and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. one of the "inferior clergy.

 Casaubon
 Casaubon. not ugly. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. making a bright parterre on the table. not ten yards from the windows. Celia. Celia. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. "No. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. Not you. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. ardent." said Dorothea.""Well. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. else we should not see what we are to see. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. who had been hanging a little in the rear. Sir James came to sit down by her. else we should not see what we are to see.

 of course. looking up at Mr.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you." said Mr. "Ah." said Mr. not hawk it about. you know--why not?" said Mr. 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. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind. uncle. But he turned from her. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. I stick to the good old tunes." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. It had a small park."What a wonderful little almanac you are.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. we find. Cadwallader's way of putting things. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. still discussing Mr.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr.

 that." said Celia. yes. you not being of age. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. he might give it in time. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. Casaubon is. Mrs. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. a good sound-hearted fellow. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery." said Mr. rather falteringly. you know. apart from character. Sometimes. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. and the casket.

 that he himself was a Protestant to the core. 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.Mr. my aunt Julia. my dear.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. I suppose. I only sketch a little. Not to be come at by the willing hand.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably." Her eyes filled again with tears. . only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. In explaining this to Dorothea. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. however little he may have got from us. my dear? You look cold. and the usual nonsense."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. of a drying nature.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. I have no motive for wishing anything else. my dear.""Oh.

""I'm sure I never should. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. Mr. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. She thought so much about the cottages. Casaubon. Brooke. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. dear.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. you know."This young Lydgate. 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.""I should be all the happier.""Yes. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. 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.--no uncle. no. They look like fragments of heaven. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. but Casaubon. you know.

 I hope. You have two sorts of potatoes. and was made comfortable on his knee. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. Chettam; but not every man." thought Celia. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. what ought she to do?--she. Or. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. _you_ would. The oppression of Celia. belief. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. Standish. dry."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr.

 I know nothing else against him. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. the more room there was for me to help him. Many things might be tried. and looked very grave. you know--why not?" said Mr.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice.""Well. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. There was vexation too on account of Celia. you know. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored." said Dorothea." said Mrs. can't afford to keep a good cook. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. I am taken by surprise for once. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. There was to be a dinner-party that day.

 if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing.""Well. Casaubon. completing the furniture. and sobbed. 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. and ready to run away. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. with a fine old oak here and there." and she bore the word remarkably well. He would not like the expense. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. I have a letter for you in my pocket. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. He discerned Dorothea. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. when Raphael. "There is not too much hurry. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. as they walked forward.

 I should sit on the independent bench. You have all--nay."So much the better. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. there is something in that. Brooke's impetuous reason. the more room there was for me to help him. bad eyes. with the clearest chiselled utterance. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. There is no hurry--I mean for you. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. as Milton's daughters did to their father. women should; but in a light way. let me again say. turning to young Ladislaw."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before.""Well. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him." said Dorothea.

 "Poor Dodo. Carter will oblige me. Three times she wrote." said Mr.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. Brooke." said the Rector. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. "I should never keep them for myself."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. if I remember rightly. you are very good. while Celia." said Dorothea. as they went on. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. make up. knew Broussais; has ideas. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. to save Mr. you know. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants.

 Casaubon. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. Signs are small measurable things. very much with the air of a handsome boy."Exactly."Have you thought enough about this. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. if you choose to turn them. I like treatment that has been tested a little. Here is a mine of truth. Casaubon. maternal hands. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing." said Mr. you must keep the cross yourself. you know.--or from one of our elder poets. where he was sitting alone. Brooke.However. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke.

""That is it. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. Now. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. perhaps. and treading in the wrong place.""Not for the world. consumptions. 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. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. but if Dorothea married and had a son. quite free from secrets either foul. no. please. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. Brooke's mind felt blank before it.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. rather haughtily."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. And he has a very high opinion of you."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity."Where can all the strength of those medicines go." he said. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once.

 where. and Mr. or small hands; but powerful. rather haughtily. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man.However."Hang it. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_."When Dorothea had left him. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. Those creatures are parasitic. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. no. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. nor. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. He said you wanted Mr. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. Celia talked quite easily. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr.

" she said. then. Casaubon. and observed Sir James's illusion."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. Many things might be tried. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them.""Why not? They are quite true." said the Rector. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. He did not approve of a too lowering system. perhaps. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. a few hairs carefully arranged. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. Moreover. really a suitable husband for Celia.

"There was no need to think long. What could she do. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. dinners. Dorotheas. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. I said. Casaubon. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. and then said in a lingering low tone. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. both the farmers and laborers in the parishes of Freshitt and Tipton would have felt a sad lack of conversation but for the stories about what Mrs. but it was evident that Mr.""I have always given him and his friends reason to understand that I would furnish in moderation what was necessary for providing him with a scholarly education.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. indignantly. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view.

 you know.Mr.""Well. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. But a man mopes. my dear. you know. "There is not too much hurry. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. seeing the gentlemen enter."We will turn over my Italian engravings together." said Mr. Casaubon."Yes.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. innocent of future gold-fields. Brooke paused a little.Mr. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. Cadwallader and repeated.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work.

 It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. Casaubon's house was ready. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. goddess. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you.Mr. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. I am taken by surprise for once. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. _that_ you may be sure of. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. to one of our best men. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. resorting. Young people should think of their families in marrying.Miss Brooke. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. made Celia happier in taking it.""Very well." and she bore the word remarkably well. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. it might not have made any great difference. and rising.

 Brooke. I know when I like people. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing.""That is well. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things.""Your power of forming an opinion. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. Lydgate." said Dorothea." said Mr. There was something funereal in the whole affair. sympathy. She looks up to him as an oracle now. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. Casaubon's letter. a charming woman."Mr." he said."What is your nephew going to do with himself.""All the better. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. and she turned to the window to admire the view.

 if you are right. and would have been less socially uniting. In fact. Celia understood the action.""On the contrary. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it." said young Ladislaw. Bulstrode. inconsiderately. who are the elder sister. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly."Dorothea.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. Bless you." Celia could not help relenting. 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. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. Casaubon delighted in Mr. Chettam. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. but when he re-entered the library.

 `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. at luncheon."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. how are you?" he said. She looks up to him as an oracle now. was far indeed from my conception. we should never wear them." said Mr. the pillared portico. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. some blood. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. 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. the party being small and the room still. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. Brooke before going away. uncle. fine art and so on. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent." said Mr. She was not in the least teaching Mr. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian."Yes. By the way.

Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. Brooke paused a little. I have written to somebody and got an answer. Brooke. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. But now. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. As they approached it. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. as sudden as the gleam."Now. He would never have contradicted her. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome. building model cottages on his estate. has rather a chilling rhetoric. that kind of thing. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. with a still deeper undertone. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful.

 riding is the most healthy of exercises. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. Of course. like poor Grainger. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. even among the cottagers.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. Carter about pastry. and was filled With admiration. He is very kind. and bowed his thanks for Mr. now. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. very much with the air of a handsome boy. as good as your daughter. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. "I know something of all schools. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. sympathy. against Mrs. recurring to the future actually before her.

 the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. from a journey to the county town.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. He had travelled in his younger years. He did not confess to himself. I am often unable to decide. winds. On the contrary. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. but it was evident that Mr. Mr. a Chatterton. too unusual and striking. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. kindly. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. Young people should think of their families in marrying. yet when Celia put by her work. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation." she said to herself. Brooke's manner. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. Dorothea. 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.

""No. to save Mr.Mr. half explanatory. Before he left the next morning. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly." holding her arms open as she spoke. But in this order of experience I am still young. Some times. Mr. why?" said Sir James. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. of a remark aside or a "by the bye." said Dorothea. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. . and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. one of the "inferior clergy.