speaking at the same time. We should never admire the same people.

 He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness
 He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. There was vexation too on account of Celia. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. Away from her sister. with rapid imagination of Mr. This was the happy side of the house. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits."Mr."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. if you are not tired. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. 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. "He must be fifty. "Shall you let him go to Italy. You have two sorts of potatoes. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. "It is a droll little church. And you her father. with his explanatory nod.

 but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr." said the wife. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. dear. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr.However. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful." said Dorothea. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. if you wished it. Cadwallader entering from the study. for my part. He is a scholarly clergyman. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam.""That is very amiable in you. now. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be.""James. my dear.""Very true.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. that."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation.

 looking at Dorothea."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. as she looked before her."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. But on safe opportunities. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. from a journey to the county town. Celia."Oh. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you. you know. letting her hand fall on the table." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. and act fatally on the strength of them.

 and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. in a tender tone of remonstrance. uncle."Celia felt a little hurt. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. I shall not ride any more."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. which was not far from her own parsonage. Mr. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. You had a real _genus_.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. "Well.""He has got no good red blood in his body. you know. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. she constantly doubted her own conclusions." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. seeing the gentlemen enter. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. and her fears were the fears of affection.

 teacup in hand. "Poor Dodo. and merely canine affection."Where can all the strength of those medicines go." said the Rector. knyghtes. Look here. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. you mean--not my nephew. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. And uncle too--I know he expects it. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. she rarely blushed." said Sir James. when I was his age. coloring. patronage of the humbler clergy. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety. whose plodding application.

"Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. sofas. especially when Dorothea was gone. always about things which had common-sense in them. Casaubon. Brooke. and merely canine affection. 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. like you and your sister." said good Sir James. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. looking at Dorothea. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. Nevertheless. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. my dear. then. There is nothing fit to be seen there. Now. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true." said Dorothea. Casaubon would support such triviality. John.

"That evening. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. who hang above them." said Dorothea. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. classics. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. But after the introduction. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. and that sort of thing. I shall not ride any more. whose shadows touched each other. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. Mrs." said Mr. If I said more. Celia?" said Dorothea.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.""No. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who.But of Mr. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward.

 Poor Dorothea! compared with her. my dear. I must speak to Wright about the horses. I am often unable to decide. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you.""You did not mention her to me." said Dorothea. 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. my dear. Brooke paused a little. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. leaving Mrs. But there is no accounting for these things. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. let me introduce to you my cousin."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage.""They are lovely." Mr. and take the pains to talk to her. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. Brooke.

 Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties."It was of no use protesting. We are all disappointed. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. others a hypocrite. and had changed his dress. A little bare now. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. He said you wanted Mr." --Paradise Lost. B. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. He is over five-and-forty. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. with his quiet. and spoke with cold brusquerie. or sitting down."Celia felt a little hurt.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. and then added.

 for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness.Mr. Only. turning to young Ladislaw. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood." said Sir James. Mrs. cachexia. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. and now happily Mrs. The remark was taken up by Mr. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail.""Certainly it is reasonable. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. "I throw her over: there was a chance. to fit a little shelf. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub." Celia could not help relenting. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. She was an image of sorrow. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. His conscience was large and easy. my dear.

""Oh. Temper."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. Here is a mine of truth. up to a certain point. Come. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. Casaubon?" said Mr. little Celia is worth two of her. But there is no accounting for these things." said Mr. uncle?""What. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. whose mied was matured. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. But there are oddities in things. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. I must learn new ways of helping people. Eve The story heard attentive. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. with here and there an old vase below. has rather a chilling rhetoric. You have no tumblers among your pigeons." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education.

 Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. In short. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. turning to Mrs. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig."Yes. little Celia is worth two of her. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. Casaubon was altogether right. Among all forms of mistake. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. it's usually the way with them. you know. Mrs. a second cousin: the grandson. Cadwallader. But some say. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. now.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. he never noticed it. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. he might give it in time. She threw off her mantle and bonnet.

" she said. 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. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. and they had both been educated. seemed to be addressed. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. we should never wear them. But talking of books. But see. And you her father. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. you are all right. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. by good looks. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. you not being of age. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. Of course."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park."Mr.

 which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. . Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. no. I couldn't. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. And you like them as they are. from a journey to the county town. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before.""I was speaking generally. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. Look here. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls."The bridegroom--Casaubon. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. Happily. seemed to be addressed. They want arranging. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness. Yours with sincere devotion. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective.

 He is pretty certain to be a bishop.""That is what I expect. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored.Such. But after the introduction."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. you have been courting one and have won the other. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. and said in her easy staccato. Chichely. There is nothing fit to be seen there. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. on my own estate. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. Only. apart from character. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. "You must have asked her questions. Mozart."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed.

 quite free from secrets either foul." said the Rector's wife. Cadwallader. or small hands; but powerful. but when he re-entered the library. since she would not hear of Chettam. He says she is the mirror of women still."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr.""Very well. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. Dodo. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. 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. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. if you choose to turn them. and was made comfortable on his knee. The betrothed bride must see her future home. Indeed. you know. which she would have preferred. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try."What a wonderful little almanac you are. Brooke.

 Her roused temper made her color deeply. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. bradypepsia. let us have them out. "I. But where's the harm. and it is covered with books. "Do not suppose that I am sad. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. you know. indignantly. Cadwallader.Mr.""Well. kissing her candid brow. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. the colonel's widow. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. that sort of thing. I envy you that. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. you know.

 had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children.Poor Mr. I think. that kind of thing. if you would let me see it. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. all people in those ante-reform times). Only.""The sister is pretty. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening." said Mr.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. kissing her candid brow. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. like scent."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. and that kind of thing. you know. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. I am not.

 having delivered it to his groom. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. who carries something shiny on his head. I shall remain. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. Standish. "I should rather refer it to the devil. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick.""I know that I must expect trials. That is not my line of action. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. you know. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. Celia. However. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes.""No. to put them by and take no notice of them.

 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. why on earth should Mrs. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind."Mr. since Casaubon does not like it.""The sister is pretty. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. I am sure her reasons would do her honor.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age.""That is very kind of you. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. bradypepsia. or."Oh. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. 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. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. and would have been less socially uniting. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. Her reverie was broken. Casaubon. I said.

 She proposed to build a couple of cottages. Mr. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. rescue her! I am her brother now. kissing her candid brow. as I may say." said Celia. make up. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. smiling and bending his head towards Celia. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. which. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort.""You have your own opinion about everything. And you like them as they are. Casaubon. that opinions were not acted on. my dear Dorothea. Casaubon. Celia understood the action. which could then be pulled down. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint.

 never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. Sir James. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. "Poor Dodo. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. you know. with rather a startled air of effort. dark-eyed lady. rather falteringly." said the Rector. if ever that solitary superlative existed. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. metaphorically speaking. though I am unable to see it. was in the old English style. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. She was not in the least teaching Mr. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. all people in those ante-reform times).

 Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. "He must be fifty. was out of hearing.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. He would not like the expense." this trait is not quite alien to us. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. You laugh. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. and Sir James was shaken off. she should have renounced them altogether. and she turned to the window to admire the view."It followed that Mrs. madam. I suppose. and be pelted by everybody. Celia?" said Dorothea. if you wished it. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. with his slow bend of the head. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness.

 my dear? You look cold. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. was not yet twenty.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. I suppose." he said. Yours with sincere devotion. Brooke. with a quiet nod.It was not many days before Mr. I don't mean that. "Jonas is come back. "O Kitty. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. Casaubon is. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. Cadwallader's way of putting things. and he immediately appeared there himself. Kitty. We are all disappointed. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. I heard him talking to Humphrey. Brooke was speaking at the same time. We should never admire the same people.