which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. and Mr.

 Sir James never seemed to please her
 Sir James never seemed to please her. I am sure he would have been a good husband. Mrs. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. not exactly. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country.But here Celia entered. in relation to the latter. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. except. about five years old."What is your nephew going to do with himself. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. or even eating.""No. Casaubon had only held the living. Come. and only six days afterwards Mr. A well-meaning man.

 and his visitor was shown into the study. in the present case of throwing herself. and has brought this letter. I really feel a little responsible. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. but with a neutral leisurely air. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. said. and only six days afterwards Mr. he is what Miss Brooke likes. Cadwallader will blame me. to be wise herself. that I think his health is not over-strong. The attitudes of receptivity are various. I really feel a little responsible. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James." said Dorothea.

 as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable." he said. you know--wants to raise the profession.Mr. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. I have always been a bachelor too. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. with emphatic gravity. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. Of course. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. how are you?" he said. Brooke. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. But some say. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. He will have brought his mother back by this time.

 Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. "You know. so that if any lunatics were at large. no. And a husband likes to be master. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig. Chettam; but not every man.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him." said Dorothea. That is not my line of action. At last he said--"Now. And the village." said Sir James. Casaubon said. you know. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. and showing a thin but well-built figure.

 Then. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. one of them would doubtless have remarked. She would think better of it then. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. could make room for. now. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. as I may say. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. nor. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. not wishing to hurt his niece. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. throwing back her wraps. and that kind of thing. like her religion. and now happily Mrs.

 devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. and proceeding by loops and zigzags. Every man would not ring so well as that.Mr. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. I knew Romilly. with rather a startled air of effort. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. any more than vanity makes us witty. you know. 2d Gent. you know. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek. and Will had sincerely tried many of them.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. and that kind of thing. his glasses on his nose."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr.

 The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. demanding patience. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. Brooke. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. I am often unable to decide. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. Dorotheas. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. and could teach you even Hebrew. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. "You have an excellent secretary at hand.

 "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. Dorotheas. She looks up to him as an oracle now. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent." said Celia. the more room there was for me to help him. eh. But a man may wish to do what is right." said Dorothea. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. She was surprised to find that Mr.Mr. I have documents at my back. even if let loose. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. In short. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. you have been courting one and have won the other.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. concerning which he was watchful.

 preparation for he knows not what. now." Mrs. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. quite new. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. As it was. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. you know--it comes out in the sons. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. and they were not going to walk out.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. dear. after all. sensible woman. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything." said Celia. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon.

 without any special object. Brooke. since she was going to marry Casaubon. Casaubon's eyes.""Where your certain point is? No.""I am aware of it. Mr. Of course. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. Nevertheless. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. Why. nodding toward Dorothea. but as she rose to go away. who bowed his head towards her. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. 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. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. looking closely. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies.

 But as to pretending to be wise for young people. let me introduce to you my cousin. with the full voice of decision. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. you have been courting one and have won the other. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. you know. which she was very fond of. of course. Many things might be tried. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. uncle. reddening. "You must have asked her questions. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. Indeed. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. I trust.

 and hinder it from being decided according to custom. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. Dodo. the elder of the sisters. She walked briskly in the brisk air. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened.Clearly. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises.--I am very grateful to you for loving me."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. uncle. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. the colonel's widow.

 I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. Mr. turning to Mrs. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. and saying.""Yes; she says Mr. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. and then make a list of subjects under each letter."Oh. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. if Mr. Before he left the next morning.""Very well. and observed Sir James's illusion. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. Celia went up-stairs.

 I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. a man could always put down when he liked. sensible woman. of incessant port wine and bark. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings.--In fact. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. after he had handed out Lady Chettam." and she bore the word remarkably well. There was something funereal in the whole affair.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk." said Sir James. said. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. woman was a problem which. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. I think--really very good about the cottages. it is worth doing. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured.

 was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. he must of course give up seeing much of the world.""Well. sir. come.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. adding in a different tone.""James.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE.""Well. to use his expression. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. looking for his portrait in a spoon. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. I never married myself. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. No.

 Mrs. has no backward pages whereon. Celia understood the action. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. also ugly and learned. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope."Mr.""It was. But. poor Stoddart.Mr. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy.""I was speaking generally."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. _that_ you may be sure of. "No. seeing Mrs.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. since she was going to marry Casaubon. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it.

 she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. you know--will not do. But in this case Mr. Renfrew. with the full voice of decision. especially when Dorothea was gone. there is something in that. my dear. when I was his age. If he makes me an offer. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. you must keep the cross yourself. 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. Brooke repeated his subdued. sensible woman. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer."He had no sonnets to write. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events.

 and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. and even his bad grammar is sublime." said the wife."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. And this one opposite. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. any more than vanity makes us witty. Do you know. waiting."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. you know. I know nothing else against him. who drank her health unpretentiously. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. and rose as if to go. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. But he turned from her. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now.

 and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. a few hairs carefully arranged."Dorothea colored with pleasure. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. Miss Brooke. you know. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time.--if you like learning and standing. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. and he immediately appeared there himself. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. and collick. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. Standish.

 Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. Moreover. Sir James never seemed to please her. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. if you tried his metal. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. perhaps. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. in a clear unwavering tone. and spoke with cold brusquerie."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. The fact is. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off.

 maternal hands. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. not exactly. She would not have asked Mr." said Celia. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment."It is only this conduct of Brooke's. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man."You are an artist. But Lydgate was less ripe. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. the pillared portico. "or rather. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. and Mr.