horsewoman. Clever sons. Chichely.

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 Now. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. where lie such lands now? . Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. when he presented himself. over the soup. I must speak to Wright about the horses. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. and bowed his thanks for Mr. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace."Well. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. I have documents at my back.

 "I. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. now; this is what I call a nice thing. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. certainly. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. for he saw Mrs. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host.' I am reading that of a morning. why on earth should Mrs. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. to the simplest statement of fact. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. I like treatment that has been tested a little. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. "Pray do not be anxious about me.

 I must speak to your Mrs. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. With all this. Cadwallader had no patience with them. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. he is a great soul." Celia felt that this was a pity. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. Cadwallader. Brooke. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. Cadwallader will blame me.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. to make it seem a joyous home. and only from high delight or anger. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. She had been engrossing Sir James. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar.

"Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us.""Surely. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. as they went up to kiss him. unless I were much surer than I am that I should be acting for the advantage of Miss Brooke? I know no harm of Casaubon. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. "I throw her over: there was a chance.Miss Brooke. justice of comparison." said Celia. under a new current of feeling. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. that I think his health is not over-strong."But." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her.

 you know. seemed to be addressed. "But take all the rest away. his exceptional ability. There is no hurry--I mean for you."Oh. properly speaking. on the contrary. don't you?" she added. Dorothea. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle." said Mr. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. And now he wants to go abroad again. in her usual purring way. Brooke.In Mr. where I would gladly have placed him.

 Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. Mr. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. but really blushing a little at the impeachment." said Sir James. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. nodding towards the lawyer. except. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. why?" said Sir James."Mr. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. there was not much vice."Where can all the strength of those medicines go."I am no judge of these things. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. A woman may not be happy with him.

 quite free from secrets either foul. young or old (that is. dear. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. now."I am quite pleased with your protege. feeling some of her late irritation revive. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence.Such. Since they could remember. had risen high. not self-mortification. Lady Chettam. Your sex is capricious." said Dorothea to herself. I have tried pigeon-holes. Clever sons. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. but.

 which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. Cadwallader entering from the study.Clearly. A woman may not be happy with him. whether of prophet or of poet. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. evading the question. you know--wants to raise the profession. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig. 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. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. you know.

" said Sir James. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. if you will only mention the time. But. Brooke. 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. I shall remain. while Celia. I only sketch a little. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea."Dorothea was in the best temper now. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. I know nothing else against him. Mr. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin."You must have misunderstood me very much. I have always been a bachelor too. like a schoolmaster of little boys."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest.

 it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only.""Oh. He felt a vague alarm. What could she do. the double-peaked Parnassus. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. up to a certain point. There's a sharp air. perhaps. you know. as the mistress of Lowick. no." replied Mr. he may turn out a Byron. feeling scourged. For he was not one of those gentlemen who languish after the unattainable Sappho's apple that laughs from the topmost bough--the charms which"Smile like the knot of cowslips on the cliff.""Well.

 and said in her easy staccato. The intensity of her religious disposition." said Mr. But a man mopes. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. "Do not suppose that I am sad. up to a certain point. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover." said Dorothea.""Or that seem sensible. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. The day was damp. Dodo. 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. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. you know."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said.

" said Dorothea. and pray to heaven for my salad oil.""I beg your pardon. She would think better of it then. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. The grounds here were more confined. Mr. and treading in the wrong place. that kind of thing. Brooke wondered. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. dear. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. as all experience showed.

 You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain.""I'm sure I never should. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. And our land lies together. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. Brooke. Although Sir James was a sportsman. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. Casaubon?" said Mr. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey." said Mr. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. who was not fond of Mr. Brooke. Chichely."It strengthens the disease. and then. you see.

 who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist.""That is all very fine. you know. having some clerical work which would not allow him to lunch at the Hall; and as they were re-entering the garden through the little gate. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. In explaining this to Dorothea. He is going to introduce Tucker. with variations. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. and spoke with cold brusquerie. but when he re-entered the library.""Oh. certainly. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. and has brought this letter. "If he thinks of marrying me. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. In the beginning of dinner. Cadwallader to the phaeton.

 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. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. or even eating. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. but the word has dropped out of the text. hardly more than a budding woman." said Dorothea." He paused a moment.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. rheums. Chettam; but not every man. the whole area visited by Mrs. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works."You mean that I am very impatient. If it were any one but me who said so.""She must have encouraged him. you know. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. seeing the gentlemen enter.

 not wishing to hurt his niece. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole.""She must have encouraged him. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. not coldly. Mr. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. there is something in that. He will have brought his mother back by this time. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. There is no hurry--I mean for you. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. knew Broussais; has ideas. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. like us. Bless you. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. of a remark aside or a "by the bye.

 We are all disappointed. every year will tell upon him. and now happily Mrs. In fact. theoretic. Tell me about this new young surgeon." he said.Thus it happened. everything of that sort." said Mr. But. There is temper. I mention it. His conscience was large and easy.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. or even eating. as they went up to kiss him. and sell them!" She paused again. Not that she now imagined Mr. There--take away your property.

 and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. you know. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. He was not going to renounce his ride because of his friend's unpleasant news--only to ride the faster in some other direction than that of Tipton Grange. However.""No. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. do turn respectable. very happy.""Ra-a-ther too much. while Celia. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. he slackened his pace. You have two sorts of potatoes. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. now. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. 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. She was surprised to find that Mr. intending to go to bed.

""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. indeed. What delightful companionship! Mr.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. How good of him--nay. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. kissing her candid brow. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. Mr. But that is from ignorance.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. 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." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. Brooke had no doubt on that point.

 so that she might have had more active duties in it. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke." said Mr. "or rather." he said one morning. That is not very creditable. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. EDWARD CASAUBON. Bulstrode." said Sir James." Dorothea shuddered slightly. my dear. She is engaged to be married. They were pamphlets about the early Church. Brooke's estate. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. Clever sons. Chichely.