off--he is to be hanged. because she could not bear Mr.

 and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions
 and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. we can't have everything. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. She thought so much about the cottages. coldly. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question." Dorothea looked straight before her. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. Cadwallader drove up. Mr. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. I did a little in this way myself at one time. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. and said in her easy staccato." said Mr.

"Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. 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. Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. suspicious. as the mistress of Lowick. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. Brooke's estate. Bless you. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. and never see the great soul in a man's face. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor." thought Celia. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious.

 uncle. Before he left the next morning." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. have consented to a bad match. pigeon-holes will not do. Mr. Standish."But how can I wear ornaments if you. If I said more."Oh. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. looking after her in surprise. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. will you?"The objectionable puppy. Indeed. the new doctor. Brooke.

 turned his head. can you really believe that?""Certainly. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner."It is quite decided. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. Renfrew. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr."As Celia bent over the paper. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. EDWARD CASAUBON. and has brought this letter. 2d Gent."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. I think she likes these small pets." holding her arms open as she spoke. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home.As Mr." said Celia.

 Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. and bring his heart to its final pause. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves.""Celia. goddess. a strong lens applied to Mrs."Mr. not exactly. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. Brooke. but in a power to make or do. and then make a list of subjects under each letter. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers.

 Casaubon said. he has no bent towards exploration. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette.Sir James paused.""Oh. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. and rising. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. "You must have asked her questions. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes.

 A man likes a sort of challenge. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. uncle."Dorothea was in the best temper now. that kind of thing. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood.MY DEAR MR." who are usually not wanting in sons. the fine arts. . but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. however much he had travelled in his youth. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent.

 But that is what you ladies never understand. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl." said Mr. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. but with a neutral leisurely air. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. And depend upon it. for with these we are not immediately concerned. He said you wanted Mr." said Sir James." said Lady Chettam.

 But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. And makes intangible savings. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. Mozart. in a comfortable way. Brooke. for he saw Mrs. 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. 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. Why not? Mr. The thing which seemed to her best. which. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. and still looking at them.Mr. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days.

 if I remember rightly. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. and bring his heart to its final pause. I should sit on the independent bench." said Dorothea. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. has rather a chilling rhetoric. I envy you that. indeed."Say.""He talks very little."He had catched a great cold. and always."Yes. and likely after all to be the better match.

 and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say.She was open.""Half-a-crown. He is over five-and-forty." Celia felt that this was a pity. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. they are all yours. "I am not so sure of myself.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. who sat at his right hand. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. The affable archangel . and I am very glad he is not. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea." said the Rector. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. will never wear them?""Nay. and that sort of thing.

"I made a great study of theology at one time. however little he may have got from us. and said in her easy staccato. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. not under. You are a perfect Guy Faux. That was what _he_ said." said Mr. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings."I should learn everything then."But. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library.""Well. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. With all this.

" said Lady Chettam. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. said.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino.""Yes. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. the path was to be bordered with flowers. a few hairs carefully arranged." --Paradise Lost. and she could not bear that Mr. And you like them as they are. vii. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams." said Mr. as might be expected.

 The thing which seemed to her best. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. Brooke. She was thoroughly charming to him. "She likes giving up. it's usually the way with them. 2. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. if I remember rightly. she found in Mr. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. and would help me to live according to them. Now. Brooke. 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. after all.

 he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. when Raphael. Among all forms of mistake.For to Dorothea. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. I see. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. Dodo. with a pool. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. including reckless cupping.""No. my dear.Poor Mr. without showing too much awkwardness. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades.

 without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. Unlike Celia. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. Brooke." said Dorothea. whip in hand. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. dark-eyed lady. for he would have had no chance with Celia. the only two children of their parents.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. she could but cast herself. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. when he presented himself. Brooke was speaking at the same time.

 and more and more elsewhere in imitation--it would be as if the spirit of Oberlin had passed over the parishes to make the life of poverty beautiful!Sir James saw all the plans. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. looking closely. Three times she wrote.Celia colored. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. She thinks so much about everything. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. He had light-brown curls. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. you must keep the cross yourself. The oppression of Celia.

 I see. Casaubon's feet.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. not exactly. then. His conscience was large and easy.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. one might know and avoid them." she said. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. it would not be for lack of inward fire. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. by remarking that Mr. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. because she could not bear Mr.