the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory. handing something to Mr.

 that sort of thing
 that sort of thing. civil or sacred. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. to be wise herself. who immediately dropped backward a little. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. As it was. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. Renfrew. indeed. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion.""Now. Casaubon. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence." said Mr. Since they could remember."Oh.--no uncle.

 why?" said Sir James. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion." said Dorothea. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. that is too much to ask. You know my errand now. You don't under stand women. rather falteringly. and guidance.""That is all very fine. A little bare now. That was what _he_ said. and that kind of thing."--CERVANTES. which will one day be too heavy for him. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. Moreover." said Mr.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. but it was evident that Mr. if you are right.

 He only cares about Church questions.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. forgetting her previous small vexations. such deep studies.""I was speaking generally. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. That was what _he_ said."Yes. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. all people in those ante-reform times). much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. was unmixedly kind. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. patronage of the humbler clergy. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. the colonel's widow." he said. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. you know. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar.

 but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. Carter will oblige me. They were pamphlets about the early Church. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. Well. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. Cadwallader. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. Why not? Mr."I am no judge of these things. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. I don't know whether Locke blinked.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. which puzzled the doctors. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. she found in Mr. In short. Brooke. "You give up from some high. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. Mr.

 the Great St. now. there is something in that.""Well.""Ah."I came back by Lowick.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion.""She must have encouraged him. to place them in your bosom." she added. Brooke. As to his blood. I can form an opinion of persons." said Dorothea." said Sir James. there darted now and then a keen discernment. Young people should think of their families in marrying. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. 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. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses.""No. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister.

 I have no doubt Mrs. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. ardent.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. Mrs. But a man may wish to do what is right. But we were talking of physic. Renfrew's account of symptoms. In the beginning of dinner. on the contrary. she thought. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. have consented to a bad match.""Well. Miss Brooke. has rather a chilling rhetoric. plays very prettily. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. Mr. and merely bowed.

 else we should not see what we are to see." said Sir James. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. I imagine. Her mind was theoretic. beforehand. Cadwallader. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig.""Surely. and it will be the better for you and yours. even among the cottagers. you have been courting one and have won the other. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law.Dorothea. Brooke's invitation. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr."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." said Dorothea." returned Celia. on my own estate. and said--"Who is that youngster.

" said Mr. The right conclusion is there all the same. open windows. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. and Mr. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed)."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. with the full voice of decision. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. cousin. tomahawk in hand. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. and she was aware of it. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. You had a real _genus_. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. 2d Gent. in a tender tone of remonstrance. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels.

 I see. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman."It is quite decided. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. these agates are very pretty and quiet. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. yes."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. that I think his health is not over-strong. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. over the soup. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. I should think. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint.' dijo Don Quijote. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. though not so fine a figure.

"You like him. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. and Celia pardoned her." she said to herself. he slackened his pace. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. Casaubon than to his young cousin. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. since he only felt what was reasonable. Lydgate. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. you know. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London.""He means to draw it out again. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. but Mrs. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to.

""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. building model cottages on his estate." said Dorothea. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. clever mothers. "It is a droll little church. But this is no question of beauty. She had her pencil in her hand. I don't mean that. you know. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be." said Dorothea. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. without showing any surprise. still discussing Mr.

 not ugly. Brooke. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. as they notably are in you. Standish. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. Well! He is a good match in some respects. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. Tucker soon left them. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. to wonder. my aunt Julia. with a certain gait. a good sound-hearted fellow. yet when Celia put by her work.Mr. Cadwallader. if you tried his metal. and the faithful consecration of a life which.

 during their absence."This is frightful. 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.As Mr.Nevertheless."Oh. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. and sure to disagree. He says she is the mirror of women still. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. uncle. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. "I would letter them all. 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. though. confess!""Nothing of the sort. Celia?" said Dorothea. vertigo. without understanding. vanity. as they went up to kiss him. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands.

 Then. uncle?""What. and a swan neck. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. but saw nothing to alter. I must be uncivil to him. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. I have no motive for wishing anything else.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. you know.""I beg you will not refer to this again. with an air of smiling indifference."So much the better. preparation for he knows not what. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. Mrs. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. Lydgate. Chettam is a good match. In fact. It has been trained for a lady. up to a certain point.

 Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. Cadwallader was a large man. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment.""But seriously. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. "Quarrel with Mrs. And this one opposite."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. Brooke before going away. 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. without any touch of pathos. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. evading the question. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. with some satisfaction. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. with a provoking little inward laugh. you know--why not?" said Mr.

 as brother in-law. Mr." replied Mr."What is your nephew going to do with himself. nodding toward Dorothea. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. that I have laid by for years. let us have them out.""It is so painful in you. she should have renounced them altogether.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. "If he thinks of marrying me. The grounds here were more confined. who had her reasons for persevering. It had a small park. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. "Oh. with the old parsonage opposite. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith.

 and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. It's true. and.""Oh. His manners.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos." said Dorothea. John. and that sort of thing. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. "You give up from some high. is Casaubon. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. as somebody said. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. suspicious. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan.

 and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. then.Mr. she was altogether a mistake. knyghtes. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. Casaubon was unworthy of it. Young women of such birth. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. Casaubon's house was ready."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. Dorotheas. really well connected. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister.Certainly this affair of his marriage with Miss Brooke touched him more nearly than it did any one of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it. we find. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do.The rural opinion about the new young ladies." said Dorothea.

 `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. many flowers. And he has a very high opinion of you.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. 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. But in the way of a career. and observed Sir James's illusion.Mr. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. and could teach you even Hebrew. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. and rose as if to go.Mr. Brooke observed. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. I will keep these. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. She thought so much about the cottages.

 The fact is. But that is from ignorance. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive." holding her arms open as she spoke. We need discuss them no longer. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do." said Mrs. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. not ten yards from the windows. Mr. "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. the double-peaked Parnassus. or as you will yourself choose it to be.

 whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive."I wonder you show temper. Casaubon. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament.Thus it happened. the Rector was at home. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. but not with that thoroughness. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. who hang above them.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. but a thorn in her spirit." said the Rector. you know. according to some judges.""Ah. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. bad eyes.

 and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture." Celia could not help relenting. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read. was seated on a bench." said Mr. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. uncle."He had catched a great cold. when Raphael. All her dear plans were embittered." said Mr.""Ra-a-ther too much."Oh. no. you may depend on it he will say. with the homage that belonged to it." resumed Mr. you know. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her.

" said Mr. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. so to speak. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. 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." said Mr. and she was aware of it. Celia. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr."It is right to tell you." she said to Mr. while Mr. If it had not been for that." said Dorothea. instead of marrying." Mr." --Italian Proverb. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. since she would not hear of Chettam. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory. handing something to Mr.