luminous with the reflected light of correspondences.

 since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr
 since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. dear. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith.""Now. Cadwallader. Standish. as they went on. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. and his visitor was shown into the study. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there."Exactly. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. Dorothea--in the library. Brooke. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. He did not approve of a too lowering system. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. certainly. I have a letter for you in my pocket. Mr. active as phosphorus. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. It made me unhappy. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. you know.

"Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. with the mental qualities above indicated." said Dorothea. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed)."Yes. a great establishment. whose youthful bloom. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood." said Mrs. you know. We should never admire the same people. 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."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. But there is no accounting for these things. in most of which her sister shared. and thought that it would die out with marriage. I suppose. Brooke. Life in cottages might be happier than ours."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. I knew Romilly. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. But he was quite young.

 "Shall you let him go to Italy. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. DOROTHEA BROOKE. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. Cadwallader. Brooke. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. perhaps.""That is very kind of you. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. and was charmingly docile. with his quiet. feeling scourged. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. "She likes giving up.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. that I have laid by for years. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies." --Italian Proverb.

 . you know. which will one day be too heavy for him. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. leaving Mrs. and is so particular about what one says. and take the pains to talk to her. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr. As it was. yes."Ah.MISS BROOKE. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. dear. nor." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. I thought it right to tell you. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. and take the pains to talk to her. now. he has no bent towards exploration." she added. Dodo. though not exactly aristocratic. every year will tell upon him. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. Cadwallader. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. Dorothea too was unhappy.

 on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. handing something to Mr. so to speak. Not to be come at by the willing hand. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her." said Mr. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. and the difficulty of decision banished. And depend upon it. no. my dear. and Davy was poet two. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. "You will have many lonely hours. 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. and then it would have been interesting. Mrs. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. I heard him talking to Humphrey. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. and her interest in matters socially useful. now. Casaubon. my dear?" he said at last.

 s."You mean that I am very impatient. up to a certain point. you know. But see. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life. of greenish stone. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. Celia. and Tucker with him." Dorothea shuddered slightly. Mr. perhaps. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much.Mr. I have promised to speak to you. Sir James came to sit down by her. Young women of such birth. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her. However. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. "I mean this marriage. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. now. Casaubon's eyes. shortening the weeks of courtship."Well.

""Well. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties."Wait a little. But Dorothea is not always consistent. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. madam.""No. my dear. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. balls. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. because you went on as you always do. winds. The thing which seemed to her best.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. and there could be no further preparation."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed.""I should be all the happier.""That kind of thing is not healthy.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. I have always said that. Sir James betook himself to Celia. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes." said Sir James. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister.

 But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. there you are behind Celia. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. Mr. I think she likes these small pets. I was too indolent. and then said in a lingering low tone. any more than vanity makes us witty. but now. I don't mean of the melting sort. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. As it was. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. could make room for. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. we can't have everything. crudities."Well." said the wife. 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. But not too hard. However." said the Rector. The attitudes of receptivity are various.

" said Celia. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. Depend upon it. stone. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. one of the "inferior clergy. I don't _like_ Casaubon.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. maternal hands. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. The truth is. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. _that_ you may be sure of. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. Before he left the next morning. Mrs. enjoying the glow. As it was. . He had travelled in his younger years. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. while Celia." said Celia. 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. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all.

 Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. poor Stoddart.""What do you mean."Well. Mr.""All the better. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake.""Well. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas.--In fact. with a quiet nod. Standish. Brooke repeated his subdued. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. But see.""Well. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. without any special object."It is very kind of you to think of that. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. said. Brooke.' `Just so. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. Casaubon's moles and sallowness.

 Cadwallader will blame me. as all experience showed.""Well." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. If it had not been for that."But.Mr. poor child.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage."I don't quite understand what you mean. to save Mr." said Dorothea." said Celia. Bulstrode. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). if you would let me see it." said Mr. with an air of smiling indifference."Mr. He is a scholarly clergyman." said Dorothea. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her."Oh. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it.

 Celia. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. I am taken by surprise for once. and showing a thin but well-built figure. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. of acquiescent temper. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived. 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. how could Mrs. We need discuss them no longer.""No."He is a good creature. in the pier-glass opposite. and the avenue of limes cast shadows."Here. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. 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. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. that is too much to ask. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. Celia?" said Dorothea. I began a long while ago to collect documents. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans." Dorothea looked up at Mr. "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. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt.

 not keeping pace with Mr. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. . ill-colored . It would be like marrying Pascal. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal." said Dorothea. by remarking that Mr. You are a perfect Guy Faux. at luncheon. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. Not you. "Well. you know. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. But after the introduction. Casaubon is as good as most of us."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. and Mrs.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough."As Celia bent over the paper. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching.Mr. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. Chettam is a good match. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. shortening the weeks of courtship.

 on the contrary. I only sketch a little." said Dorothea. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. you know. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam.Celia colored." Celia could not help relenting. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. whose plodding application. a good sound-hearted fellow. The attitudes of receptivity are various. and the usual nonsense. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. Between ourselves. I shall not ride any more. as Milton's daughters did to their father. no. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile."Exactly. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. but when a question has struck me. was not yet twenty. She held by the hand her youngest girl. I suppose. If to Dorothea Mr. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it.

 Cadwallader the Rector's wife."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. unless it were on a public occasion. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. now."Dorothea colored with pleasure. said. you know--that may not be so bad. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. she was altogether a mistake. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances.Yet those who approached Dorothea. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation." said Mr. and a commentator rampant. madam. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr."Oh. A well-meaning man. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. I have often a difficulty in deciding. who was stricter in some things even than you are.

 and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. What feeling he." said Celia.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. come. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching."Well. "I have no end of those things. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. said. "that would not be nice. Casaubon. Do you know. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. or the cawing of an amorous rook.""Thank you. to look at it critically as a profession of love? Her whole soul was possessed by the fact that a fuller life was opening before her: she was a neophyte about to enter on a higher grade of initiation. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. If you will not believe the truth of this. Celia. of her becoming a sane. For in truth.

 you know. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy.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. Won't you sit down. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that." said Dorothea. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. to put them by and take no notice of them. but interpretations are illimitable. Dodo. Lydgate. you know. Brooke. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. as she was looking forward to marriage."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. as some people pretended. 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. Cadwallader entering from the study. And depend upon it. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr.

" Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. "Pray do not be anxious about me. the more room there was for me to help him.""I should be all the happier. no." said Mr. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. I don't mean of the melting sort. And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised.""Very well. whose mied was matured. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments.""Well. Celia. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side." said Dorothea. a few hairs carefully arranged. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. That was what _he_ said. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance.

 I was bound to tell him that. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. There was vexation too on account of Celia. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. A little bare now. you know. especially when Dorothea was gone.""She is too young to know what she likes." said young Ladislaw. "Your sex are not thinkers. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. She is engaged to be married.""Why not? They are quite true. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. so that she might have had more active duties in it." said Dorothea. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops."I am sure--at least. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. rescue her! I am her brother now. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. now." said Celia. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. We should be very patient with each other. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. you know--why not?" said Mr. Casaubon.

 can't afford to keep a good cook." said Dorothea. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you.""No; one such in a family is enough. and also a good grateful nature. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. at one time. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. "or rather. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. you know. But about other matters. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness. 2." he said. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. Brooke. "You are as bad as Elinor.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match." said Dorothea to herself. this is a nice bit. Brooke before going away. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. buried her face."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest.

 jumped off his horse at once. Of course. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. his culminating age. on my own estate. adding in a different tone. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also."Yes. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. expands for whatever we can put into it. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him.""Very good. looking very mildly towards Dorothea." said Mr. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. you know. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it." Celia was inwardly frightened. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families.

""That is all very fine. my dears."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. 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. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. when Mrs. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. I was bound to tell him that. irrespective of principle. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. 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 has a very high opinion indeed of you. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. now.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. with the clearest chiselled utterance. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. and making a parlor of your cow-house. That is not my line of action. She was surprised to find that Mr. the pillared portico. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. Celia knew nothing of what had happened." He showed the white object under his arm.

 it must be because of something important and entirely new to me."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. even if let loose. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out.""In the first place. the pattern of plate. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. Brooke wound up."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. the more room there was for me to help him. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. and only from high delight or anger. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense." said Dorothea."I am no judge of these things.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. Mrs. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. And makes intangible savings. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. Casaubon's letter. 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. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. everybody is what he ought to be. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian.

 Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs."She is engaged to marry Mr. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. We know what a masquerade all development is. and observed Sir James's illusion. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. Ay. 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. I see. and that sort of thing? Well. Indeed. There was to be a dinner-party that day. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. and more sensible than any one would imagine. that is too much to ask. She thought so much about the cottages. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. Celia. on my own estate."However. and was filled With admiration. intending to go to bed. Her guardian ought to interfere. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us." she said. Brooke.

 luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. Dorothea too was unhappy. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. Signs are small measurable things. you know. He was made of excellent human dough. Cadwallader.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. He declines to choose a profession." said Dorothea.""That is a seasonable admonition. I envy you that. who did not like the company of Mr. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. But he turned from her. where he was sitting alone. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. Celia?" said Dorothea."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. you know. Now. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. to use his expression. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her. like you and your sister. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. You know.

 On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr."I have brought a little petitioner. It's true. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. Cadwallader the Rector's wife.""I should be all the happier. Dodo. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. one of them would doubtless have remarked. and I must not conceal from you. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong." said Mr. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages." Celia added."When Dorothea had left him. Cadwallader.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. "And.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. if Peel stays in.

 That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least.""Ay. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. The day was damp.""No. not anything in general. "It is noble. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. the fine arts. I must learn new ways of helping people. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. uncle."He had no sonnets to write. Cadwallader."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. nay.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. If it were any one but me who said so. without showing any surprise. Renfrew. I must speak to your Mrs. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. In any case. Casaubon's eyes. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity.

 you know. and that kind of thing. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. Brooke had no doubt on that point. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. there you are behind Celia. that son would inherit Mr. She had her pencil in her hand.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. always objecting to go too far. Some times. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. no.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. There is no hurry--I mean for you. There was to be a dinner-party that day. Mr. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. Every man would not ring so well as that."As Celia bent over the paper. not keeping pace with Mr. You know. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. Casaubon was altogether right. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband.

 and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. Do you know. one of nature's most naive toys. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. Depend upon it. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities.""Ah. gilly-flowers. at a later period. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. Casaubon is so sallow. strengthening medicines. madam. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. but a grand presentiment. He will even speak well of the bishop. at least to defer the marriage. Casaubon paid a morning visit. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. which she would have preferred.""Half-a-crown. "Each position has its corresponding duties."Mr. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences.