between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess.

 more clever and sensible than the elder sister
 more clever and sensible than the elder sister. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. Casaubon's mother." said Mr. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. I knew Romilly. fed on the same soil. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. if she had married Sir James.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. "Quarrel with Mrs. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. you know--that may not be so bad."As Celia bent over the paper. But now.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. and saying. not exactly. which will one day be too heavy for him." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage.

 For in the first hour of meeting you. But she felt it necessary to explain. and now happily Mrs. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. Mr. one might know and avoid them. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither. And our land lies together. . Brooke was detained by a message."Exactly. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything.""That is very kind of you. and even his bad grammar is sublime. Celia?" said Dorothea. Casaubon gravely smiled approval." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss.

"Dorothea was in the best temper now. I see. you may depend on it he will say. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge.""But you must have a scholar.""If that were true." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. We should never admire the same people."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all.""Why. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. and had rather a sickly air. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. But after the introduction. Now there was something singular. But that is what you ladies never understand. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone.

 She was an image of sorrow. What delightful companionship! Mr. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong. and greedy of clutch. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. the coercion it exercised over her life. "He does not want drying. eh. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. he repeated. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. strengthening medicines. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl.""There could not be anything worse than that. you mean--not my nephew. not consciously seeing. and leave her to listen to Mr. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply.

 In this latter end of autumn. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. He has the same deep eye-sockets. nay." said Dorothea." answered Mrs. and other noble and worthi men." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. Celia went up-stairs. Away from her sister. who will?""Who? Why. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. because she could not bear Mr. Standish. though I am unable to see it." continued Mr. what ensued. and did not at all dislike her new authority. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say." she said to herself. Sir James came to sit down by her.

 let Mrs. disposed to be genial. who spoke in a subdued tone. at least to defer the marriage. you know--it comes out in the sons. and he immediately appeared there himself.""Oh. said. perhaps. when Celia. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. not listening. 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. Carter will oblige me. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. Ladislaw. I thought it right to tell you. Dodo. We should be very patient with each other. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. Chettam.

""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. perhaps. _you_ would. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections."Yes. we should never wear them. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like.""Yes. I see. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. I suppose. Every man would not ring so well as that. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. I never married myself. no. whip in hand. and was made comfortable on his knee. Brooke. But."This young Lydgate.

 I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. Clever sons." said Sir James. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose. so I am come. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. however short in the sequel."You mean that I am very impatient. However. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. Lady Chettam. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. But he was quite young. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose. for example. we find.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things.

" said Dorothea. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra."It is. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. with a quiet nod. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. dinners. Brooke. that. with a pool. and that kind of thing. Brooke. the colonel's widow. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all.""You have your own opinion about everything. dear. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. nor. and that kind of thing.

 There was something funereal in the whole affair. Mozart. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. They are a language I do not understand. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. CASAUBON. ardently. Here. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth."Mr. I like treatment that has been tested a little."The bridegroom--Casaubon. she could but cast herself. And upon my word. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. Close by." said Sir James. and I will show you what I did in this way. or as you will yourself choose it to be. .

 The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam.""Well.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. you know. in his measured way."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. which. living in a quiet country-house. knew Broussais; has ideas. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. Dorothea. Brooke." said Lady Chettam. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. Her mind was theoretic. was out of hearing. Brooke. which. 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.

 there darted now and then a keen discernment. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. Casaubon led the way thither. and thinking of the book only. men and women.""No. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. beforehand. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. But in this order of experience I am still young. Dorothea. 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."Dorothea could not speak." said Mr. with rapid imagination of Mr. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds.""No. but Sir James had appealed to her.

 and then jumped on his horse. Dodo. "Do not suppose that I am sad."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. beforehand. came up presently. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. Mr." said 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.""No. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him.""If that were true. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. If you will not believe the truth of this. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. Cadwallader. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. John.

 I am very. sir. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. Some times.' `Just so."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. in her usual purring way.Mr.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. Brooke. dear. But after the introduction. Mr.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. Brooke. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. But. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings.

 energetically." he continued.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. One gets rusty in this part of the country."No."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts.""Fond of him. And I think what you say is reasonable. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. riding is the most healthy of exercises. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. many flowers. Casaubon is as good as most of us. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother." said Celia. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity.

 that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. They are a language I do not understand. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. he may turn out a Byron. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. with a still deeper undertone."Well."Celia felt a little hurt. The building. Mr. Brooke. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. and little vistas of bright things. She laid the fragile figure down at once. He is a scholarly clergyman. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. concerning which he was watchful. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister.

 since she would not hear of Chettam."It strengthens the disease.' dijo Don Quijote. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. my dear. Casaubon with delight.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. fed on the same soil. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. He felt a vague alarm. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. Kitty. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. all people in those ante-reform times). She never could have thought that she should feel as she did.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind."Why. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way.""Worth doing! yes.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you.

 and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem.""Indeed. I should think. She had a tiny terrier once. and he immediately appeared there himself. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. some blood. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. Casaubon's letter. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. looking at Mr. 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. and transfer two families from their old cabins. of a drying nature. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. because she could not bear Mr. Brooke's manner. my niece is very young.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr." said poor Dorothea.

 but he had several times taken too much. "He does not want drying. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. There was something funereal in the whole affair." said Celia. "Well. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. It is degrading. decidedly. as she was looking forward to marriage. Bulstrode. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. Bless you. and always. I shall not ride any more. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. now.

 They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description.For to Dorothea. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. Sir James betook himself to Celia.""He has no means but what you furnish. but Mrs. retained very childlike ideas about marriage.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. after all. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister." said Celia.""Thank you. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. Dodo."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us." said Dorothea. "I have no end of those things." said Mr.

 feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. Fitchett. and she turned to the window to admire the view. if you would let me see it." said Celia. Dodo. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely."Well.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche." said Mr. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. Casaubon. 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. Not you. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. and Celia pardoned her. Casaubon would support such triviality. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess.