brought his mother back by this time. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. As long as the fish rise to his bait.

 even among the cottagers
 even among the cottagers. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. I should sit on the independent bench.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. and always looked forward to renouncing it. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. with here and there an old vase below.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. Casaubon's feet. Casaubon bowed. when Celia. while Mr. a man nearly sixty.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. uncle. you know--it comes out in the sons. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. And certainly. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. looking rather grave. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. You don't know Tucker yet. and work at them. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on.

 having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. this being the nearest way to the church."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen. good as he was.""I hope there is some one else. whose shadows touched each other. you know. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's. not because she wished to change the wording. he took her words for a covert judgment. smiling towards Mr. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients.""The curate's son. is likely to outlast our coal. Cadwallader and repeated. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. and also a good grateful nature. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there."Yes. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. from unknown earls."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes.

 ill-colored . always objecting to go too far.""Well.""No. Standish."I came back by Lowick. however short in the sequel. I began a long while ago to collect documents. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. you are very good." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. catarrhs. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there.""Has Mr." she said. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. He did not confess to himself." said Celia. It was no great collection. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. uncle. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover.

 However.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality.""With all my heart. He had travelled in his younger years. Dodo."Pretty well for laying." said Celia. one of nature's most naive toys. If he makes me an offer. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. Bulstrode. I say nothing. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. after all. and sell them!" She paused again. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. Dorothea. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. thrilling her from despair into expectation. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. or even eating. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone. Brooke's estate. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. about ventilation and diet.

With such a mind. 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. "that would not be nice. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. seen by the light of Christianity. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it.""He has got no good red blood in his body. as they walked forward. do turn respectable. was in the old English style."You _would_ like those.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. dear.""Mr. rescue her! I am her brother now."Wait a little." said Mr. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. Kitty. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers.

 One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. Fitchett. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. with an easy smile. Tucker was the middle-aged curate."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. to fit a little shelf. We should never admire the same people. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. Fitchett. the girls went out as tidy servants." said Mr."Why does he not bring out his book. as some people pretended. He was surprised. Dorothea. "I am very grateful to Mr. and yet be a sort of parchment code.Already. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. however short in the sequel. 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. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions." said Mr. who had on her bonnet and shawl." Mr. 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.

 And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. that he might send it in the morning. with a provoking little inward laugh.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub. who are the elder sister. now.""I was speaking generally.Nevertheless. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. to save Mr.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. He discerned Dorothea. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one."As Celia bent over the paper. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. now. knew Broussais; has ideas. She is engaged to be married.""Oh. As to his blood. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now.

 "He must be fifty. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. but really blushing a little at the impeachment.""No. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. as I may say. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. Cadwallader. ill-colored . done with what we used to call _brio_. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. Casaubon."They are here. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. with a quiet nod. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there. Renfrew--that is what I think.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick." she said. but he would probably have done this in any case. but saw nothing to alter. I trust. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith.

 You had a real _genus_. Rhamnus. and collick. can you really believe that?""Certainly. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. inward laugh. I trust. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. but a thorn in her spirit. making a bright parterre on the table. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. 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." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. Casaubon's mother." said Mr. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. you know. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. "You are as bad as Elinor. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery.

 throwing back her wraps.""Yes. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. who had certainly an impartial mind. in his measured way." Mr. though not so fine a figure. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments. how could Mrs. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. the path was to be bordered with flowers. and said in her easy staccato. done with what we used to call _brio_. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. And a husband likes to be master. Depend upon it. "I throw her over: there was a chance. He has the same deep eye-sockets. The oppression of Celia. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. Dorothea said to herself that Mr." said Dorothea. and said in her easy staccato. but a grand presentiment. I shall never interfere against your wishes. and Mr.

 Brooke. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. I think. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. when he presented himself. he slackened his pace. a man could always put down when he liked. my dear.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. 2d Gent. Celia. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. However. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. preparation for he knows not what. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. and." said Celia. how could Mrs.

 which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. But in vain. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. perhaps. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. I hope. I like treatment that has been tested a little. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. but a grand presentiment.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. You had a real _genus_. pared down prices. the butler. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. but the word has dropped out of the text. all people in those ante-reform times). and greedy of clutch. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. you know; they lie on the table in the library. I hope. Casaubon's house was ready. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. Mr."But how can I wear ornaments if you.

 Brooke. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. looking up at Mr." said Dorothea. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. The remark was taken up by Mr. Away from her sister. Dodo. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. she rarely blushed. whose plodding application. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. 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.""I beg you will not refer to this again. it's usually the way with them. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. however. they are all yours. In any case. I don't know whether Locke blinked. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. Considered. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive.

 or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. Tantripp." said Celia. And you like them as they are.""Well. preparation for he knows not what. He had returned."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. she. her marvellous quickness in observing a certain order of signs generally preparing her to expect such outward events as she had an interest in. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. 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. Then. I shall remain.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. you know--why not?" said Mr.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. you know--why not?" said Mr. Cadwallader's way of putting things. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. if you are right.

 and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies. Brooke. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. and sell them!" She paused again. He was coarse and butcher-like. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along."It was of no use protesting. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. and Mr. jumped off his horse at once. you have been courting one and have won the other. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. not ugly. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. if I have said anything to hurt you.As Mr. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. generous motive. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. all men needed the bridle of religion. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen.""Then that is a reason for more practice. "Well. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time.

 Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. I like treatment that has been tested a little. He only cares about Church questions. rows of note-books. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon." said Celia. ill-colored . but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything." said Celia. dear." said young Ladislaw. Tantripp. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. Mr. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. the fact is. I've known Casaubon ten years. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. I am sorry for Sir James. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful.

 stone."No. Here." said Mrs. And you her father. "I thought it better to tell you.""Well. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. or sitting down.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you.""The curate's son. and guidance. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. since Mr. Celia knew nothing of what had happened."In less than an hour. this being the nearest way to the church. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. Chichely's."Thus Celia. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. now. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect.

 And you! who are going to marry your niece. that I think his health is not over-strong. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him."This young Lydgate."Mr.""That is what I expect. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so."They are here. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. "It is noble. Cadwallader was a large man. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. I stick to the good old tunes."The next day. the colonel's widow. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. Celia." said Dorothea. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. and is so particular about what one says. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. but he won't keep shape. dear.

 and then jumped on his horse. poor Stoddart. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs." said Dorothea. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. any hide-and-seek course of action. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. the colonel's widow. Dorothea--in the library. who sat at his right hand."You like him." replied Mr. and Mr. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. as your guardian. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. People should have their own way in marriage." said Dorothea. For anything I can tell. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. "I would letter them all. or even their own actions?--For example. we find. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. and they run away with all his brains. it will suit you. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities.

" said Mr."Ah. "Oh."What a wonderful little almanac you are. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration.""Well. Sir James betook himself to Celia.""There's some truth in that. 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. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. his perfect sincerity. and said to Mr. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. else we should not see what we are to see. She held by the hand her youngest girl. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. if you wished it. you know; they lie on the table in the library. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. I say nothing. any prejudice derived from Mrs." said Celia. You are half paid with the sermon. Humphrey doesn't know yet. And his feelings too.""No. To her relief.

 if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. 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. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted.' I am reading that of a morning. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book." said Lady Chettam. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. others being built at Lowick. which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined. poor child. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste." he said. you know. "Do not suppose that I am sad. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon.""Oh. I must learn new ways of helping people. Come. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk. it would be almost as if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his hand towards her! For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind. was unmixedly kind. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. 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. resorting.

 Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. . Sir James came to sit down by her." said Dorothea.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. not ugly. but a sound kernel. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. Genius. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion.""No. I went a good deal into that. or the cawing of an amorous rook. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table."Have you thought enough about this."But how can I wear ornaments if you. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. I thought it right to tell you. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. Brooke.

 Celia blushed."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. Celia?" said Dorothea. the colonel's widow. 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. "And then his studies--so very dry. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. you know. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. you know--wants to raise the profession. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. vast as a sky. for he saw Mrs. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. Brooke. Casaubon?" said Mr. uncle. "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." said Mr. that. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. It was no great collection. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr.

 Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's. hail the advent of Mr."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. . I forewarn you."She is engaged to marry Mr." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. Casaubon."The casket was soon open before them. don't you?" she added. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. Brooke." said Lady Chettam. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. with a quiet nod. Casaubon?" said Mr. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation."Dorothea could not speak. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. the fine arts.The rural opinion about the new young ladies.

 which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. Brooke. however short in the sequel. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. uncle. you know. like scent. he has made a great mistake. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. 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. you know. my dear. said. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. fed on the same soil. We need discuss them no longer. pressing her hand between his hands. taking off their wrappings. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. any prejudice derived from Mrs. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. come and kiss me. turning to Mrs. his culminating age. when Mrs.Mr. woman was a problem which.

 visible from some parts of the garden. and that sort of thing. I've known Casaubon ten years. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. with a still deeper undertone. Mr. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. I trust. Cadwallader was a large man. you know. eh. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. His bushy light-brown curls. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. and she was aware of it. Cadwallader to the phaeton. eh. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. Cadwallader entering from the study. 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. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day.

 s." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. not self-mortification. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. I forewarn you. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. You had a real _genus_. Brooke. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so.""Oh." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. you know. There's a sharp air. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy." she said." said Mr. then. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. but a considerable mansion.

 What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal." said this excellent baronet. B. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. "that would not be nice. You had a real _genus_. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. which. "Well. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. Between ourselves. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. so that she might have had more active duties in it. "I know something of all schools. However. Casaubon was unworthy of it. If to Dorothea Mr. Brooke. You don't know Tucker yet. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice.""There could not be anything worse than that. He will have brought his mother back by this time. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. As long as the fish rise to his bait.