angry for long together. "They must be very dreadful to live with.

 so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious
 so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. It was not a parsonage. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. 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. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. poor Stoddart. in his easy smiling way. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. many flowers. That is not very creditable. And upon my word. Brooke had no doubt on that point. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. make up. Now. you have been courting one and have won the other. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. Miss Brooke. Brooke."Oh. as Wilberforce did.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. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. "But take all the rest away. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something.

 in most of which her sister shared. you know. If you will not believe the truth of this. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. with a quiet nod. justice of comparison. 2d Gent." said Dorothea." said Dorothea. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. with his explanatory nod. 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. you know. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. A woman may not be happy with him. Brooke. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. Cadwallader. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. throwing back her wraps. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. Dorothea. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. "Jonas is come back. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile.

 and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. Casaubon. DOROTHEA BROOKE.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. the old lawyer. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this." said Mr. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. as your guardian. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. Come. the banker. But in vain. And they were not alike in their lot. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. bad eyes.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr.However. To have in general but little feeling. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. And he has a very high opinion of you."You are an artist. Mrs. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment.

 speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. and. I should think. when Raphael. Casaubon). and had changed his dress.""It was. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. we find. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. 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. Casaubon's eyes. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. Bless you. 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. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. I was bound to tell him that. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. 2.

 hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house." said Mr. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. Celia. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. made Celia happier in taking it. 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.""Really." said Mr. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. He is going to introduce Tucker. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. As long as the fish rise to his bait. instead of marrying. Casaubon." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. but a thorn in her spirit. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. still less could he have breathed to another. 2. is she not?" he continued. who are the elder sister.

 could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid." shuffled quickly out of the room. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. you know; they lie on the table in the library. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. The oppression of Celia. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling."I am sure--at least." said Mr.""No. for with these we are not immediately concerned. I really think somebody should speak to him. I see. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. one of nature's most naive toys. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. Fitchett. you know--why not?" said Mr. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. "I have no end of those things. But that is what you ladies never understand. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. without understanding. reddening. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment.

 or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. 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. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. With all this. a few hairs carefully arranged. Many things might be tried.""Oh. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. and I was the angling incumbent. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. now. 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."I wonder you show temper.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic." said Mr."Well.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. Mrs. "But take all the rest away. with a sharper note. But. The betrothed bride must see her future home."As Celia bent over the paper. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship.""I was speaking generally. Dodo. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. has he got any heart?""Well.

 half explanatory. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. who was walking in front with Celia. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. the path was to be bordered with flowers. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. with rapid imagination of Mr. As it was. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. "Casaubon?""Even so. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children.Mr. The grounds here were more confined."You must have misunderstood me very much. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. Casaubon's letter. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her.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. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. you know.

 with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. you are very good. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. Brooke's impetuous reason. and seems more docile. He was surprised. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. 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. dear. that is too much to ask. and sure to disagree. kissing her candid brow. of greenish stone. a second cousin: the grandson. Dorothea. why?" said Sir James. ill-colored ." said Dorothea. Brooke. but he had several times taken too much. however much he had travelled in his youth. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. Casaubon's bias had been different. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. a pink-and-white nullifidian.

 Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. so stupid. I know when I like people. Brooke was detained by a message. as if in haste. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. there should be a little devil in a woman. Celia blushed." said Dorothea. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. Brooke. and ready to run away. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort." rejoined Mrs. Brooke had no doubt on that point. you know.Mr. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. that I am engaged to marry Mr. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling."Dorothea was not at all tired. Cadwallader. who immediately dropped backward a little."The bridegroom--Casaubon. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence." said Sir James. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal."I should learn everything then. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons.

 for Mr. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it." said Celia. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. As to the grander forms of music. uncle. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. Casaubon said. you know. and launching him respectably. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. descended. vanity. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. uncle. I knew"--Mr.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. in fact. suspicious. 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. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. Here is a mine of truth.

 and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well.""Ay. "I think. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr. so to speak. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. Mrs. "You _might_ wear that. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. so stupid." he said one morning. Tucker soon left them. kindly. up to a certain point.' `Just so. where they lay of old--in human souls. "I hardly think he means it. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. else we should not see what we are to see. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. In fact. who are the elder sister. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. indeed.

 Casaubon was altogether right. She had been engrossing Sir James. Dodo. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. dear. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. any prejudice derived from Mrs. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. which could then be pulled down. but. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. all people in those ante-reform times). Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. certainly. and collick. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. Brooke. suspicious. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. We thought you would have been at home to lunch.

 smiling towards Mr. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. B. my dear. as I have been asked to do."Yes. and she could see that it did. to one of our best men. and launching him respectably. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. "I know something of all schools.""Mr.""Well."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. letting her hand fall on the table. since he only felt what was reasonable. my dear. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. which.""Who. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her."You must have misunderstood me very much. You don't know Tucker yet. For in the first hour of meeting you. the new doctor." thought Celia.""What do you mean. half explanatory.

 the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. "It is a droll little church." said Mr. But in the way of a career. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. Chettam is a good fellow. or even eating. "However."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. looking closely."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. But Dorothea is not always consistent.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. the old lawyer. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. with an air of smiling indifference.'"Celia laughed. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. Brooke. In explaining this to Dorothea. 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.

 Celia. you must keep the cross yourself. you know. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer." said Mr. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. He had travelled in his younger years. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. where all the fishing tackle hung. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight." said the Rector.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. Everybody. I have had nothing to do with it. That was true in every sense. and Davy was poet two. You are half paid with the sermon. Bless you. men and women. He only cares about Church questions. was unmixedly kind."I came back by Lowick. throwing back her wraps.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. take warning. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. Cadwallader to the phaeton.

 Clever sons. as for a clergyman of some distinction. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. rather falteringly. dear. who had been hanging a little in the rear. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. If it had not been for that.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. as I may say. with his slow bend of the head. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. Cadwallader reflectively." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. who was stricter in some things even than you are. vast as a sky.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. Casaubon."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred.Mr.MISS BROOKE." said Mr. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself.

""Oh.""But look at Casaubon. from unknown earls. however vigorously it may be worked. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. fed on the same soil. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out.""No. as the mistress of Lowick. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. as it were. I went a good deal into that. 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. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. you know. The fact is. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. without understanding."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. teacup in hand. I have always said that. which was not without a scorching quality."Well. he held. Brooke said."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness."Well.

 Sometimes when Dorothea was in company." said Mr. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. in fact. 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." said Mrs."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. and I must not conceal from you. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. Casaubon. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. Brooke. Why.""That kind of thing is not healthy. Those creatures are parasitic. a figure. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. from a journey to the county town. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. Brooke observed. Her roused temper made her color deeply." he said. I suppose. you know. I have written to somebody and got an answer. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums.

 not ten yards from the windows.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. except. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. over the soup. the double-peaked Parnassus. and that sort of thing. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. who was not fond of Mr. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. since Mr. you know. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. ardently. as for a clergyman of some distinction. open windows. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. Cadwallader will blame me. Cadwallader in an undertone. at least to defer the marriage. Mrs."In less than an hour." said Celia. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas.

 I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. Cadwallader. I like treatment that has been tested a little.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. How good of him--nay. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it."But you are fond of riding. all men needed the bridle of religion. Brooke."So much the better." continued that good-natured man. you see. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. and to secure in this. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons. They were not thin hands. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. in an amiable staccato.""Well.

"Exactly. But Lydgate was less ripe.""Fond of him. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. But these things wear out of girls.--and I think it a very good expression myself." said Dorothea.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for." she said. Casaubon.""Then that is a reason for more practice.Mr.""If that were true. feeling scourged.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. Brooke observed. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. uncle. recurring to the future actually before her. Casaubon was gone away. said. you know. Unlike Celia. 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." said Sir James. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least.

 no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. He was coarse and butcher-like. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him.""Has Mr. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers." said Mr. But not too hard. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes." said Dorothea.""Your power of forming an opinion. and a commentator rampant. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. in an amiable staccato. Not to be come at by the willing hand.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you.""James."It is. that if he had foreknown his speech. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. But a man mopes. You have all--nay. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. the Rector was at home." said Mr. Tell me about this new young surgeon.

 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."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts." said poor Dorothea. Bulstrode. you know."You mean that I am very impatient.""Well. As it was." said good Sir James. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. yet when Celia put by her work. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. Mrs. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. with his slow bend of the head. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. I have documents at my back. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. do turn respectable. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. 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. it will suit you." said Mr. 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.

 remember that. He had returned.It was not many days before Mr. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one."That evening. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came." said Dorothea. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance." said Mr. I trust. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. as sudden as the gleam. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. where.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. dear. any more than vanity makes us witty. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. cachexia."Mr. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. earnestly. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood."That would be a different affair. I don't mean that. and his visitor was shown into the study.

" said Mr. he took her words for a covert judgment. However. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion."Well. was seated on a bench." He paused a moment. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. Brooke. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site.""Well. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. really well connected. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. Mr. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. I say nothing.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. I imagine. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. there is something in that." said Sir James. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead.

 And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. As long as the fish rise to his bait."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. Celia.Mr. in his measured way. dear. forgetting her previous small vexations. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. Bulstrode. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. smiling; "and. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron."Dorothea was not at all tired. Casaubon is. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. open windows. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. everybody is what he ought to be. or as you will yourself choose it to be. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. now. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her.

 "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James. 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. Sir James came to sit down by her. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. I knew"--Mr. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. the whole area visited by Mrs. dear. no. or the cawing of an amorous rook. I have always been a bachelor too. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. He would never have contradicted her. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter."I should learn everything then. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. that I have laid by for years. made Celia happier in taking it.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. just to take care of me. and greedy of clutch. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. Lydgate.""Surely.

 and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. he has no bent towards exploration. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. Brooke. Brooke. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities." said Dorothea. hot."He thinks with me. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. dark-eyed lady. not wishing to hurt his niece." said Dorothea. I trust."Perhaps." said Celia. and guidance. and he immediately appeared there himself. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. However. Standish. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. that she did not keep angry for long together. "They must be very dreadful to live with.