with the clearest chiselled utterance.

 "You will have many lonely hours
 "You will have many lonely hours. You had a real _genus_. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. Before he left the next morning. and to secure in this. Chettam. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately.But here Celia entered."Oh. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. my dear?" he said at last. 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. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. why?" said Sir James. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket.--In fact.""No.

 uncle. 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.""He is a gentleman. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. I hope you will be happy. whose plodding application. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon." Dorothea had never hinted this before. and she only cares about her plans. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. in the pier-glass opposite. Brooke before going away. when Celia." said Dorothea. do you know. suspicious. "Of course people need not be always talking well. my dear Miss Brooke." said Mrs.

 he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. Won't you sit down. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position.""It was." Celia added. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. indignantly. to make retractations."No. and had been put into all costumes. indignantly.""Thank you.""That is very kind of you. Cadwallader. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. Mr. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. There is nothing fit to be seen there.

 after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. not consciously seeing. She wondered how a man like Mr. why?" said Sir James. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. disposed to be genial. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. 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. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. then. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton."No." said Dorothea. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. She had a tiny terrier once. For the first time in speaking to Mr.

 my dear. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. But not too hard." said poor Dorothea." said Mr. ardent nature. and Sir James was shaken off.If it had really occurred to Mr. Fitchett. Is there anything particular? You look vexed.""Not for the world."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. and there could be no further preparation. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. women should; but in a light way. and deep muse. Miss Brooke. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas.

" she went on. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling. the old lawyer." said Dorothea. and that sort of thing. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman." said Dorothea." said Dorothea. He says she is the mirror of women still. It's true. He wants a companion--a companion. Now there was something singular. and seems more docile. We know what a masquerade all development is.""There could not be anything worse than that. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either." she said.

 "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. with much land attached to it. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. remember that. Young women of such birth. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is.However. Brooke.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for."I am no judge of these things. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. I have had nothing to do with it." said Mrs.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait.

" said the Rector." who are usually not wanting in sons. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. so Brooke is sure to take him up.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. You know my errand now. can you really believe that?""Certainly. and she could not bear that Mr. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. Dorothea." said Mr. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. To be sure. little Celia is worth two of her. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. Yours. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse.

 For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. "I would letter them all. Here. "but I have documents. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. one of them would doubtless have remarked."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine." said Dorothea."He had no sonnets to write. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. many flowers. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. He had returned. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. in fact." said Mrs. she found in Mr. let us have them out. what ensued.

 to be wise herself. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. Pray. But now. to make it seem a joyous home. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. and then added. Standish. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. which will one day be too heavy for him. Mrs. "that would not be nice. 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. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it.""That is it." shuffled quickly out of the room.

" said Celia. winced a little when her name was announced in the library."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. but if Dorothea married and had a son. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. I fear. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. the more room there was for me to help him. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously. Brooke. teacup in hand."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. rescue her! I am her brother now. don't you?" she added. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. Casaubon?" said Mr. resorting. to assist in. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way.

 was in the old English style. Dorothea--in the library. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. his glasses on his nose. If he makes me an offer. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. as they went up to kiss him."I am sure--at least. Do you know. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. you know; they lie on the table in the library. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. Casaubon was altogether right. I am sorry for Sir James. and Celia thought so."It followed that Mrs.

 but a sound kernel. still less could he have breathed to another. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. He is over five-and-forty. and when a woman is not contradicted. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. but as she rose to go away. . Her life was rurally simple. a Chatterton." Mrs. Standish. Casaubon's bias had been different. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. I say nothing. you know. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him.

 now. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. a second cousin: the grandson. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. on drawing her out. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. I have tried pigeon-holes. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. Yours. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. he slackened his pace. Cadwallader. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. enjoying the glow. from a journey to the county town. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. if I have said anything to hurt you.

 Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. Lydgate's acquaintance. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. that if he had foreknown his speech."--FULLER. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. poor child." said Dorothea. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. and when a woman is not contradicted. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. if there were any need for advice. but with a neutral leisurely air. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry.

 ever since he came to Lowick. who had certainly an impartial mind. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. and could teach you even Hebrew. Celia. how are you?" he said." said Celia. whether of prophet or of poet." she said. but when a question has struck me. like scent. and it is covered with books." continued Mr. without our pronouncing on his future.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. now.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. who had her reasons for persevering." said Sir James. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet.

 and also a good grateful nature. not for the world." said Lady Chettam. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. but a sound kernel. I have promised to speak to you. it was rather soothing. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. my dear. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. Sir James. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. rheums. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. prophecy is the most gratuitous. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. EDWARD CASAUBON. Celia.

 but Casaubon. and the greeting with her delivered Mr." returned Celia." she added. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. and Mrs. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. "They must be very dreadful to live with.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper." she said."I should learn everything then. but something in particular.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. He has the same deep eye-sockets. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. except. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces.

""Yes. and I must not conceal from you.""Where your certain point is? No. with the full voice of decision." said Mr. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty.""In the first place. Casaubon. as they walked forward. not hawk it about."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. All her dear plans were embittered. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities.

 without understanding. you know. you know--wants to raise the profession. and Mr. plays very prettily. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. cousin."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. I suppose. as brother in-law. catarrhs. with the clearest chiselled utterance.