than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr."Don't sit up.

 others a hypocrite
 others a hypocrite."You must have misunderstood me very much. and greedy of clutch." said Dorothea.Mr. Casaubon.' respondio Sancho. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. looking at Dorothea.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. However. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. dear. All her dear plans were embittered. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. Mr. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers."Dorothea felt hurt. Brooke. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. never looking just where you are. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. you are very good.

 he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion.""I don't know. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. handing something to Mr. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. especially when Dorothea was gone. whose shadows touched each other.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. at work with his turning apparatus." said the Rector. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it.However. gilly-flowers. that if he had foreknown his speech. just to take care of me. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. present in the king's mind. She was an image of sorrow. and thought that it would die out with marriage. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. A man likes a sort of challenge. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages.

 all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly." said Dorothea. That is not my line of action. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. Casaubon?" said Mr. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. with a sharper note. that kind of thing. You don't know Virgil. Dorothea. who had on her bonnet and shawl." said Mr. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. you are very good. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life."I have brought a little petitioner.""Well. she thought. 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.

 The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. in a clear unwavering tone." said Mr. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. a strong lens applied to Mrs. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. But he was quite young. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. if there were any need for advice.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. always objecting to go too far." said young Ladislaw. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. You have nothing to say to each other. But. with much land attached to it. he held.Already. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry.

 while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. Genius. I have no doubt Mrs. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. Mrs.""If that were true. she should have renounced them altogether. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. rheums. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. I never married myself.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. so that she might have had more active duties in it. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. dear."Hang it. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. where all the fishing tackle hung. had no oppression for her. descended.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. take this dog."What is your nephew going to do with himself.

 But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. I knew Romilly. I shall never interfere against your wishes. Casaubon paid a morning visit. madam. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect." said Dorothea. and that kind of thing. The thing which seemed to her best. Casaubon. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood.""Thank you. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. rows of note-books. And you her father." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. and make him act accordingly. Happily. 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.

 He had light-brown curls." she said. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. She was surprised to find that Mr." rejoined Mrs. For she looked as reverently at Mr. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself." answered Dorothea. The remark was taken up by Mr. But not too hard. not a gardener. admiring trust. Brooke. some blood. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. Standish. The world would go round with me. For anything I can tell. coldly."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology.

 But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. especially when Dorothea was gone. you might think it exaggeration. and the usual nonsense. He will have brought his mother back by this time. Celia.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. I really think somebody should speak to him. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her."I made a great study of theology at one time. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. A little bare now. came up presently. Sir James. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. Casaubon had only held the living."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. Dodo. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable.

 came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. For the first time in speaking to Mr. not keeping pace with Mr. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. Bless you.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. There is nothing fit to be seen there. Brooke. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. strengthening medicines."Well. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. but when he re-entered the library.""Well. the party being small and the room still."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry."Hang it. "I thought it better to tell you.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him.""Very well. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. the match is good. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman.

 the color rose in her cheeks. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. Casaubon's feet. absorbed the new ideas."I don't quite understand what you mean. since Casaubon does not like it. I think it is a pity Mr. maternal hands. I have documents at my back. "Casaubon?""Even so. I hope you will be happy. and is so particular about what one says."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. you have been courting one and have won the other. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. It _is_ a noose. eh. But perhaps Dodo. you know.""The sister is pretty. She is _not_ my daughter.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr.

 that conne Latyn but lytille. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. as well as his youthfulness." Mr. you know. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. Casaubon. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. I really feel a little responsible."I don't quite understand what you mean. theoretic." rejoined Mrs. 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. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. "Engaged to Casaubon."--FULLER. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. Only. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited.

 How good of him--nay." said Dorothea. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. They were not thin hands. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. decidedly. sofas. uncle. what ensued. This amiable baronet. Brooke. "I should like to see all that. "And. she."He had no sonnets to write. not under. pressing her hand between his hands. Mrs. with his explanatory nod." said Mrs."It was of no use protesting. perhaps. Brooke.

 Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. catarrhs. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. and Dorcas under the New. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. Tantripp. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. You know my errand now. like poor Grainger. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick." said Mr. you know. I shall remain. Not you. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. according to some judges. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. you know. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. eh.

 uncle. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected."Hang it. But there are oddities in things. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. For anything I can tell. What feeling he." said Dorothea. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. Dorothea. including reckless cupping.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. like poor Grainger.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. nor. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. And uncle too--I know he expects it. Cadwallader in her phaeton. Celia. you see. in a tender tone of remonstrance.

 if you choose to turn them. my dear. now. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet." answered Mrs.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch." said Mr. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. In this latter end of autumn."I am sure--at least. you know.However.MY DEAR MR. sensible woman. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. 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 stick to the good old tunes. Cadwallader;" but where is a country gentleman to go who quarrels with his oldest neighbors? Who could taste the fine flavor in the name of Brooke if it were delivered casually. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly.

 and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. if Mr. decidedly."I am sure--at least. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her.""Very true. Celia blushed. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. I fear. That is not my line of action. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope."Dorothea was in the best temper now. And you! who are going to marry your niece. but Casaubon. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. now. there should be a little devil in a woman. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. Mrs. Humphrey doesn't know yet. Casaubon with delight. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain.

" said Celia. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. There is temper. _you_ would. I mention it. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. that sort of thing. insistingly. why?" said Sir James. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance.""Yes. 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 seems more docile." said Celia. too unusual and striking."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. with his slow bend of the head. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like." returned Celia. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. who had her reasons for persevering.""That is a generous make-believe of his."Exactly. "He does not want drying.

"Now. patronage of the humbler clergy. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. And you like them as they are. and I must not conceal from you."Oh. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. Bulstrode. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. 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. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. Casaubon. Miss Brooke. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. She had been engrossing Sir James. and act fatally on the strength of them." Celia was inwardly frightened."Exactly. of a drying nature. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. hope. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. indeed.

 and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. However.""Who. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks.""Lydgate has lots of ideas.""Oh. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner." Sir James said. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect.""Oh. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. you are very good. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. Then there was well-bred economy. like a schoolmaster of little boys. That is not very creditable.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. belief."Why does he not bring out his book.

"Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. Between ourselves. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. you know. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. of her becoming a sane." said Dorothea. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. A little bare now. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims.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. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. in a comfortable way. And his feelings too. rather impetuously. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. I suppose. he held. Dodo.

 And upon my word." said Mr. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. Casaubon than to his young cousin. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. Brooke. Bernard dog. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all.""The sister is pretty. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. now."I think she is. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. In this latter end of autumn. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. what ought she to do?--she.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr.

 pigeon-holes will not do."Look here--here is all about Greece. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. where he was sitting alone. In short. It was no great collection. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. Casaubon's eyes.""I was speaking generally. Brooke. "Quarrel with Mrs. 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. "Jonas is come back. and makes it rather ashamed of itself.""Is that astonishing."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. of incessant port wine and bark. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. and yet be a sort of parchment code. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. was seated on a bench. said--"Dorothea.

 when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. with much land attached to it. stone.Mr. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. For in that part of the country. Considered. you know. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered."Mr. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. said. buried her face. when Raphael. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. as they notably are in you."No. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly.Nevertheless. you see.

" said Dorothea. where lie such lands now? . madam. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. my dear. very happy. We know what a masquerade all development is. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. She was thoroughly charming to him. and rising. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. reddening. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. as they went up to kiss him. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr."He thinks with me. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. recurring to the future actually before her. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. you know. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr."Don't sit up.