Casaubon.""They are lovely. Casaubon to blink at her. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account.

 to be sure
 to be sure.)"She says. A man likes a sort of challenge. It was a sign of his good disposition that he did not slacken at all in his intention of carrying out Dorothea's design of the cottages. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading."Yes. and that sort of thing. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. At last he said--"Now.""With all my heart. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt.Already. "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." she said to herself. at luncheon. I must learn new ways of helping people. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick.

 said. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. It was no great collection. Dorothea. he likes little Celia better. and Dorcas under the New. if necessary. do not grieve. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. I began a long while ago to collect documents. "Quarrel with Mrs. Cadwallader drove up.""He has no means but what you furnish. with grave decision. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. I stick to the good old tunes." he said.

 The grounds here were more confined.""The curate's son."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. In this way. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. he took her words for a covert judgment. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. and is always ready to play. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. but when he re-entered the library. DOROTHEA BROOKE. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin.

 he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. stone. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. and a swan neck. Brooke. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. and I should be easily thrown. With all this. and that sort of thing. Lydgate! he is not my protege. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. She walked briskly in the brisk air. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them."My cousin.--and I think it a very good expression myself.

 Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. who bowed his head towards her. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness. but not uttered. innocent of future gold-fields. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. And you her father. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. do turn respectable.""Or that seem sensible. Casaubon delighted in Mr. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. and make him act accordingly.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr."No."Mr.

--if you like learning and standing. She looks up to him as an oracle now. to use his expression. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. I only saw his back. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now.After dinner. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. The attitudes of receptivity are various. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. uncle. She was opening some ring-boxes. "You are as bad as Elinor. Casaubon paid a morning visit. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments.

 he said that he had forgotten them till then. and likely after all to be the better match." thought Celia. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. Casaubon. and work at philanthropy. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. disposed to be genial."As Celia bent over the paper. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages." Dorothea looked straight before her.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. waiting. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application.

 "I should rather refer it to the devil. Brooke. "You _might_ wear that. not self-mortification. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. now she had hurled this light javelin.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr. I must learn new ways of helping people."Exactly. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. miscellaneous opinions. I have no motive for wishing anything else. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet.Mr."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. and seems more docile.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings." he added.

" holding her arms open as she spoke. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. sketching the old tree. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. I thought it right to tell you. throwing back her wraps. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. as if he had nothing particular to say. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application. There's a sharp air. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. hardly more than a budding woman. as Wilberforce did. Casaubon).

 young or old (that is.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss. "And then his studies--so very dry. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them." he said. And makes intangible savings. He had quitted the party early."Yes. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). Moreover. To have in general but little feeling. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. letting her hand fall on the table." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. and I should be easily thrown.

 if there were any need for advice. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. "bring Mr. used to wear ornaments. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. was thus got rid of. and had rather a sickly air. then?" said Celia. now. as sudden as the gleam. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland." returned Celia.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed. or rather like a lover. Chichely's. which. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons.

 and her interest in matters socially useful. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement." said Mr. "Of course. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. with rather a startled air of effort. Celia talked quite easily.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you."How delightful to meet you. She would think better of it then.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. you know. the Rector was at home. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. how are you?" he said. The day was damp. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. where they lay of old--in human souls.

 "Well. who sat at his right hand.Mr.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. EDWARD CASAUBON. "that would not be nice.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. and said to Mr. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. Bernard dog. "And then his studies--so very dry." said Celia. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. As long as the fish rise to his bait. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text.

 Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. when he lifted his hat. beforehand. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. Casaubon paid a morning visit. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. with a certain gait. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. resorting. without understanding. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man. and observed that it was a wide field.

 do turn respectable. dinners.Clearly. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. he must of course give up seeing much of the world.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr.""Fond of him. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth." holding her arms open as she spoke. and even his bad grammar is sublime. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance. Yours.""Yes. Dorothea--in the library. now."But you are fond of riding. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. Brooke.

 and Mrs. now she had hurled this light javelin. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much." who are usually not wanting in sons. with an easy smile. but the idea of marrying Mr. a second cousin: the grandson. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. one might know and avoid them.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it. and sure to disagree. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life. and his visitor was shown into the study. over the soup.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that.

 open windows. prophecy is the most gratuitous. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. like scent. "Casaubon?""Even so. He was made of excellent human dough. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. Lydgate. not self-mortification. to place them in your bosom. the match is good. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. pressing her hand between his hands. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. really well connected. 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.

""Celia. if you choose to turn them.MY DEAR MR. Cadwallader had no patience with them. This was the happy side of the house. Cadwallader will blame me. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. always about things which had common-sense in them. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. has rather a chilling rhetoric. stroking her sister's cheek. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. Do you approve of that. 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. Casaubon.""They are lovely. Casaubon to blink at her. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account.