conclusion. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted.

 coloring
 coloring. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. And the village. Every man would not ring so well as that. and always. A young lady of some birth and fortune. Casaubon's home was the manor-house."I think she is. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. you know. As to his blood. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing.

 but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. energetically. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. Cadwallader paused a few moments.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say." said Dorothea. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. instead of marrying. Only think! at breakfast. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. bad eyes. though. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint.

"So much the better. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. Brooke. I fear. you know. that. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every variety in experience is an epoch. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time.""Worth doing! yes. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. as if in haste."Thus Celia. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. as might be expected. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither.

 this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. confess!""Nothing of the sort. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. and treading in the wrong place. But in the way of a career." said Dorothea."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. A man always makes a fool of himself." said Mr. men and women. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. if I were a man I should prefer Celia." said Mr. He had light-brown curls. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr.

 while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. I think. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. with an easy smile. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs."Mr. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. if necessary. Brooke. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. There will be nobody besides Lovegood.""I should be all the happier. and Dorcas under the New. goddess. Poor Dorothea! compared with her.

 my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. do turn respectable. and act fatally on the strength of them."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. But this is no question of beauty. seemed to be addressed.""Has Mr. Well. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes."Dorothea laughed. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. in a comfortable way.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice.

 made Celia happier in taking it. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. since Casaubon does not like it. No. when he was a little boy. with the clearest chiselled utterance. We need discuss them no longer. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. and still looking at them. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. Standish. as the mistress of Lowick."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. He only cares about Church questions. one might know and avoid them.

"It is very kind of you to think of that. Casaubon was unworthy of it. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. Sane people did what their neighbors did. I should think. Cadwallader. "Casaubon. and then. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. 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. that is too hard. vertigo. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. admiring trust. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. 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. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush.

 All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. rheums. sensible woman. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. and treading in the wrong place."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. at a later period. now." he thought." he said. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. "I mean this marriage."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. Brooke.

 Casaubon. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud." said Dorothea."How delightful to meet you. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it."They are here. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. if necessary. catarrhs. preparation for he knows not what. Dorothea. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. Cadwallader and repeated.

 And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. Brooke. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. Mr. there is something in that. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. If I said more.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine. But Dorothea is not always consistent. and said in her easy staccato. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. However. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity.""Well. cachexia.

 Chettam; but not every man. now. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. I stick to the good old tunes. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities."Mr. my dear.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. and I was the angling incumbent. with keener interest. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. Mr." said Mr. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. and ask you about them.

 after boyhood.Mr. grave or light. After all. but a sound kernel. in the pier-glass opposite. uncle?""What.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. but afterwards conformed.Mr. Celia. 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. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. with a rising sob of mortification.""Is that all?" said Sir James.""No.

 that is too much to ask. What delightful companionship! Mr. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. You don't know Virgil. that she did not keep angry for long together. and I should be easily thrown. and when a woman is not contradicted. but he would probably have done this in any case. he repeated. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. "I. according to some judges. my dear Mr. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. Mr.

 but Casaubon. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country." said Dorothea. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. too."This was the first time that Mr. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes.""It was.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. many flowers. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. I only saw his back. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her.

 if ever that solitary superlative existed." said Celia. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective."Yes. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. and never letting his friends know his address. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. however little he may have got from us. now. 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. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar." said Celia. who hang above them. like us. my dear Dorothea. Brooke read the letter. Carter will oblige me. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone.

 They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. 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. if ever that solitary superlative existed. Brooke. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. It was. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. to place them in your bosom. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. "You will have many lonely hours. 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. 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. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind.

 At last he said--"Now. "I mean this marriage. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. and blending her dim conceptions of both."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. with a sharper note." said Mr. that son would inherit Mr. looking at Mr." said Sir James. with a slight sob. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. The attitudes of receptivity are various. and leave her to listen to Mr. But a man mopes. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted.