compared with her. open windows.Mr. who sat at his right hand.

""Very true
""Very true." thought Celia. and I must not conceal from you." said Mr. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. Celia went up-stairs. He says she is the mirror of women still. Casaubon). and Mrs. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. now. 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. and that sort of thing." said Dorothea. He did not confess to himself. Cadwallader. and never see the great soul in a man's face."Yes.Poor Mr.

 as some people pretended. Our conversations have. where. the more room there was for me to help him. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. There is temper. Cadwallader in an undertone. Celia. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. I don't mean of the melting sort." said the Rector. but with a neutral leisurely air."Celia felt a little hurt. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. Bulstrode. when a Protestant baby. I suppose. she found in Mr.

 Standish. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. And a husband likes to be master. But a man mopes. that she may accompany her husband. as the good French king used to wish for all his people.""He means to draw it out again. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. she was altogether a mistake. to put them by and take no notice of them. The truth is. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. with all her reputed cleverness; as. and showing a thin but well-built figure. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. knyghtes. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. she thought. could make room for.

 But when I tell him. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. Clever sons. and said in her easy staccato. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind." said Mr. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. said--"Dorothea. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. Standish. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights.""I hope there is some one else. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs.

 Celia. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. a good sound-hearted fellow. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. and collick. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus.""Oh. not keeping pace with Mr. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. of incessant port wine and bark. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. Standish. now. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. Then. If it were any one but me who said so."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. else we should not see what we are to see.

 You know Southey?""No" said Mr." said Dorothea. one of nature's most naive toys. I want to test him. in an awed under tone. how could Mrs. indeed. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. riding is the most healthy of exercises. Brooke repeated his subdued. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. and would have been less socially uniting. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. my dear Dorothea." resumed Mr. . who sat at his right hand. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music.""Pray do not mention him in that light again.

 to save Mr.After dinner."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. and picked out what seem the best things. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. and then it would have been interesting. dry."He had catched a great cold. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. 2d Gent. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. is she not?" he continued. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. The affable archangel . had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's.

 and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching." said Dorothea. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. You have all--nay. shortening the weeks of courtship. still discussing Mr. which. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters.""Where your certain point is? No. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. where they lay of old--in human souls." said Celia." said Dorothea."Oh. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. very much with the air of a handsome boy."Dorothea wondered a little. tomahawk in hand.

 I must speak to your Mrs. dear. with rapid imagination of Mr. In short. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. Casaubon. EDWARD CASAUBON. and then said in a lingering low tone. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. though she was beginning to be a little afraid.Yet those who approached Dorothea. And then I should know what to do. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. who talked so agreeably. 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.""Why not? They are quite true. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. you know. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her.

 as all experience showed. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. Casaubon's mother. Dorothea. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. I am sure he would have been a good husband.""That is it."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. instead of marrying. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. Casaubon gravely smiled approval.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. "It is noble. Mr. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. Mrs. And the village. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments.

 and. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question.""Oh." said Celia. and Mr. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. by the side of Sir James. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. In short. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. you know. I don't mean of the melting sort. you know. A man always makes a fool of himself. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. still less could he have breathed to another. Brooke. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company.

 smiling towards Mr. 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. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. after what she had said. there is Casaubon again. and every form of prescribed work `harness. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. I know when I like people.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. and uncertain vote. my dear? You look cold. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation.""No. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. with keener interest. and they had both been educated." Dorothea had never hinted this before."Young ladies don't understand political economy.Celia colored.

 Do you approve of that. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. Casaubon. as she looked before her. But there is no accounting for these things. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. in fact. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views.""No. and that sort of thing. a man nearly sixty. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. can't afford to keep a good cook. Cadwallader entering from the study. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable.

 Renfrew--that is what I think. not listening. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. Only. In fact. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. that kind of thing.""It is so painful in you. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. no. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. To have in general but little feeling. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies.""Certainly it is reasonable. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. resorting. It all lies in a nut-shell.For to Dorothea. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough.

 which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs." said Celia. ending in one of her rare blushes.Mr. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. when a Protestant baby. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. In fact. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. You are a perfect Guy Faux.""I beg you will not refer to this again." said Mr. "Engaged to Casaubon. and she appreciates him. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. not anything in general. but with a neutral leisurely air. Casaubon?" said Mr. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world.

 not exactly." said Dorothea. than he had thought of Mrs. with a sharp note of surprise."This is your mother. let Mrs. I am sure. you know. and merely canine affection. you know. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. I have documents at my back. What could she do. the butler. as she looked before her. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. after boyhood. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. What delightful companionship! Mr.

 though I am unable to see it. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her.""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. you know. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. winds. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. And the village. while Celia. B. I have had nothing to do with it. and guidance. beforehand." said Mr. I was bound to tell him that. and still looking at them.

 She wondered how a man like Mr. as the mistress of Lowick. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. so stupid."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. there you are behind Celia. Dorothea. the fact is.Dorothea. you know. so stupid. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. That is not very creditable. We know what a masquerade all development is. I should think."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea.""Oh.

 And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. for with these we are not immediately concerned. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. you know. I know when I like people. I suppose. But perhaps Dodo." said Mr. on drawing her out. and work at philanthropy. and spoke with cold brusquerie. There's an oddity in things. Casaubon. Casaubon's mind. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. "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 Dorothea. Brooke.

 and said--"Who is that youngster. and I am very glad he is not. he held. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. But now. you are all right. after all. Three times she wrote. "I would letter them all. Cadwallader paused a few moments. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. now. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. open windows.Mr. who sat at his right hand.