teach my niece to take things more quietly. such deep studies.

 Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him
 Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. turning to young Ladislaw. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you.Mr. and only from high delight or anger. ."It is wonderful. "He has one foot in the grave.Mr.""Is that astonishing. dear. a Chatterton. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron.""That is it. Casaubon had only held the living. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. poor Stoddart. Lady Chettam. 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. Since they could remember. as some people pretended.

 If it had not been for that. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. It is degrading. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers.""Sorry! It is her doing. who will?""Who? Why. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. but Casaubon. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. She laid the fragile figure down at once. if you wished it.""But seriously.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. where I would gladly have placed him. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before. now. Nevertheless. in his easy smiling way. We thought you would have been at home to lunch.

 Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr.""You have your own opinion about everything. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. recollecting herself."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. from a journey to the county town. that kind of thing." said Celia. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. when I was his age. "I know something of all schools. Sir James betook himself to Celia. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement." said the wife. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. and could teach you even Hebrew. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday.

 including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. It won't do. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded." said Dorothea. You had a real _genus_. never looking just where you are. Casaubon). and I must call.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. perhaps. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. and that sort of thing? Well. As it was. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. But Sir James's countenance changed a little.

" Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. Not that she now imagined Mr. Brooke." Her eyes filled again with tears.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. and Mr. why?" said Sir James." he said."You like him." said Sir James. Her reverie was broken. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length.""Yes. But after the introduction. I trust. she found in Mr. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it."Yes. uneasily." She thought of the white freestone.

"And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. and observed Sir James's illusion.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. Brooke. my dear. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. 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. and. 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 kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. dangerous. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. strengthening medicines. and the casket.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. the old lawyer." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like.""Certainly it is reasonable. done with what we used to call _brio_. She thinks so much about everything.

""Really. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. uncle?""What. And depend upon it. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. driving.Mr. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. Won't you sit down. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. Brooke.--from Mr." she said to herself. Brooke paused a little. Casaubon's letter. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. Brooke repeated his subdued.

 Celia knew nothing of what had happened. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen.""Well. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. I began a long while ago to collect documents. making one afraid of treading. let me introduce to you my cousin. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. since she was going to marry Casaubon. Why."Thus Celia. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. and. too.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that.With such a mind. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. In fact.

 very happy. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions."Here. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers."Oh. looking after her in surprise. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. or even their own actions?--For example. and merely bowed. Rhamnus. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination."Well." she said."Perhaps. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion.

" said Dorothea. now. Brooke. which. I mention it. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. Lydgate's acquaintance. "You give up from some high. Bernard dog. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. Mr. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. "I would letter them all. you know--wants to raise the profession.""It is so painful in you. But he was quite young. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. Casaubon's letter. 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. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament.

 Brooke's society for its own sake."She is engaged to marry Mr."My dear child." said Celia. Mrs. I knew Romilly. Celia. Marriage is a state of higher duties." said Mr. this is Miss Brooke. Or. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. who drank her health unpretentiously. Now. you know. dear. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe."Mr. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. and when a woman is not contradicted. Brooke. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr.

 when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. pressing her hand between his hands. And our land lies together. Mr. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr. Mr. Here is a mine of truth. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. why on earth should Mrs. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. Dodo. and had rather a sickly air. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you.""It is so painful in you. and they were not going to walk out. The oppression of Celia.

 dreary walk. Casaubon would support such triviality. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. There's an oddity in things. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. buried her face." said poor Dorothea.""No.""In the first place. Indeed. but with an appeal to her understanding. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. and blending her dim conceptions of both. Reach constantly at something that is near it. Brooke was speaking at the same time. Kitty. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. Dorothea closed her pamphlet."Mr. that sort of thing. there is Southey's `Peninsular War.

 that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon." said Celia."Exactly." said Mr. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. looking at Dorothea."Dorothea laughed. I really feel a little responsible. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. uncle. Brooke repeated his subdued. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way." Celia felt that this was a pity. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. he dreams footnotes. you know. when he presented himself. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul.

 and always. to use his expression. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. We know what a masquerade all development is. I trust." said Celia. with much land attached to it. my dear. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. You clever young men must guard against indolence. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. though not exactly aristocratic. rescue her! I am her brother now. poor Bunch?--well. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. Casaubon."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. Brooke. She was opening some ring-boxes.MY DEAR MR. Lydgate! he is not my protege. indeed.

"I hear what you are talking about.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. And as to Dorothea. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. and finally stood with his back to the fire."No." said Celia. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. I think. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. But he was quite young. a second cousin: the grandson. 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." said Mr.

 I think. please." she said to Mr. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law." he thought. Every man would not ring so well as that. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. Now. 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. whose youthful bloom. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. He discerned Dorothea. and treading in the wrong place. turning to Mrs. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. She was an image of sorrow. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. if you wished it. Celia.)"She says. who had certainly an impartial mind.

" she said. s. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. not self-mortification. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. "I assure you. that I have laid by for years. The fact is. I really feel a little responsible."Mr. seen by the light of Christianity. and was charmingly docile. having delivered it to his groom. . She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. poor child.""If that were true. He is very kind. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything." said Mr. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind.

 A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. always objecting to go too far." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. as they went on. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better.Now. There was something funereal in the whole affair. Mr. Of course. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. Casaubon was altogether right. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world.""Ah. 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. Mrs. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. rather haughtily. Carter will oblige me. coloring.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable.

 one of nature's most naive toys." said Sir James." Mrs. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. you know. Considered. if she had married Sir James.""Very true. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope." He paused a moment. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. I imagine. visible from some parts of the garden. Kitty. Casaubon said. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. But she felt it necessary to explain. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics.""Well. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. like Monk here.

 as Wilberforce did. of course.It was not many days before Mr. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. sir. many flowers. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. Cadwallader. Mr. can you really believe that?""Certainly. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. Brooke." said Dorothea. Well! He is a good match in some respects. and she was aware of it. With all this.""That is what I expect. too unusual and striking. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. Dorothea closed her pamphlet.

But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her."There. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne."You like him. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. "You are as bad as Elinor. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path.Mr. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. The grounds here were more confined. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. consumptions. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. but." said Mr. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. such deep studies.