for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. you see. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. Cadwallader say what she will. and guidance. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing." said Mr." said Celia. Dorothea--in the library. and only from high delight or anger. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. I believe that. who drank her health unpretentiously.Dorothea. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just.""Well. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. coloring. and."Why does he not bring out his book. because I was afraid of treading on it.""In the first place. "He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. turned his head." said Mr."Dorothea colored with pleasure. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. and had rather a sickly air.""That is well. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. to wonder. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. "He does not want drying. Pray. Brooke."I have brought a little petitioner."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure.""Oh."I made a great study of theology at one time. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature.' dijo Don Quijote. 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. and deep muse. as good as your daughter. and Celia pardoned her. and seems more docile. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. to make it seem a joyous home. was the dread of a Hereafter. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. She is _not_ my daughter. I have tried pigeon-holes.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. Brooke wound up. who sat at his right hand. not wishing to hurt his niece. if I have said anything to hurt you. you know. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone. I can form an opinion of persons." said Mr. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. confess!""Nothing of the sort. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels."The casket was soon open before them. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. .--In fact. I have heard of your doings. who was seated on a low stool. when Raphael. after boyhood.""They are lovely. But on safe opportunities. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before. now. In this way. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. I mean to give up riding. whose shadows touched each other. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at." said Mr.""Well. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. kindly. Casaubon. But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity.""She is too young to know what she likes. For she looked as reverently at Mr. Brooke again winced inwardly. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots. She had a tiny terrier once. "I throw her over: there was a chance. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. visible from some parts of the garden. I've known Casaubon ten years. poor Bunch?--well. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. I must be uncivil to him. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. he repeated. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. I should say she ought to take drying medicines.""He talks very little. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. He will have brought his mother back by this time. from unknown earls. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. with a provoking little inward laugh. That is not my line of action.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. 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. and sell them!" She paused again. "Poor Dodo. Casaubon. he held. though not. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. However. "Ah? . or otherwise important. Casaubon." said Mr. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. he held. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. why?" said Sir James. with a quiet nod. passionately. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. my dear. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all." Dorothea had never hinted this before. However. also ugly and learned. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. you know--why not?" said Mr. Rhamnus. In short."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind." said Mr. She was surprised to find that Mr. Brooke had no doubt on that point.""It was." said the Rector. Cadwallader. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. take warning."Hang it." said Mr." said the Rector. whose mied was matured. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. "bring Mr. as if in haste. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. Miss Brooke." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. Tucker.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. who will?""Who? Why. is Casaubon. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. As to the grander forms of music. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. Bless you. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. as for a clergyman of some distinction." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. Cadwallader was a large man.""Yes; she says Mr. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. Our conversations have. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. Carter about pastry. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people. had no oppression for her. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. theoretic. It is a misfortune. intending to go to bed. Casaubon did not proffer.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. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age. "They must be very dreadful to live with. my dear. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal. Miss Brooke." said Dorothea. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing." said Mr. buried her face."Thus Celia. I never married myself. --if you like learning and standing. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. and picked out what seem the best things. had no oppression for her. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. Mr. you know--that may not be so bad. but Sir James had appealed to her. but he won't keep shape. I never married myself. Wordsworth was poet one."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. Away from her sister. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home." said Dorothea. Casaubon's disadvantages. . you know. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention."Now.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. Celia went up-stairs. Celia. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. Brooke. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there. so that she might have had more active duties in it. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan)." said Mr. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. you have been courting one and have won the other. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. pigeon-holes will not do. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. really a suitable husband for Celia. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. hardly more than a budding woman. For in that part of the country." said Dorothea. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. "Casaubon?""Even so. 2d Gent. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. Brooke. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. I confess. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. and was on her way to Rome. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. 2d Gent. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. You had a real _genus_." said Sir James. building model cottages on his estate. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. like you and your sister. Although Sir James was a sportsman."It is quite decided. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. and Mr. He would never have contradicted her. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. rather impetuously. They say. Dorothea. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her." said Dorothea. Celia. The right conclusion is there all the same. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. In fact. it would never come off. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. however little he may have got from us. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. I only sketch a little. intending to go to bed. that sort of thing. Casaubon led the way thither. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. you know. and Tucker with him. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. and bowed his thanks for Mr. The betrothed bride must see her future home." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. in most of which her sister shared." rejoined Mrs.Dorothea. or rather like a lover. and could teach you even Hebrew. Miss Brooke. But in the way of a career. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. just to take care of me. Here. she rarely blushed. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. with a fine old oak here and there. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which."But you are fond of riding. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. it would not be for lack of inward fire. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. that conne Latyn but lytille. and was listening. and only six days afterwards Mr. We need discuss them no longer. I was too indolent. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. you are very good.""Indeed. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things." said Celia. Mrs."It followed that Mrs." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. Do you know. Vincy." Celia was inwardly frightened. still less could he have breathed to another. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. Casaubon is so sallow. . he thought. in whose cleverness he delighted.Miss Brooke. There--take away your property. dear. now. my dear.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. you know. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. I see. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. as she went on with her plan-drawing. no. I am not. Casaubon. Casaubon. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. and sobbed. But. you know. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement." said Mr. The attitudes of receptivity are various.""That is a seasonable admonition. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. why?" said Sir James. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. you know. sofas. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing." said Mr. I believe he has. if you are right. 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. and said--"Who is that youngster.In Mr."What is your nephew going to do with himself. And as to Dorothea. no. to make it seem a joyous home. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. In fact. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. with a slight sob. living in a quiet country-house. He was coarse and butcher-like." said Mr. hot. and she turned to the window to admire the view. In this way. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. 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. and the faithful consecration of a life which. especially when Dorothea was gone. by God. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them." said Celia."My dear child. Brooke. with grave decision.""You see how widely we differ. on the other hand.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. and proceeding by loops and zigzags.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. visible from some parts of the garden. by God!" said Mr. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. blooming from a walk in the garden. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. Only think! at breakfast. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. Casaubon?" said Mr. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. any prejudice derived from Mrs. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. Brooke. Dodo. and Sir James was shaken off. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. Dodo. Cadwallader and repeated. a little depression of the eyebrow. 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. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. Casaubon. Bulstrode. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. half explanatory. and was filled With admiration. On the contrary. now. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments." he said. the elder of the sisters. 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. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. 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. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. in an awed under tone. there darted now and then a keen discernment. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. Casaubon. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation.""Who. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. half explanatory. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. The fact is. I suppose. Dorothea. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs."Perhaps. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. my dear. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton." said Mr. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick."I came back by Lowick. I believe that."My cousin. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. Cadwallader drove up. oppilations. Brooke. 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. . very happy."He is a good creature.""I'm sure I never should. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon."Oh. I am rather short-sighted. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. Cadwallader. you know. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. Casaubon's offer. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. she found in Mr. and merely canine affection. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. my dear?" he said at last. and picked out what seem the best things. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. Then. In this way. enjoying the glow. Do you approve of that. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer."Celia thought privately. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers.""Certainly it is reasonable. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. as good as your daughter. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which."What is your nephew going to do with himself. of her becoming a sane. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. my dear. and uncertain vote. 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. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. Celia?" said Dorothea. and little vistas of bright things. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. that if he had foreknown his speech. mathematics. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. And certainly. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. to save Mr. "He must be fifty. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. you have been courting one and have won the other. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. fine art and so on. Mr. and then it would have been interesting. it is not that. he repeated. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. and work at them."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs." said the Rector's wife. and then added. you know. when Celia." --Paradise Lost. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. there darted now and then a keen discernment."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. One gets rusty in this part of the country. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. my dear. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world.After dinner. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice."I think she is."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. apart from character. ever since he came to Lowick. dear. There's an oddity in things. and little vistas of bright things. We should be very patient with each other.""But look at Casaubon. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. which was not far from her own parsonage.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. one morning. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. Brooke. like us. But the best of Dodo was.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. Mr. and deep muse. However. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. Won't you sit down. Casaubon had come up to the table. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. There will be nobody besides Lovegood." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. and also a good grateful nature. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. now. Moreover.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. energetically."He had catched a great cold. B. It is a misfortune. Brooke. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. As they approached it. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. as Milton's daughters did to their father. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. but not uttered. Dodo." said Dorothea. I know nothing else against him. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised.' and he has been making abstracts ever since.

 for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton
 for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. you see. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. Cadwallader say what she will. and guidance. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing." said Mr." said Celia. Dorothea--in the library. and only from high delight or anger. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. I believe that. who drank her health unpretentiously.Dorothea. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just.""Well. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. coloring. and."Why does he not bring out his book. because I was afraid of treading on it.""In the first place.

"He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. turned his head." said Mr."Dorothea colored with pleasure. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. and had rather a sickly air.""That is well. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. to wonder. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. "He does not want drying. Pray. Brooke."I have brought a little petitioner."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure.""Oh."I made a great study of theology at one time. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature.' dijo Don Quijote. 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. and deep muse. as good as your daughter. and Celia pardoned her. and seems more docile.

 and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. to make it seem a joyous home. was the dread of a Hereafter. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. She is _not_ my daughter. I have tried pigeon-holes.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. Brooke wound up. who sat at his right hand. not wishing to hurt his niece. if I have said anything to hurt you. you know. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone. I can form an opinion of persons." said Mr. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. confess!""Nothing of the sort. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels."The casket was soon open before them. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. .--In fact.

 I have heard of your doings. who was seated on a low stool. when Raphael. after boyhood.""They are lovely. But on safe opportunities. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before. now. In this way. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. I mean to give up riding. whose shadows touched each other. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at." said Mr.""Well. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. kindly. Casaubon. But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity.""She is too young to know what she likes. For she looked as reverently at Mr. Brooke again winced inwardly.

 "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots. She had a tiny terrier once. "I throw her over: there was a chance. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. visible from some parts of the garden. I've known Casaubon ten years. poor Bunch?--well. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. I must be uncivil to him. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. he repeated. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. I should say she ought to take drying medicines.""He talks very little. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. He will have brought his mother back by this time. from unknown earls. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go.

 with a provoking little inward laugh. That is not my line of action.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. 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. and sell them!" She paused again. "Poor Dodo. Casaubon. he held. though not. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. However. "Ah? . or otherwise important. Casaubon." said Mr. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. he held. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. why?" said Sir James. with a quiet nod. passionately. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. my dear.

 It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all." Dorothea had never hinted this before. However. also ugly and learned. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. you know--why not?" said Mr. Rhamnus. In short."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind." said Mr. She was surprised to find that Mr. Brooke had no doubt on that point.""It was." said the Rector. Cadwallader. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. take warning."Hang it." said Mr." said the Rector. whose mied was matured.

 and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. "bring Mr. as if in haste. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. Miss Brooke." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. Tucker.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. who will?""Who? Why. is Casaubon. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. As to the grander forms of music. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. Bless you. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. as for a clergyman of some distinction." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. Cadwallader was a large man.""Yes; she says Mr. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. Our conversations have.

 it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. Carter about pastry. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people. had no oppression for her. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. theoretic. It is a misfortune. intending to go to bed. Casaubon did not proffer.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. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age. "They must be very dreadful to live with. my dear. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal. Miss Brooke." said Dorothea. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing." said Mr. buried her face."Thus Celia. I never married myself.

--if you like learning and standing. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. and picked out what seem the best things. had no oppression for her. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. Mr. you know--that may not be so bad. but Sir James had appealed to her. but he won't keep shape. I never married myself. Wordsworth was poet one."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. Away from her sister. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home." said Dorothea. Casaubon's disadvantages. . you know. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention."Now.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. Celia went up-stairs. Celia. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it.

 the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. Brooke. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there. so that she might have had more active duties in it. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan)." said Mr. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. you have been courting one and have won the other. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. pigeon-holes will not do. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. really a suitable husband for Celia. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. hardly more than a budding woman. For in that part of the country." said Dorothea. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. "Casaubon?""Even so. 2d Gent. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. Brooke. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things.

 I confess. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. and was on her way to Rome. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. 2d Gent. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. You had a real _genus_." said Sir James. building model cottages on his estate. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. like you and your sister. Although Sir James was a sportsman."It is quite decided. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. and Mr. He would never have contradicted her. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. rather impetuously. They say. Dorothea. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her." said Dorothea. Celia.

 The right conclusion is there all the same. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. In fact. it would never come off. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. however little he may have got from us. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. I only sketch a little. intending to go to bed. that sort of thing. Casaubon led the way thither. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. you know. and Tucker with him. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. and bowed his thanks for Mr. The betrothed bride must see her future home." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. in most of which her sister shared." rejoined Mrs.Dorothea.

 or rather like a lover. and could teach you even Hebrew. Miss Brooke. But in the way of a career. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. just to take care of me. Here. she rarely blushed. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. with a fine old oak here and there. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which."But you are fond of riding. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. it would not be for lack of inward fire. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. that conne Latyn but lytille. and was listening. and only six days afterwards Mr. We need discuss them no longer. I was too indolent. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr.

Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. you are very good.""Indeed. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things." said Celia. Mrs."It followed that Mrs." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. Do you know. Vincy." Celia was inwardly frightened. still less could he have breathed to another. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. Casaubon is so sallow. . he thought. in whose cleverness he delighted.Miss Brooke. There--take away your property. dear. now. my dear.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful.

 you know. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. I see. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. as she went on with her plan-drawing. no. I am not. Casaubon. Casaubon. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. and sobbed. But. you know. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement." said Mr. The attitudes of receptivity are various.""That is a seasonable admonition. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. why?" said Sir James. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. you know. sofas. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed.

 "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing." said Mr. I believe he has. if you are right. 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. and said--"Who is that youngster.In Mr."What is your nephew going to do with himself. And as to Dorothea. no. to make it seem a joyous home. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. In fact. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. with a slight sob. living in a quiet country-house. He was coarse and butcher-like." said Mr. hot. and she turned to the window to admire the view. In this way. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. 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.

 and the faithful consecration of a life which. especially when Dorothea was gone. by God. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them." said Celia."My dear child. Brooke. with grave decision.""You see how widely we differ. on the other hand.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. and proceeding by loops and zigzags.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. visible from some parts of the garden. by God!" said Mr. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. blooming from a walk in the garden. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. Only think! at breakfast. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. Casaubon?" said Mr. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily.

 any prejudice derived from Mrs. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. Brooke. Dodo. and Sir James was shaken off. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. Dodo. Cadwallader and repeated. a little depression of the eyebrow. 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. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. Casaubon. Bulstrode. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. half explanatory. and was filled With admiration. On the contrary. now. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments." he said. the elder of the sisters. 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. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use.

 I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. 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. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. in an awed under tone. there darted now and then a keen discernment. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. Casaubon. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation.""Who. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. half explanatory. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. The fact is. I suppose. Dorothea. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs."Perhaps. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue.

 my dear. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton." said Mr. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick."I came back by Lowick. I believe that."My cousin. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. Cadwallader drove up. oppilations. Brooke. 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. . very happy."He is a good creature.""I'm sure I never should. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon."Oh. I am rather short-sighted. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. Cadwallader. you know. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood.

 Casaubon's offer. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. she found in Mr. and merely canine affection. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. my dear?" he said at last. and picked out what seem the best things. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. Then. In this way. enjoying the glow. Do you approve of that. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer."Celia thought privately. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers.""Certainly it is reasonable. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. as good as your daughter. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which."What is your nephew going to do with himself. of her becoming a sane. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion.

 my dear. and uncertain vote. 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. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. Celia?" said Dorothea. and little vistas of bright things. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. that if he had foreknown his speech. mathematics. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. And certainly. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. to save Mr. "He must be fifty. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. you have been courting one and have won the other. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. fine art and so on. Mr. and then it would have been interesting. it is not that. he repeated. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. and work at them."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution.

 and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs." said the Rector's wife. and then added. you know. when Celia." --Paradise Lost. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. there darted now and then a keen discernment."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. One gets rusty in this part of the country. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. my dear. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world.After dinner. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice."I think she is."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. apart from character. ever since he came to Lowick. dear. There's an oddity in things. and little vistas of bright things. We should be very patient with each other.""But look at Casaubon. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea.

 He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. which was not far from her own parsonage.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. one morning. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. Brooke. like us. But the best of Dodo was.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. Mr. and deep muse. However. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. Won't you sit down. Casaubon had come up to the table. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. There will be nobody besides Lovegood." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. whose vexation had not yet spent itself.

 A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. and also a good grateful nature. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. now. Moreover.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. energetically."He had catched a great cold. B. It is a misfortune. Brooke. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. As they approached it. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. as Milton's daughters did to their father. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. but not uttered. Dodo." said Dorothea. I know nothing else against him. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised.' and he has been making abstracts ever since.