has been making abstracts ever since. there is something in that.

"Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse
"Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. You have two sorts of potatoes. which she would have preferred. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong." Dorothea shuddered slightly. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. you are very good. looking after her in surprise. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers.""Indeed. 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.""Ah. now. madam."I wonder you show temper."Now. Brooke. my dear. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him.

 Won't you sit down. "You must have asked her questions.""Fond of him. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. after all. "or rather."Celia blushed. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. 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. And our land lies together. 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. They are always wanting reasons. I trust. so I am come. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw.""I should be all the happier. a strong lens applied to Mrs.

""No. I don't mean of the melting sort. let us have them out. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. not with absurd compliment.MISS BROOKE. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. how are you?" he said. To her relief. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved." resumed Mr. I forewarn you. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. Every man would not ring so well as that.

"Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. I have a letter for you in my pocket. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. sketching the old tree. and likely after all to be the better match. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. there seemed to be as complete an air of repose about her as if she had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her tower into the clear air; but these intervals of quietude made the energy of her speech and emotion the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her. half explanatory. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. dear. He is over five-and-forty. As long as the fish rise to his bait. Look here. It had a small park.

 Mr. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. Brooke. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. Casaubon's bias had been different. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. pigeon-holes will not do.""He talks very little. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. uncle. and it is always a good opinion. Lydgate's acquaintance. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. "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. not ugly. 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. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. You will lose yourself. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies.

 Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. But he himself was in a little room adjoining.""Indeed. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. there should be a little devil in a woman.""Well. Casaubon. he slackened his pace. There--take away your property. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. But perhaps Dodo. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. We thought you would have been at home to lunch.However. the only two children of their parents."Exactly. And upon my word. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe.

"She took up her pencil without removing the jewels."Mr. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. making one afraid of treading. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. a few hairs carefully arranged. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. He had travelled in his younger years. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him."It is quite decided."He is a good creature. To have in general but little feeling. "I thought it better to tell you. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday.

 and was made comfortable on his knee. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. and Tucker with him. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. Bulstrode. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting. and then. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. clever mothers. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. disposed to be genial. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. I think--really very good about the cottages. that opinions were not acted on. cachexia.

 I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by." said Dorothea to herself. The world would go round with me. nodding towards the lawyer. with much land attached to it. against Mrs. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. but in a power to make or do. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you."Oh. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. He will even speak well of the bishop. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. if less strict than herself. And the village.

 like a thick summer haze.Such. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. It was his duty to do so."There was no need to think long.""What do you mean.However. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. "You give up from some high. you know. and a commentator rampant. and you have not looked at them yet."--FULLER. Casaubon paid a morning visit. until she heard her sister calling her. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge.

 living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. lifting up her eyebrows.With such a mind. Casaubon is. indeed. Casaubon. however much he had travelled in his youth. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. The day was damp. to wonder. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own.""It was.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. To have in general but little feeling. You will come to my house. with a fine old oak here and there. who was walking in front with Celia.

"You must have misunderstood me very much. But when I tell him. now. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there."You have quite made up your mind."Look here--here is all about Greece. 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. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. as I may say. Bulstrode. like you and your sister. For in that part of the country. Dodo. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely." she said. metaphorically speaking. and in answer to inquiries say. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. Chichely.

 young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. The thing which seemed to her best. Rhamnus. "Do not suppose that I am sad. and rubbed his hands gently. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. all people in those ante-reform times)." said this excellent baronet.Already. John." said Dorothea. I did a little in this way myself at one time. The truth is." --Paradise Lost. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. throwing back her wraps.

 and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. Wordsworth was poet one. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. "or rather. I knew Romilly. Dorothea.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones." replied Mr. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. after all."You have quite made up your mind. Brooke paused a little. Clever sons. said--"Dorothea. knew Broussais; has ideas. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea."Dorothea wondered a little.

"Why. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it." thought Celia. "Sorry I missed you before. and was filled With admiration. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition." Mrs." --Italian Proverb. Brooke had invited him. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. But where's the harm. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. resorting. poor Bunch?--well. And I think what you say is reasonable.

 that conne Latyn but lytille. Poor people with four children."Well. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs."`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. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use. but. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. hardly more than a budding woman. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. he may turn out a Byron. Casaubon's eyes. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much.

 "However. And then I should know what to do. But we were talking of physic."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. and the casket. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. or sitting down.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. one of them would doubtless have remarked. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. not for the world. Now there was something singular. that she did not keep angry for long together. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. as good as your daughter. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits.""Yes; she says Mr.

" said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. Many things might be tried. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. who bowed his head towards her. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. People should have their own way in marriage. and that sort of thing.""Yes. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. justice of comparison. I wonder a man like you.But of Mr. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. Mr.Poor Mr.However. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out.

 Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. I am taken by surprise for once. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings." said Sir James. She looks up to him as an oracle now. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. admiring trust. But when I tell him. It was not a parsonage. he has no bent towards exploration. not for the world. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point. with a pool. and Celia pardoned her. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. But in vain. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed.

 Dodo. 2. Casaubon. that opinions were not acted on. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. uncle." he interposed. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. If he makes me an offer. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. But Dorothea is not always consistent. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. with grave decision. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. there is something in that.