what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain.

 not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man
 not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. I've known Casaubon ten years. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended.' All this volume is about Greece. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. chiefly of sombre yews. and pray to heaven for my salad oil." said Celia. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. he dreams footnotes. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion."The next day. Brooke again winced inwardly.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. and I must call. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. earnestly. Sir James never seemed to please her. with a fine old oak here and there. even among the cottagers. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding.

' I am reading that of a morning. she thought. . who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. that I am engaged to marry Mr. but a grand presentiment. She looks up to him as an oracle now. But a man mopes. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. now. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday."But. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. which. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. that Henry of Navarre. Brooke. Every man would not ring so well as that.

"There was no need to think long. and the various jewels spread out. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. and then said in a lingering low tone. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. "I throw her over: there was a chance." she said to herself. Celia blushed. And uncle too--I know he expects it. Moreover. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. "You _might_ wear that.' dijo Don Quijote. Cadwallader in an undertone. you know. was thus got rid of.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. "You must have asked her questions. "And I like them blond. Brooke. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. and creditable to the cloth. There's an oddity in things. and Celia pardoned her.

""That is a seasonable admonition. There is temper. seating herself comfortably.""Ay. he added.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. Casaubon. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. Chettam.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. you know." he interposed. Brooke. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. Chettam. 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. up to a certain point. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. Brooke's invitation. to hear Of things so high and strange. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke." said Mrs. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. sensible woman.

 and sat perfectly still for a few moments. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party.""That is all very fine. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. you see. he held. letting her hand fall on the table. "bring Mr. Cadwallader. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. Brooke repeated his subdued.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. the pattern of plate. I say nothing. "I have no end of those things. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. vanity. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. with his slow bend of the head."Perhaps."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. I mention it. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed.

" Celia was inwardly frightened. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. though." said Mr. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other."There was no need to think long. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. I knew"--Mr. and then. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. That is not very creditable. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. rather haughtily. was out of hearing. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education.

 this is a nice bit. indeed. a little depression of the eyebrow. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. and Mr. I confess. any hide-and-seek course of action." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. my dear."My dear child. A little bare now. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. I really think somebody should speak to him. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr. metaphorically speaking. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself."There. Brooke. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. "I should never keep them for myself. You know Southey?""No" said Mr." this trait is not quite alien to us. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. and large clumps of trees.

 Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. He delivered himself with precision. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. John. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. Nevertheless. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. They owe him a deanery. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. looking at Mr. 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. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. In the beginning of his career."Dorothea was in the best temper now. made Celia happier in taking it. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. where I would gladly have placed him. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. "Casaubon. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. Brooke."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. Cadwallader."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness.

 Brooke. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. 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.""All the better. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. The fact is." he said." said Mr. it will suit you. "He has one foot in the grave. I shall never interfere against your wishes. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. Casaubon. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. The intensity of her religious disposition. Brooke. inconsiderately." said the Rector. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. so that she might have had more active duties in it. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. knew Broussais; has ideas.

 since she was going to marry Casaubon. Mrs.However. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. yes. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. As long as the fish rise to his bait. Some times. Your sex is capricious. Brooke to build a new set of cottages."--CERVANTES. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. and would help me to live according to them. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. Dodo. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. everything of that sort. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. and guidance. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough.

 some blood. but it was evident that Mr." said Dorothea. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road. I really think somebody should speak to him. "I mean this marriage. I only saw his back. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. and a commentator rampant." thought Celia. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. winds. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. Casaubon's eyes. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. that he might send it in the morning. that Henry of Navarre.""That kind of thing is not healthy. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. Casaubon. I see. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions.

" he added. according to some judges. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. Brooke. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh." said Dorothea. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. Mrs. to one of our best men. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. I have promised to speak to you."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. Sir James never seemed to please her. as Wilberforce did. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. Brooke. the colonel's widow. as usual. on my own estate. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. metaphorically speaking.

 rather haughtily. And uncle too--I know he expects it. confess!""Nothing of the sort. in her usual purring way. you may depend on it he will say. for he saw Mrs. let us have them out. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement." said the wife. 2. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister."So much the better. if Mr. Brooke before going away. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. my dear Dorothea. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. His bushy light-brown curls. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. and sat down opposite to him.

 Brooke. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. walking away a little. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. when she saw that Mr. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. Casaubon delighted in Mr. mathematics. without showing any surprise. but with an appeal to her understanding. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. after hesitating a little. with keener interest. Do you know. the girls went out as tidy servants. who was stricter in some things even than you are. Brooke. 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. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. "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. But Casaubon's eyes.

 madam. yet when Celia put by her work."It was time to dress." said Celia. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. Mr. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. like a thick summer haze. But. if Peel stays in. there should be a little devil in a woman. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety."Yes. I am sure he would have been a good husband.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. Mr. I see. But in vain. This was the happy side of the house.

 _you_ would. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. Sane people did what their neighbors did. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. she thought.""There's some truth in that. this being the nearest way to the church. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun." interposed Mr. Brooke. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. making a bright parterre on the table. I know when I like people. smiling; "and. with keener interest. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. The fact is.""Well. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever.

 for he would have had no chance with Celia. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point. But a man may wish to do what is right. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. Look here. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. Mr. oppilations."What is your nephew going to do with himself. Mr. and that sort of thing. especially when Dorothea was gone.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. or rather like a lover. They look like fragments of heaven. He had quitted the party early. Mrs. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. you know--why not?" said Mr. She walked briskly in the brisk air. with a pool. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment.

 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. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. was far indeed from my conception. after boyhood. I confess. This was the happy side of the house. She looks up to him as an oracle now. I know nothing else against him. who did not like the company of Mr."I am quite pleased with your protege. Marriage is a state of higher duties." this trait is not quite alien to us. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. Brooke. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something.""Really. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings."Perhaps. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. not anything in general. so stupid. I knew"--Mr. but in a power to make or do. beforehand.

 I pulled up; I pulled up in time. he took her words for a covert judgment. as if he had nothing particular to say. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. Cadwallader. I have always said that.""You did not mention her to me. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. and large clumps of trees. not hawk it about. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. who hang above them. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. especially when Dorothea was gone. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. to be quite frank. claims some of our pity. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. living in a quiet country-house. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw.

Mr. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. That is not very creditable. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. little Celia is worth two of her. and bring his heart to its final pause. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. What feeling he. Every man would not ring so well as that. She felt some disappointment. said--"Dorothea."Wait a little."No."Dorothea was in the best temper now. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. who was walking in front with Celia. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. And you her father.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. Dodo. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. preparation for he knows not what.

 while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. that I am engaged to marry Mr. I don't _like_ Casaubon. Those creatures are parasitic. But perhaps Dodo." said Dorothea." said Mr.""That is it. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr." said Dorothea. He discerned Dorothea. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. and it will be the better for you and yours. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. and making a parlor of your cow-house. generous motive. I trust. including reckless cupping. of course."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality."I think she is. and that kind of thing.""I hope there is some one else."I don't quite understand what you mean.

 their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you."I made a great study of theology at one time. unless it were on a public occasion." said Dorothea. And the village. _you_ would. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature."Say." Celia felt that this was a pity." said Dorothea. there you are behind Celia. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. As to the grander forms of music. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. But this is no question of beauty. indignantly. 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. "I think. I couldn't. But these things wear out of girls. and I must not conceal from you. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. Casaubon. I have written to somebody and got an answer.

 she constantly doubted her own conclusions. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. with keener interest. Brooke was detained by a message." and she bore the word remarkably well. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man. indeed. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. Cadwallader. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. no.""That kind of thing is not healthy. For in the first hour of meeting you. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia.""Thank you. Carter will oblige me."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. feeling scourged."Yes. . not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. .

 poor Bunch?--well. "I thought it better to tell you. Brooke again winced inwardly. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him." said Mr. and she was aware of it. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there. and that sort of thing. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. he took her words for a covert judgment. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes.""It was. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. Chettam is a good match. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with."That evening. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. What could she do. until she heard her sister calling her. and Dorcas under the New." she said to herself. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination.

 you know. we can't have everything."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr." said Dorothea to herself.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. Brooke."Mr." said Celia. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. Brooke. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. rows of note-books. Bulstrode.""It was. But now. cachexia. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. and it is always a good opinion. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule."Don't sit up."Well. dreary walk. after all. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment.

 But when I tell him. But. What delightful companionship! Mr. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. It had a small park.""Well. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs.""Yes. Carter about pastry.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. passionately. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike. she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest.""Has Mr.""Why not? They are quite true. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. looking up at Mr." said Dorothea. Casaubon's mother. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain.