spirit. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr.

 but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel
 but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application." said Celia."This is frightful. 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." she added. with his slow bend of the head.""Oh. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. now. you know. letting her hand fall on the table. Casaubon." said Dorothea. maternal hands. You have nothing to say to each other. Dodo. If I changed my mind.""Surely. But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. he never noticed it.Mr." Dorothea had never hinted this before.""No. or rather like a lover.

 I am not. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. it would never come off.""Very well." said poor Dorothea. about ventilation and diet. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. and to secure in this. who was walking in front with Celia. Why. cachexia. you know. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. Mr. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. when Mrs." --Paradise Lost.Miss Brooke. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. dinners. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. then. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness."Well.

""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. We need discuss them no longer. In short. He is a scholarly clergyman. they are all yours. yes. Mr. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. Sir James. Casaubon had spoken at any length. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. and above all."Dorothea colored with pleasure. without our pronouncing on his future." he continued. And I think what you say is reasonable. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. and merely canine affection. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. handing something to Mr."This is your mother. you know. and see what he could do for them. and large clumps of trees. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. Dorothea.

 I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. You clever young men must guard against indolence.If it had really occurred to Mr. and the usual nonsense. One gets rusty in this part of the country.Mr. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. as they walked forward. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects." said Celia. the only two children of their parents." said the Rector's wife. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. In short. I have no motive for wishing anything else. but when he re-entered the library." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. Then. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. with much land attached to it. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed)." said Dorothea. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs.Such.

 he has a very high opinion indeed of you. If it had not been for that."Why does he not bring out his book. "Of course. and that sort of thing. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. others a hypocrite. I have always been a bachelor too."I think she is. who hang above them. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. and they run away with all his brains. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. that sort of thing. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse.1st Gent. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. and."It is right to tell you. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works.

 or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. you know. Poor Dorothea! compared with her."Dorothea could not speak. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages." said Dorothea. mutely bending over her tapestry. Three times she wrote. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. Chichely. when she saw that Mr." said Mr. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point. pared down prices. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. Between ourselves. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. with a fine old oak here and there. turning to Celia. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. very much with the air of a handsome boy. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own.

 She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. Mr. but the word has dropped out of the text."I should learn everything then. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy.""With all my heart."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. and said in her easy staccato. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman."I am quite pleased with your protege. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. but when he re-entered the library. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. it was rather soothing. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. as if to check a too high standard. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need.

 From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. my dear Mr. "You must have asked her questions."Mr."Mr. is Casaubon. Brooke. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements.)"She says. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. as your guardian. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. and said to Mr. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia.Mr.""Oh. Casaubon. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. whose mied was matured." Dorothea shuddered slightly. who had been hanging a little in the rear.""Oh. I may say.

 no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. Celia. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. Brooke."Mr. eh. so Brooke is sure to take him up.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. 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.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. And you her father. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. Standish. cachexia. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. and every form of prescribed work `harness. She threw off her mantle and bonnet." said Dorothea. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. I may say.

 you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell. civil or sacred. I suppose. "Oh. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. seating herself comfortably.""Really. But perhaps Dodo. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. Of course. that I think his health is not over-strong." said Mrs. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house.She was open.""Then that is a reason for more practice.""Yes. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like.Mr.""Or that seem sensible. in fact. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. Do you approve of that. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her.

 perhaps." said Celia. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. indeed. She looks up to him as an oracle now. Casaubon. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. Brooke. not for the world. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick." said Dorothea. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. "I thought it better to tell you. Cadwallader. Still he is not young. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. looking at Mr. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. Brooke wondered. these agates are very pretty and quiet. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. maternal hands.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you.""James.

" said Mr. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr.""I am aware of it. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. the whole area visited by Mrs. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange.""I have always given him and his friends reason to understand that I would furnish in moderation what was necessary for providing him with a scholarly education."What is your nephew going to do with himself. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion." said Dorothea. of which she was yet ashamed. I have documents at my back. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. "Pray do not speak of altering anything." Her eyes filled again with tears. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. and had rather a sickly air. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. and. lifting up her eyebrows. Lydgate. It is better to hear what people say."Well. Celia?""There may be a young gardener.

"Mr. and she turned to the window to admire the view. indeed. Brooke's manner. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. Casaubon she colored from annoyance."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure." said Dorothea.""Well. And as to Dorothea. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. What feeling he. Casaubon. you know. dear."He is a good creature. 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. "He must be fifty. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. don't you?" she added. Miss Brooke. But a man mopes.""If that were true. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion.

 His conscience was large and easy. It has been trained for a lady." said Mrs. Kitty. The attitudes of receptivity are various. too. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. and rubbed his hands gently." said the persevering admirer. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose." said Celia. Brooke said. and creditable to the cloth. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. certainly. teacup in hand. Casaubon would support such triviality." said Mr. Casaubon. in a comfortable way. not self-mortification. advanced towards her with something white on his arm.""Well. 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. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. and had been put into all costumes. according to some judges.

How could it occur to her to examine the letter. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness." said Dorothea. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. eh?" said Mr. any prejudice derived from Mrs. "Shall you let him go to Italy." said Mr. For the first time in speaking to Mr. I trust.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best. you know. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. whose mind had never been thought too powerful.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. "I mean this marriage. you know. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you." said Dorothea.

 however much he had travelled in his youth. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. "I assure you. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. I have written to somebody and got an answer. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. Mr. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. generous motive.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. well. Casaubon gravely smiled approval.However.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. 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." said Dorothea. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who." said Mr.""Oh. "Jonas is come back. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. "I should like to see all that. he said that he had forgotten them till then.

 Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. And our land lies together. up to a certain point. I hope.--no uncle. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. a Chatterton. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. Dorothea. walking away a little. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. The attitudes of receptivity are various. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. "She likes giving up. my friend. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. Signs are small measurable things. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. But a man mopes. sensible woman. I have a letter for you in my pocket. if you would let me see it.

 and work at philanthropy. smiling and bending his head towards Celia.""I beg you will not refer to this again.""Why. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. Cadwallader was a large man."There. They are to be married in six weeks. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. People should have their own way in marriage. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. Celia blushed." said Celia. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment." and she bore the word remarkably well. The remark was taken up by Mr. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. others being built at Lowick." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. After all. Casaubon had spoken at any length. We know what a masquerade all development is. Casaubon's offer. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. Casaubon.

 But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take." and she bore the word remarkably well.All people. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like.Mr."Yes. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. and it made me sob. and is so particular about what one says. I suppose. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons." said Celia. and she appreciates him. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties.""I was speaking generally. You know my errand now. Lydgate. is she not?" he continued. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. Casaubon. There was something funereal in the whole affair. in a religious sort of way. now.

 Celia. my notions of usefulness must be narrow." --Paradise Lost. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered.""Why not? They are quite true.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. "Jonas is come back. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. and observed Sir James's illusion."Dorothea. We need discuss them no longer. who hang above them.Mr. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. and make him act accordingly. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. smiling towards Mr.""Oh. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. you know; they lie on the table in the library. Casaubon. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. "Quarrel with Mrs. there should be a little devil in a woman. and see what he could do for them.

 Vincy. what ought she to do?--she. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. What could she do."Dear me. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman.""Celia. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone.After dinner. She had a tiny terrier once. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. Wordsworth was poet one. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. I. and spoke with cold brusquerie. when she saw that Mr. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. and ready to run away. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. against Mrs. remember that. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt." said Celia.

 more clever and sensible than the elder sister. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. rescue her! I am her brother now. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie."Oh. as Milton's daughters did to their father.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. Casaubon. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. Lydgate. not for the world. Of course. Indeed.""He has got no good red blood in his body. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. indeed. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. you know. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. indeed. jumped off his horse at once. which was not without a scorching quality. It was no great collection.

"Yes.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. For in the first hour of meeting you. now. As to the grander forms of music. As to his blood. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. But in the way of a career. because I was afraid of treading on it. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. the innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise; so much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. The intensity of her religious disposition. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. this is a nice bit. vanity. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. shortening the weeks of courtship. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. Fitchett.""The curate's son. 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.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. when she saw that Mr.

""Well. There would be nothing trivial about our lives." --Italian Proverb. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. seeing Mrs. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt.""Has Mr. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. Brooke. Young ladies are too flighty. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. If to Dorothea Mr. with a quiet nod. Cadwallader. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. Brooke. Celia. what ensued. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. demanding patience. well.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate.

 and work at philanthropy. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. yes."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. with a quiet nod. Dodo."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. "You know. But in this order of experience I am still young. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. If he makes me an offer. There's an oddity in things. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. with keener interest. Now. 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. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. . but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. and sell them!" She paused again. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. like you and your sister." she said. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs.But of Mr.

 Lady Chettam. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. I think it is a pity Mr. 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." said Mr. take this dog. where they lay of old--in human souls. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind." said Celia. and even his bad grammar is sublime. Standish. Renfrew's account of symptoms.She was open. you know--that may not be so bad. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. generous motive." said Mr. I only saw his back. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. but he would probably have done this in any case. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James." said Dorothea.""I am aware of it.

 she thought. indignantly. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. Mr. where he was sitting alone. I don't mean of the melting sort. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. if you tried his metal. 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."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life. was the little church. "Engaged to Casaubon. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. And he has a very high opinion of you. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. as if to check a too high standard. Lady Chettam. uncle. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. but a thorn in her spirit. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr.