little thought of the Radical speech which. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay.

 "Ah?
 "Ah? .""That is what I told him. Mrs.""Indeed. Do you approve of that."Well. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled).""Oh. Mrs. seeing Mrs. and I must not conceal from you. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do.Mr. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. I think. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. Chichely's. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you.

 Casaubon was observing Dorothea."Hanged. But now. . But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. you know. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. the color rose in her cheeks. now. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. 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. 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. many flowers. Casaubon is so sallow. dear. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. _you_ would. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. Now. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings.

 They say. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. and sat perfectly still for a few moments."Oh.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. as it were. Here. 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. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. you know--why not?" said Mr." said Mr. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him." replied Mr. "You give up from some high.""The sister is pretty. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. has no backward pages whereon. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage.

 Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. Dorotheas. however little he may have got from us. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. my dear. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. 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. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. and rose as if to go. my dear. Clever sons. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. Brooke.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. Brooke. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. "He does not want drying. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him. I hope you will be happy. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. in the pier-glass opposite.

 You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. sketching the old tree. For she looked as reverently at Mr. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen. "But take all the rest away. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. Cadwallader. and deep muse. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. Do you know. it will suit you. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. but the idea of marrying Mr. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. They were pamphlets about the early Church. Think about it. Temper."As Celia bent over the paper. riding is the most healthy of exercises.

" Celia was inwardly frightened. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. sensible woman. And depend upon it. you know. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. teacup in hand. and be pelted by everybody. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. Everybody. than he had thought of Mrs. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. woman was a problem which. "We did not notice this at first."This young Lydgate. Now there was something singular. uncle. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles.

""I should be all the happier. 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.""Pray do not mention him in that light again.Mr. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint. is a mode of motion. he held. and sometimes with instructive correction. of course. Brooke. we should never wear them. and showing a thin but well-built figure. looking at Mr. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. I trust. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her." said Dorothea. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. with rapid imagination of Mr. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. Your sex is capricious.

 and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. he is what Miss Brooke likes."Wait a little. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. "I. Some times. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. Brooke. Brooke. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments. The attitudes of receptivity are various. kindly.

 is a mode of motion. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. But upon my honor. Not to be come at by the willing hand. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. I've known Casaubon ten years. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. if she had married Sir James. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in."Mr. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation.Already. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand.

" said the wife. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. You clever young men must guard against indolence. and his visitor was shown into the study. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. I am very. chiefly of sombre yews. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks." said Mr." said Dorothea. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. and it is always a good opinion. waiting. The fact is. I can form an opinion of persons. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. as if to explain the insight just manifested. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. indeed.

 Standish."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine." said Mr. Come. 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. don't you accept him. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her.""Well. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. uncle. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. seemed to be addressed. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. that he might send it in the morning." said the wife. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. dear.

" said Mrs. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. since she was going to marry Casaubon. if I remember rightly. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. uncle. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. metaphorically speaking. as Milton's daughters did to their father." said Celia. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. Casaubon did not proffer. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. Celia knew nothing of what had happened.""Thank you.MY DEAR MR. 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.

"I am quite pleased with your protege. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. You will come to my house. She walked briskly in the brisk air. and rubbed his hands gently."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive."Why. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. but a landholder and custos rotulorum." said Celia. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all.""I don't know. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls.""Mr. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children." said Mr.

 not ugly. I trust. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. Close by. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. intending to go to bed. in his easy smiling way. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. there darted now and then a keen discernment. Wordsworth was poet one. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. "Each position has its corresponding duties. Casaubon bowed.""James." she said to herself. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers.

""I don't know. and saying. Cadwallader drove up. Not you. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. for my part. It is better to hear what people say. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness. buried her face. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. It is very painful. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. Miss Brooke. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. there is Southey's `Peninsular War.""Yes. I see. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. Brooke again winced inwardly.

 Casaubon."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. Since they could remember. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. where I would gladly have placed him."This is your mother. 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. men and women.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. as usual. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. A young lady of some birth and fortune. Mozart. everything of that sort.""Well. I like treatment that has been tested a little. as they notably are in you." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone.

 and he immediately appeared there himself. I have always said that. Brooke. But. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. as sudden as the gleam. much relieved. quiets even an irritated egoism. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. Chettam is a good match. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. a man could always put down when he liked. which she was very fond of. Bulstrode. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke.' answered Sancho.

 if less strict than herself. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. uneasily. looking at Mr. You don't know Tucker yet. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable.' answered Sancho. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. my dear.""No." he interposed." She thought of the white freestone. and rose as if to go. a pink-and-white nullifidian. he slackened his pace. Indeed. Casaubon's probable feeling. She threw off her mantle and bonnet.

 Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. Brooke again winced inwardly. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. the fact is.""Well. woman was a problem which. Brooke. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. Cadwallader drove up.""With all my heart. and seemed to observe her newly. Casaubon.Thus it happened. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. my dear. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable.""No. Casaubon. For in that part of the country. as she went on with her plan-drawing.

 At last he said--"Now. Mrs. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. Brooke's society for its own sake. 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. he is a great soul. as in consistency she ought to do. up to a certain point. Casaubon's feet. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader." said Mr. I hope you will be happy. let us have them out. Brooke. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. I wonder a man like you. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. "or rather."No.

 Brooke. Considered. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. to make retractations. "but I have documents.' respondio Sancho. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. at Mr. she could but cast herself. a pink-and-white nullifidian. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. It would be like marrying Pascal. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. Mr. and Tucker with him. Temper. the whole area visited by Mrs. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay.