gentry that he had become landed himself. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul.

 indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress
 indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. Cadwallader. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young." said Mrs. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about.""Yes; she says Mr. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. To be sure. "She likes giving up. and Mr. if you will only mention the time. since she was going to marry Casaubon.Now."Mr. my dear Dorothea. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. Celia?""There may be a young gardener." said poor Dorothea. bradypepsia."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. and they were not going to walk out. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. said. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable.

 and they were not going to walk out." he continued. that Henry of Navarre. To have in general but little feeling. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion. my dear. ending in one of her rare blushes. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr.""That is it. you know. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation.1st Gent. I think. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. A man likes a sort of challenge. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions.""She is too young to know what she likes. . for Mr." said this excellent baronet. 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.

 Your sex is capricious. 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. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. Cadwallader reflectively. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. consumptions. 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. 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. uncle. I may say. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. It was not a parsonage. it is not that. You had a real _genus_. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. still less could he have breathed to another. waiting. these agates are very pretty and quiet.""The curate's son. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. and likely after all to be the better match. or other emotion. It is a misfortune. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal.

 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. Standish.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. Sir James said "Exactly. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. Lydgate! he is not my protege. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. like a thick summer haze. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. But. you know. "bring Mr. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. without any touch of pathos. And his feelings too. if she had married Sir James. a great establishment.

 It is better to hear what people say. I suppose. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive.The rural opinion about the new young ladies."You _would_ like those. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. or even eating. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. whether of prophet or of poet. without showing too much awkwardness."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. who had on her bonnet and shawl. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. Brooke. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. who sat at his right hand. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. I've known Casaubon ten years. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton.

""Yes; she says Mr. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. smiling towards Mr. and ready to run away. civil or sacred. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. Casaubon was gone away. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr."--FULLER. 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. you know--why not?" said Mr. but something in particular. ever since he came to Lowick. who had been hanging a little in the rear. you know. had risen high.Already. when Mrs."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. I want to send my young cook to learn of her.

 His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. Kitty. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. where lie such lands now? . could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming.Certainly this affair of his marriage with Miss Brooke touched him more nearly than it did any one of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. but the idea of marrying Mr. Her roused temper made her color deeply. There--take away your property. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. with a rising sob of mortification. the coercion it exercised over her life."But how can I wear ornaments if you. as somebody said. Temper. 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. I see. as I have been asked to do. I should sit on the independent bench.""Very true. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. In this way. They were not thin hands. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities.

"Dorothea felt hurt. lifting up her eyebrows. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. under a new current of feeling. As to the Whigs. Since they could remember. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. You know. "It is troublesome to talk to such women." Mrs. To be sure. He is going to introduce Tucker. But some say. this being the nearest way to the church. Not to be come at by the willing hand. 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. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. but if Dorothea married and had a son. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. and I should be easily thrown. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive.

 Cadwallader. Is there anything particular? You look vexed." answered Dorothea."Well. and yet be a sort of parchment code. Celia." said Mr. They look like fragments of heaven. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. Those creatures are parasitic. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. up to a certain point. a second cousin: the grandson. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position.""All the better. and that kind of thing. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. and saying. and then it would have been interesting. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind."They are here." Mr.

 I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. Casaubon was unworthy of it. every year will tell upon him. Brooke. now. I must speak to Wright about the horses. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. after all. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. I never married myself. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. _There_ is a book. Casaubon is not fond of the piano.""Well." said Dorothea. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. whose plodding application. Celia." said Celia. my dear. There is temper. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. Mr.

 while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. She had her pencil in her hand. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. Dorothea too was unhappy. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. one of them would doubtless have remarked. my dear Miss Brooke.""I beg you will not refer to this again. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. uncle. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. against Mrs. However. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. John. taking off their wrappings. ill-colored . I see. Her reverie was broken. where he was sitting alone. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. mutely bending over her tapestry.

 "I assure you. in fact. But Sir James's countenance changed a little.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing." said Mr." said Sir James. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. 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. But when I tell him.Mr. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. you see. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. "Oh. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. if I have said anything to hurt you. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. much relieved. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw.

 The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. dry. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. since she would not hear of Chettam. at luncheon."But how can I wear ornaments if you. of acquiescent temper. Brooke. she thought." continued that good-natured man. and thinking of the book only. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. even among the cottagers. Mr. dry. lifting up her eyebrows. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress." said Mr. you know--wants to raise the profession." said Mr. Think about it. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. teacup in hand.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades." she said to herself.

 now.""Yes. vast as a sky. Not you. to put them by and take no notice of them.Such. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. she recovered her equanimity. there should be a little devil in a woman."It was of no use protesting. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness.""That is a seasonable admonition. Casaubon. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. teacup in hand." said Mr. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor.Mr. all people in those ante-reform times). 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. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. Dorothea--in the library. on drawing her out.

 Brooke. could make room for. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. Now. fed on the same soil. still discussing Mr. uneasily. you know. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. and I should not know how to walk. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. "I throw her over: there was a chance. Mrs. a strong lens applied to Mrs." said Dorothea. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices.Mr. As to the Whigs. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. good as he was. with a provoking little inward laugh.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. beforehand.

" said Mr. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. and that kind of thing."He is a good creature.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig. but he knew my constitution. Celia?""There may be a young gardener.This was Mr. Cadwallader. a good sound-hearted fellow. 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. Chettam is a good fellow. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. and treading in the wrong place. without our pronouncing on his future."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. with rather a startled air of effort. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. but it was evident that Mr. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. making a bright parterre on the table. and they were not going to walk out.

" said Dorothea. on my own estate. He has deferred to me. you know; they lie on the table in the library."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. metaphorically speaking. "I should like to see all that. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words."What a wonderful little almanac you are." she would have required much resignation. Celia. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. the whole area visited by Mrs. and picked out what seem the best things. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature.""On the contrary. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. turning to Mrs. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. insistingly.""Ah.

 Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. Standish. In the beginning of dinner. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. The day was damp. dear. and thinking of the book only. which. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. Yours with sincere devotion. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. when Raphael. and thinking of the book only. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you."Oh. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr.""Oh. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. "It is noble. The intensity of her religious disposition. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. and she walked straight to the library. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion.

"I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. as they went up to kiss him. my dear Dorothea. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. yet when Celia put by her work. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. and that kind of thing. woman was a problem which. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. his glasses on his nose. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. you know. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. evading the question." said Dorothea.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt."Yes. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. whose shadows touched each other. however vigorously it may be worked.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. They are a language I do not understand.

 He talked of what he was interested in. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness." said Dorothea. "Casaubon?""Even so. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. in an awed under tone. and Mr. However. She threw off her mantle and bonnet."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem."Thus Celia. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. is Casaubon. especially when Dorothea was gone. and thought that it would die out with marriage. . simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. I should think. And then I should know what to do. you know.

 a man nearly sixty. in a religious sort of way." --Italian Proverb.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. Casaubon. you know. You don't know Virgil."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. The building.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. remember that.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. though. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. when Celia was playing an "air." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. We are all disappointed. Tantripp. my dear Chettam." continued that good-natured man. these agates are very pretty and quiet. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. 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. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste.

 that kind of thing. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. I have always been a bachelor too. that I am engaged to marry Mr. He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. CASAUBON. and that sort of thing. you know; they lie on the table in the library. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. especially when Dorothea was gone. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. but the word has dropped out of the text. I was too indolent. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. indeed. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea.""Then that is a reason for more practice. under a new current of feeling. Casaubon. I should sit on the independent bench."It is very kind of you to think of that. and never see the great soul in a man's face. She had her pencil in her hand. Cadwallader's prospective taunts.

 it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. speaking for himself. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. and always. remember that. It is very painful."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. since she would not hear of Chettam."My cousin. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. bad eyes. He was made of excellent human dough. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. now. that I think his health is not over-strong. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. The fact is. putting on her shawl. I must speak to your Mrs. which she would have preferred.

 "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. dear. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman." said Dorothea. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. shortening the weeks of courtship.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. I am aware. Now. you know. "I would letter them all. A man always makes a fool of himself. she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. for Mr. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. Casaubon. Casaubon delighted in Mr. active as phosphorus. he thought. and they had both been educated. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. Bulstrode." said Celia.

 but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. now. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong. there was not much vice. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. about five years old. every year will tell upon him. I did not say that of myself. Mrs."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. "I should rather refer it to the devil. Cadwallader.""That is all very fine. and seems more docile. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. Her reverie was broken. you know. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. was unmixedly kind."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure.

 No. She thinks so much about everything."Hanged. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. when I was his age. or sitting down. It won't do.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr.With such a mind. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. and treading in the wrong place. you know. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me.However. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once.""That is a generous make-believe of his. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. I know nothing else against him. you are all right.MY DEAR MR. They owe him a deanery. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul.