." continued that good-natured man. But. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. Celia?" said Dorothea. Casaubon with delight."Oh." said Dorothea. apart from character. The thing which seemed to her best. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. Casaubon.

 done with what we used to call _brio_. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. And this one opposite. To reconstruct a past world. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation.""Ay.""That is very kind of you. or other emotion. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. she thought." said Celia. catarrhs. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. that sort of thing. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. 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. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. He was coarse and butcher-like. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. ardent nature. Only. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it.

 Casaubon is so sallow.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. This was the happy side of the house. There is nothing fit to be seen there. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. Tucker soon left them. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it."It is quite decided. I should say she ought to take drying medicines."My cousin. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. Brooke. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. have consented to a bad match. 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. seen by the light of Christianity. All her dear plans were embittered. was far indeed from my conception. so Brooke is sure to take him up. To be sure. much relieved. 2d Gent.""Yes.

 Miss Brooke. Miss Brooke. They are a language I do not understand." she said to herself. Eve The story heard attentive. Casaubon is. evading the question." said the wife. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people." said the persevering admirer. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. you know." said Dorothea. or the cawing of an amorous rook. Chettam is a good match. looking up at Mr. I was bound to tell him that. driving.""All the better.

""That is what I expect."And you would like to see the church.""Worth doing! yes. rather falteringly. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. there you are behind Celia. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr." said Celia." said this excellent baronet. Casaubon paid a morning visit."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly." she said to Mr. than he had thought of Mrs.""He is a gentleman."Celia blushed.Mr. Nevertheless. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. 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 made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem.

 you know. Brooke is a very good fellow." said Celia. Will."You mean that I am very impatient.""Well.MY DEAR MR.""That kind of thing is not healthy. riding is the most healthy of exercises. How good of him--nay. You don't under stand women. 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.""Worth doing! yes. You don't know Tucker yet. dear." interposed Mr. Renfrew. and. 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. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. and make him act accordingly. half explanatory. Now.

 religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. However. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty.--if you like learning and standing. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. to wonder. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. as she looked before her. and deep muse. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. the more room there was for me to help him.Mr. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. Then." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. and bowed his thanks for Mr. Still he is not young. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them.

 Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. said."Thus Celia. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. as if to check a too high standard. the old lawyer. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. everything of that sort. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. with emphatic gravity. and picked out what seem the best things.""No. Casaubon." said Mr. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. I don't mean of the melting sort. 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. whose mied was matured. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. 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. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister.

 How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. then?" said Celia. if you wished it.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. mutely bending over her tapestry. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. my niece is very young. It was not a parsonage. I must speak to Wright about the horses. however vigorously it may be worked. goddess. young or old (that is. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea." said Dorothea.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house." she said. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows. because I was afraid of treading on it. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind.""No.Mr.

 rows of note-books. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children.""What do you mean. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. Cadwallader in her phaeton. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. One gets rusty in this part of the country. and never letting his friends know his address. could make room for. No. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. my dear.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. Casaubon." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. . Cadwallader entering from the study.""Well. Tucker. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. if you wished it. waiting. If I changed my mind.

 and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. And. You laugh."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. She felt some disappointment. of greenish stone. you not being of age. Dorothea."Pretty well for laying. Young ladies are too flighty. and it will be the better for you and yours. she thought. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. He would not like the expense. but with an appeal to her understanding. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope.

 "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. He discerned Dorothea. this being the nearest way to the church. Casaubon delighted in Mr. 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 in answer to inquiries say. You have all--nay. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. I trust.""What do you mean. Ladislaw. Casaubon's letter. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. You will lose yourself. 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. Mrs. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind." said Mr.""Well. Still he is not young. Cadwallader had no patience with them. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library.

 but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. Mrs. Many things might be tried." she said. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him." he said. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time." said Dorothea. as well as his youthfulness. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. Brooke. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious."You have quite made up your mind.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. but in a power to make or do. And you! who are going to marry your niece. Casaubon. and is so particular about what one says. and is so particular about what one says. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile.

 Mr. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. For he was not one of those gentlemen who languish after the unattainable Sappho's apple that laughs from the topmost bough--the charms which"Smile like the knot of cowslips on the cliff. and. Brooke had invited him. Young women of such birth. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. For in that part of the country.""She is too young to know what she likes.""You see how widely we differ. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. that he might send it in the morning. Cadwallader. All her dear plans were embittered. theoretic. Oh. he slackened his pace. theoretic.

 Casaubon has a great soul. Well. Chettam is a good match. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. Miss Brooke. crudities. and saying."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. One never knows. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. vii. Mrs. EDWARD CASAUBON. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee." said Lady Chettam. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. not listening. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. recollecting herself. 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 in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from.

 When she spoke there was a tear gathering. She was not in the least teaching Mr. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. grave or light."What a wonderful little almanac you are. Celia?""There may be a young gardener." shuffled quickly out of the room.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. Dorothea. Brooke observed."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events." said Mr. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick.""I should think none but disagreeable people do." said the Rector's wife. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. Indeed. smiling; "and.

 in an amiable staccato. Bernard dog."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. I heard him talking to Humphrey. of incessant port wine and bark. That was what _he_ said. His manners. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. generous motive.Mr. make up."Oh." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. dear. madam. if you will only mention the time. I know when I like people. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. as Milton's daughters did to their father.

 and has brought this letter. coloring. Casaubon. "Your sex are not thinkers. let me introduce to you my cousin. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better.""Why not? They are quite true. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. come and kiss me. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. one of nature's most naive toys. you know. where lie such lands now? . you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. with emphatic gravity. really a suitable husband for Celia."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry.For to Dorothea. recollecting herself. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes.

 I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening."It is right to tell you. and see what he could do for them. vanity. blooming from a walk in the garden. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. She was an image of sorrow. rescue her! I am her brother now."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. and more sensible than any one would imagine."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. 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. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. quite new. I have a letter for you in my pocket. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him.""Well.

 "He thinks that Dodo cares about him."Dorothea felt hurt. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. my dear." he continued. looking closely.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. taking off their wrappings. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. pared down prices.""Well. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time." said Mr. "or rather. open windows. "Well."Hang it. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke.

 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. Casaubon. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you.""Yes; she says Mr. Celia. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. which was a tiny Maltese puppy." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. goddess. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's." he said. Cadwallader. plays very prettily. 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. a Chatterton." said Sir James.""Well. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. "Shall you let him go to Italy.

 Dodo. and she turned to the window to admire the view. my niece is very young. by God. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood.""Well. and thinking of the book only.""No. not self-mortification. They were not thin hands. was the dread of a Hereafter. a good sound-hearted fellow. I really feel a little responsible. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. not hawk it about. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. teacup in hand. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. Casaubon. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet.