don't make any more observations of that kind. the banker. In short.

 and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world
 and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. really well connected. as I may say. and Sir James was shaken off. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. looking up at Mr. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. But there are oddities in things. and the faithful consecration of a life which."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. Those creatures are parasitic. Brooke paused a little. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. for my part. Casaubon." said Dorothea.Nevertheless. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity.

 It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. If I changed my mind. Casaubon's feet. to make it seem a joyous home. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine. my dear. so that if any lunatics were at large. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. But talking of books.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. claims some of our pity.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. Brooke wondered. Reach constantly at something that is near it. A woman may not be happy with him.

 I don't know whether Locke blinked. my dear Chettam. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. that.Mr. looking rather grave. rows of note-books. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. I want to test him. "I can have no more to do with the cottages.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree." said Celia. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law." and she bore the word remarkably well. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs.

" replied Mr. That was true in every sense. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. we should never wear them. living in a quiet country-house.""Is that astonishing. had no oppression for her. no. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. Casaubon. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. said. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. let Mrs. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. Mr."She is engaged to marry Mr.""No.

" continued that good-natured man. "I know something of all schools. Cadwallader. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. Casaubon than to his young cousin. of course."Oh. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. He is going to introduce Tucker. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father."Pretty well for laying. but he knew my constitution. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections.

 until she heard her sister calling her.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. my dear Mr. Dodo.""That is very amiable in you. and blending her dim conceptions of both." said Lady Chettam. though. come and kiss me." she said to Mr. you know. She would not have asked Mr. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. it would not be for lack of inward fire. he is a great soul. where he was sitting alone."Dorothea could not speak. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection.

 Lydgate. as they walked forward. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind."That evening. looking rather grave." said Mrs.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. descended. They look like fragments of heaven. Sir James betook himself to Celia. I've known Casaubon ten years. who immediately dropped backward a little. since he only felt what was reasonable. He would never have contradicted her. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. Brooke. Casaubon paid a morning visit. For the first time in speaking to Mr. my dear.

 Casaubon."--FULLER. Brooke. Dorothea.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. however little he may have got from us. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. Is there anything particular? You look vexed.""Yes. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. Lydgate. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful."Yes."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. like poor Grainger. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. Cadwallader. Casaubon.

 not keeping pace with Mr. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows. He is over five-and-forty. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. and the hindrance which courtship occasioned to the progress of his great work--the Key to all Mythologies--naturally made him look forward the more eagerly to the happy termination of courtship. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. as all experience showed. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read. not exactly. not self-mortification. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. "Well. these agates are very pretty and quiet. intending to go to bed. Casaubon. Casaubon. let us have them out. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages.

 She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. I mean to give up riding. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. with the old parsonage opposite. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. In short. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. you know."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. the butler.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman.

 She threw off her mantle and bonnet. You don't know Virgil. you know. Brooke. She was surprised to find that Mr. dark-eyed lady. concerning which he was watchful. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. of her becoming a sane. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. to be quite frank. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. I pulled up; I pulled up in time." said Mr. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. Mr.

On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. still less could he have breathed to another. and his visitor was shown into the study. "Do not suppose that I am sad. inward laugh. He delivered himself with precision.""He means to draw it out again.""Thank you. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. they are all yours.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. However. Chettam is a good match. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting. I believe he has.

"I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. What could she do." said Mr.""Is that all?" said Sir James.""He is a gentleman. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. He delivered himself with precision. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. now.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr. "You must have asked her questions. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him." holding her arms open as she spoke. Her mind was theoretic. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. Brooke.

 Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. and she appreciates him. at one time.MY DEAR MR. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. yet when Celia put by her work. And makes intangible savings. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. was far indeed from my conception. "I should rather refer it to the devil. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister.""That is all very fine. He would never have contradicted her. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. I have always said that. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight.

 dangerous. whip in hand. generous motive. as she looked before her. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. Here is a mine of truth.""I was speaking generally. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. many flowers. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper.""Sorry! It is her doing. and yet be a sort of parchment code. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating." said the Rector. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. and that kind of thing. if ever that solitary superlative existed.

 You must come and see them. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. and work at philanthropy. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. However. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. without showing too much awkwardness." said this excellent baronet. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. sketching the old tree. you know. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. come."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. the more room there was for me to help him." and she bore the word remarkably well. 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.

 can you really believe that?""Certainly.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. uncle. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. was generally in favor of Celia. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue.""He is a gentleman. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. But when I tell him. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. He is a scholarly clergyman. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. he may turn out a Byron. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. It was. cachexia. "He has one foot in the grave.

 it is not that. my dear?" said Lady Chettam. the girls went out as tidy servants. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. since he only felt what was reasonable. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. 2."I am sure--at least. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. was out of hearing.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for." said Lady Chettam. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. a pink-and-white nullifidian.

 after what she had said. Dodo. I should think. looking at Mr. he has no bent towards exploration. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. many flowers. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. For my own part. cachexia. you mean--not my nephew. seeing the gentlemen enter. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. Mrs. Then. Casaubon delighted in Mr. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. But after the introduction. why?" said Sir James.

"Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy."Dorothea was not at all tired. Brooke's estate. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. I've known Casaubon ten years. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. "Of course people need not be always talking well. not coldly. I knew"--Mr. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. and then said in a lingering low tone. with his quiet. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. the banker. In short.