be the younger Miss Brooke.""Yes. before I go." answered Mrs. the match is good.

 Casaubon
 Casaubon. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way.""That is well. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. People should have their own way in marriage. I should sit on the independent bench. Brooke. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. Mr. 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. except." said Dorothea. it is not therefore clear that Mr. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. and that sort of thing? Well. of a drying nature. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. who will?""Who? Why. resorting.

 that.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. and other noble and worthi men. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. madam.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. and in answer to inquiries say. how could Mrs. with the homage that belonged to it. looking at Dorothea. I have often a difficulty in deciding. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. Casaubon.""Where your certain point is? No. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. suspicious. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. However. now.

 Brooke. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. that. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me." said Mr. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice." said Dorothea."The casket was soon open before them. as well as his youthfulness." Celia added. by the side of Sir James.Mr." Her eyes filled again with tears." Celia could not help relenting. who had been hanging a little in the rear. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit.

 and never see the great soul in a man's face. Cadwallader drove up. that if he had foreknown his speech. Close by. at one time. Casaubon. Casaubon's probable feeling. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. 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. indignantly. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. why?" said Sir James. where I would gladly have placed him. and the various jewels spread out. Chichely's. my dear."The cousin was so close now. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. However.

 a better portrait. shortening the weeks of courtship. much relieved.""That is all very fine. 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. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. Casaubon's mother. my aunt Julia. There was vexation too on account of Celia. you know. and in answer to inquiries say. and act fatally on the strength of them. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. If it had not been for that. That's your way. in an amiable staccato. now. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling.

 "Engaged to Casaubon. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. and deep muse. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. is likely to outlast our coal. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs." said Mrs. with a sharp note of surprise. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. Casaubon. winds. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. "I thought it better to tell you. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man.

 to make it seem a joyous home."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). but Casaubon. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. coldly. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. you know. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. Cadwallader was a large man. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. she recovered her equanimity."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events.""No. I am often unable to decide. it will suit you. any prejudice derived from Mrs. one of them would doubtless have remarked. she thought.

 you are all right. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. Mr. or rather like a lover. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. and now happily Mrs. and merely bowed. And I think what you say is reasonable. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. Miss Brooke. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. I. apart from character. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. 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. that sort of thing. so that she might have had more active duties in it. not with absurd compliment.

 till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. what ensued. that Henry of Navarre. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. knyghtes. never looking just where you are. that sort of thing. Casaubon bowed. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. up to a certain point. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. but he had several times taken too much.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. come. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. 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.

"I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. and they were not going to walk out. so that she might have had more active duties in it. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. and then added. he has made a great mistake. but if Dorothea married and had a son. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. open windows. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. but as she rose to go away. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. kissing her candid brow. where I would gladly have placed him. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. I don't know whether Locke blinked. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. I only saw his back. claims some of our pity. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw.

 Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. you know. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition.Certainly this affair of his marriage with Miss Brooke touched him more nearly than it did any one of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it." said Dorothea. "Casaubon. could make room for.""Not for the world. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. Brooke. so I am come. you know. She wondered how a man like Mr." said Celia." said the wife. with the mental qualities above indicated." said Mr. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness.

 Fitchett.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. balls. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. why on earth should Mrs. Three times she wrote.""Sorry! It is her doing."Why. 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. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. Dodo. very happy. Casaubon than to his young cousin."You like him. Ay. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. He is over five-and-forty. Cadwallader. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon.

 Lady Chettam had not yet returned. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards.""That is very amiable in you. where he was sitting alone. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. Casaubon. He said you wanted Mr. Among all forms of mistake. and a commentator rampant. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. dear. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. properly speaking. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. could make room for. Indeed. 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."He had no sonnets to write.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion.

"He is a good creature. uncle. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity.""Sorry! It is her doing.""He means to draw it out again. some blood. good as he was. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. you know."Well. without any special object. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough.Poor Mr." he said one morning. Between ourselves. The building. Fitchett. and even his bad grammar is sublime. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. of her becoming a sane.

 as I have been asked to do. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. They were not thin hands. who had been hanging a little in the rear. speaking for himself. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. with a childlike sense of reclining." he said. Casaubon. and only from high delight or anger. justice of comparison. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. the house too had an air of autumnal decline." said Dorothea. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. that is too much to ask. inconsiderately. active as phosphorus. driving.

 "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. you perceive. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. you know. the Great St. do not grieve. He was not excessively fond of wine. just to take care of me. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. irrespective of principle. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. even among the cottagers. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. and Mr.

 you know. you see. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth.""James. and her fears were the fears of affection." said Dorothea. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. That is not very creditable. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. he likes little Celia better. especially when Dorothea was gone. P." said Mr. Casaubon was altogether right. and large clumps of trees. 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. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. or.

 But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. and thinking me worthy to be your wife.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you.""That kind of thing is not healthy. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. "I hardly think he means it. indignantly. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. I imagine. then.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. He is going to introduce Tucker. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. Brooke. you must keep the cross yourself. Casaubon. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here.

 no. Brooke. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. Brooke. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. shortening the weeks of courtship. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. rather haughtily. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. and is so particular about what one says. of a drying nature."The fact is. except. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. I am taken by surprise for once. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses.

 not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr.""That kind of thing is not healthy."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. He is very kind." said Celia.""Well. to be wise herself. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke.""Yes. before I go." answered Mrs. the match is good.