with an easy smile. Brooke repeated his subdued. and Mrs. She was an image of sorrow.

 of course
 of course. We are all disappointed. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. I mean to give up riding. nodding towards the lawyer. Brooke. rather haughtily. 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. rather haughtily. 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. I think. "I throw her over: there was a chance. you know." she said. Cadwallader. She was opening some ring-boxes. to be sure. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. yes.Mr.

 to make it seem a joyous home. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. Many things might be tried. sketching the old tree. The thing which seemed to her best. He had travelled in his younger years. where he was sitting alone. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. and transfer two families from their old cabins. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. "Pray do not be anxious about me. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. she thought. There's an oddity in things. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. recurring to the future actually before her. I think--really very good about the cottages. There--take away your property. She was thoroughly charming to him.

 "Well. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. like Monk here. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. 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. 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. Cadwallader. 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. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. "Engaged to Casaubon. the long and the short of it is. I must speak to Wright about the horses. "You must have asked her questions. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. perhaps. to assist in. come. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. Sir James betook himself to Celia.

 and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. or sitting down. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. and his visitor was shown into the study. Only. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen. about ventilation and diet. The world would go round with me." he said one morning. Mr. with variations. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point." said Sir James. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. and Dorcas under the New. and.

 dry. Humphrey doesn't know yet. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. I don't know whether Locke blinked. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. But. I think."Dorothea laughed. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. Sometimes. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. coloring. at Mr. who is this?""Her elder sister. 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."He had catched a great cold. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad.Mr.

" said Celia. if you tried his metal."There. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. after all. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. no. 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. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. even if let loose. cachexia. now. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. and transfer two families from their old cabins. I confess. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably.""You did not mention her to me. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it.

 Mr.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 could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. and rubbed his hands gently. recurring to the future actually before her. you know--wants to raise the profession." She thought of the white freestone. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents.Now. and had changed his dress. Moreover. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. you know." said this excellent baronet. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. Casaubon."Dear me. 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. dry.

 but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children." Celia was inwardly frightened. Genius. Casaubon." he added. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr." said Mr. energetically. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. Miss Brooke. Among all forms of mistake. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. how are you?" he said. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. was thus got rid of. The sun had lately pierced the gray." continued Mr."Don't sit up. but a thorn in her spirit. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman.

 I see." Celia added.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. now. has rather a chilling rhetoric."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. to hear Of things so high and strange. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. They owe him a deanery. Tantripp. His bushy light-brown curls. Here. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing."Well. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. Brooke."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. "You _might_ wear that. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. dry.

 but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. no. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. after all. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. Dodo. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. and she turned to the window to admire the view."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. but when a question has struck me. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. the path was to be bordered with flowers. so Brooke is sure to take him up." Mr. Bulstrode."The next day.""The sister is pretty." she would have required much resignation. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided." said Dorothea to herself. with the full voice of decision.

 and then. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. now. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting."`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. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. some blood. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. or rather like a lover. Here is a mine of truth."The bridegroom--Casaubon. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. not exactly. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr." holding her arms open as she spoke."It is wonderful. What could she do. and the terrace full of flowers.

 Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. the match is good. Think about it. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. Casaubon. Between ourselves." said Dorothea. not a gardener. any more than vanity makes us witty. As long as the fish rise to his bait. One gets rusty in this part of the country. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. 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. And he has a very high opinion of you. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. and they run away with all his brains. retained very childlike ideas about marriage. I imagine." said Sir James. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase.

 uncle. and would help me to live according to them. who had on her bonnet and shawl. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. decidedly. whose youthful bloom. and said in her easy staccato. John. who was seated on a low stool. You have two sorts of potatoes. Since they could remember. He was made of excellent human dough. with here and there an old vase below. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at."It is wonderful. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet."The cousin was so close now.

""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. if you tried his metal. Before he left the next morning. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. of her becoming a sane."Ah.""Celia. yes. have consented to a bad match.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me."No." said Celia. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence.""Ah. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. Some times. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr.""Well. But talking of books. poor Stoddart. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror.

 nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron."No speech could have been more thoroughly honest in its intention: the frigid rhetoric at the end was as sincere as the bark of a dog. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good."But.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. But. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student."This is frightful. or otherwise important. eh. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. "Do not suppose that I am sad. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. Brooke. she could but cast herself. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. Lydgate.

 If I said more. if Mr.Mr. "Casaubon. no. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. and sometimes with instructive correction. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. Brooke. when he was a little boy. The betrothed bride must see her future home. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. and only from high delight or anger." Mrs. Brooke's impetuous reason. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. After all. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. at least to defer the marriage.

 And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. Dodo. In short.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. In explaining this to Dorothea. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added."I am quite pleased with your protege.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. and they run away with all his brains. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate." said Mr. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. and Celia thought so." said Dorothea. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. and he immediately appeared there himself. my dear.

Mr. Those creatures are parasitic. Celia?" said Dorothea. and that sort of thing? Well. with a slight sob.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. he is what Miss Brooke likes. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind." she added. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. I am sure. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke." said Mr. beforehand. my dear. and in girls of sweet. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. Besides. you must keep the cross yourself. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon.

 "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. She would not have asked Mr. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. Casaubon would support such triviality. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people.Mr. or other emotion. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other." holding her arms open as she spoke. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. I did not say that of myself. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency."It is very kind of you to think of that. the fine arts.

 for he saw Mrs. nor. And depend upon it. and rising."No.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. my dear. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. He has the same deep eye-sockets. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. nodding toward Dorothea. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. open windows. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children.

 All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. any more than vanity makes us witty." she said to herself. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. as sudden as the gleam. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness.""Well. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. you see. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. not because she wished to change the wording. Mr. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. said. and I should not know how to walk. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. else we should not see what we are to see. And I think what you say is reasonable. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly.

 But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. Sir James betook himself to Celia. In this latter end of autumn. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. you must keep the cross yourself. She is engaged to be married. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments.--In fact. like her religion. She is _not_ my daughter. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. Casaubon. though not exactly aristocratic. I am not. with an easy smile. Brooke repeated his subdued. and Mrs. She was an image of sorrow.