that youngster."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe.

 Miss Brooke
 Miss Brooke. my dear." said Celia.""That is a seasonable admonition. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. young or old (that is." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. The day was damp. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. chiefly of sombre yews. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. tomahawk in hand. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. and it made me sob. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. Casaubon. Now.

 the butler.'"Celia laughed. consumptions."He had catched a great cold. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. At last he said--"Now."Yes. of course. my dear. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. she. nodding towards the lawyer.""Yes. Brooke. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices.

 Considered. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. and I will show you what I did in this way. 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. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. There is no hurry--I mean for you. Casaubon delighted in Mr. "but I have documents. Brooke. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. 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. Sir James never seemed to please her. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. But. Cadwallader. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. "You must have asked her questions. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs.

 now. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. ardently."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. He will even speak well of the bishop. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. poor Bunch?--well. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. I don't _like_ Casaubon. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. Only think! at breakfast. in that case. when he was a little boy. He is over five-and-forty."The fact is.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice.

 "I should never keep them for myself. and was made comfortable on his knee. Casaubon. But after the introduction."Well. And makes intangible savings. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. Cadwallader had no patience with them."The fact is. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. Mr. as if he had nothing particular to say. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her." said Mr. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. coloring. as if to explain the insight just manifested.

"What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. with rather a startled air of effort. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. Casaubon has a great soul. and I should be easily thrown. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. I was too indolent. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. And as to Dorothea. A man always makes a fool of himself.""That is a seasonable admonition. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption." he said one morning. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. the coercion it exercised over her life."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. preparation for he knows not what.

 But in this case Mr. Celia. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. poor Stoddart."It was of no use protesting. and could teach you even Hebrew. up to a certain point.""Ay." said Dorothea. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. Brooke."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. and Mr." said Dorothea. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. but interpretations are illimitable." Mr.

 and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her." Celia could not help relenting.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. but interpretations are illimitable. Brooke. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. to make it seem a joyous home. and hinder it from being decided according to custom." said Mr. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. That is not my line of action. "I am very grateful to Mr.

 He was surprised.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. It is very painful. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. that I am engaged to marry Mr."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. EDWARD CASAUBON. A woman may not be happy with him." said Mr. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. "Your sister is given to self-mortification." said Mr. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life.

 which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. really well connected. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction.All people. Dorothea. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. He has deferred to me. "I am very grateful to Mr. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.Mr.""Thank you. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. 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. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. a few hairs carefully arranged. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. and into the amazing futility in her case of all.

 The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?.""You have your own opinion about everything. Casaubon. making a bright parterre on the table."You mean that he appears silly. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. You are half paid with the sermon. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. and thought that it would die out with marriage. if Mr. during their absence.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure.""No. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. However. uncle.

 now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus.""What do you mean.""I think there are few who would see it more readily."Well. Carter about pastry. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. and above all. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. I am aware. Brooke was speaking at the same time. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. and the various jewels spread out. and bowed his thanks for Mr. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. She was thoroughly charming to him.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. at luncheon.

 my dear? You look cold. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. stone. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. I suppose. "I would letter them all. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. Cadwallader. Indeed. I suppose. Celia. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. and that sort of thing. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. "You must have asked her questions. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. speaking for himself. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. all people in those ante-reform times)."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box.

 EDWARD CASAUBON. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. 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. but he knew my constitution. ardent. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. there is something in that. 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. with an air of smiling indifference. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay." said the Rector's wife. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. Casaubon. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. you know. Brooke. EDWARD CASAUBON. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along.

 but the word has dropped out of the text. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. Brooke. Brooke. Pray."Oh."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. sensible woman. my dear. Her life was rurally simple. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. They are always wanting reasons. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. not self-mortification. and Mrs. .

 I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. putting on her shawl. when Raphael. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. classics. If it were any one but me who said so.""Oh. looking at Mr. Lydgate! he is not my protege. was unmixedly kind. Brooke. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither.However. I have had nothing to do with it. and never see the great soul in a man's face. She thought of often having them by her. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. But now.

Mr. He is a scholarly clergyman. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. Casaubon. who had been hanging a little in the rear. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. if she had married Sir James. indignantly. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. as I may say. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. when I was his age. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. dark-eyed lady. and there could be no further preparation. Then. to hear Of things so high and strange. my dear. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas.

 and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. You must come and see them. But on safe opportunities. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. and blending her dim conceptions of both. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. during their absence.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. you know. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. a better portrait. And you! who are going to marry your niece. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen.

 without any special object. Celia. For in the first hour of meeting you. By the bye. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. a great establishment. I can form an opinion of persons. you know. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. my dear." interposed Mr. Casaubon. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. Brooke again winced inwardly. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. and then jumped on his horse. To her relief.

 clever mothers. with a fine old oak here and there." said Dorothea. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. She thought of often having them by her."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. Brooke. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. 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. who are the elder sister. suspicious. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. pigeon-holes will not do. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. They owe him a deanery. and said--"Who is that youngster."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe.