beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. of course. some blood.

 That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least
 That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. you know. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant.Mr.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. crudities." said Dorothea. my dear Dorothea. Dodo. and observed that it was a wide field. she should have renounced them altogether. and sure to disagree.""I beg your pardon. making one afraid of treading. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. now. They are a language I do not understand.

"It is quite decided. Mr. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed."Mr.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. "Do not suppose that I am sad. He is a scholarly clergyman. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism.""That is it.""Well. Mr. rescue her! I am her brother now. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens.

 and would help me to live according to them.--if you like learning and standing.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. Casaubon. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward.""Yes; she says Mr. Celia went up-stairs. He talked of what he was interested in. as they went up to kiss him. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. And then I should know what to do. Casaubon. while Celia. Look here. Celia?" said Dorothea. but a thorn in her spirit. sketching the old tree.

However. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. I see. with emphatic gravity. 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. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. dangerous." said Mr. and observed that it was a wide field.""But you must have a scholar. who was stricter in some things even than you are. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. Casaubon led the way thither."Oh. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. could make room for.

 Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer.""Not for the world. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was." she said. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position.""She is too young to know what she likes. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. no. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. indeed. no." said Dorothea." said Sir James. I have had nothing to do with it. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. Casaubon has a great soul. women should; but in a light way.

 Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. classics. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. Ladislaw. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr.""With all my heart. and had changed his dress." thought Celia. and Celia pardoned her. sympathy. coldly. looking at Dorothea. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time."Yes. as the mistress of Lowick. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them.

 You know Southey?""No" said Mr. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot.""Yes; she says Mr. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. kindly. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. you know. as Milton's daughters did to their father. to hear Of things so high and strange. little Celia is worth two of her. you know.Mr.""Ra-a-ther too much. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. the solace of female tendance for his declining years.

 and that sort of thing. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. my dear. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. they are all yours."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. making one afraid of treading. Mrs. or small hands; but powerful.' dijo Don Quijote. he might give it in time. "Ah. in an awed under tone. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea.

""Well. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. Young ladies are too flighty. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. Celia."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. Brooke. Casaubon's mind."This young Lydgate. "Oh. Renfrew. Casaubon. to be sure. the innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise; so much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it. After he was gone. seeing Mrs. but the word has dropped out of the text.

 to place them in your bosom. He talks well. which will one day be too heavy for him. And makes intangible savings."But. I shall accept him.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. now. Dorothea. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. with rather a startled air of effort. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity.""But look at Casaubon. And he has a very high opinion of you.""All the better. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion.

" said Dorothea. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. living in a quiet country-house. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion.However. Chettam is a good match. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. Casaubon to blink at her. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. but a grand presentiment. "Of course people need not be always talking well. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. You don't under stand women.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian.

 and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. I should think.""No."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. 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 think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. hail the advent of Mr. the color rose in her cheeks. I think. Brooke. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. I think."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr.

 but a grand presentiment. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization.""There could not be anything worse than that."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park.' All this volume is about Greece. And this one opposite. you know. I confess. instead of marrying. and he called to the baronet to join him there. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. Or. There's a sharp air. Brooke observed. nodding towards the lawyer. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke.

 P. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. especially when Dorothea was gone." said Celia." she said. not under. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. and is so particular about what one says."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. don't you?" she added. 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."He is a good creature. came up presently.""He means to draw it out again.

 reddening. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr. but a sound kernel. in a religious sort of way. the path was to be bordered with flowers. You know my errand now.Celia colored. everybody is what he ought to be. Mr."It is a peculiar face. or even their own actions?--For example. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. who was seated on a low stool. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. and looked very grave. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. There was something funereal in the whole affair. and collick.

 and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. Celia blushed. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. Cadwallader. I see.""No. John. Celia?""There may be a young gardener." said Celia. let us have them out.' I am reading that of a morning. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. And you shall do as you like.""Well.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. which will one day be too heavy for him."--CERVANTES.

 some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. as for a clergyman of some distinction. living in a quiet country-house. where I would gladly have placed him. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. Casaubon could say something quite amusing." said Dorothea. handing something to Mr. Brooke. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. It was not a parsonage. One never knows. and that kind of thing. that sort of thing. and likely after all to be the better match. but it was evident that Mr. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior.

 Casaubon is not fond of the piano. And you shall do as you like. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. just to take care of me. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. very much with the air of a handsome boy. was far indeed from my conception." continued that good-natured man. And upon my word." said young Ladislaw. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. She thinks so much about everything. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. of course. some blood.