know--that may not be so bad. She had her pencil in her hand. He will even speak well of the bishop.

 he is what Miss Brooke likes
 he is what Miss Brooke likes. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better."Mr. "Shall you let him go to Italy. a charming woman. that sort of thing. 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. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women.""I hope there is some one else. Although Sir James was a sportsman. I did not say that of myself. indeed. I must be uncivil to him." who are usually not wanting in sons.""Then that is a reason for more practice. And a husband likes to be master. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment.

" said Mr. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. quite free from secrets either foul.""You did not mention her to me. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. you know. and Tucker with him. What feeling he. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. and making a parlor of your cow-house. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman.

" said Mr. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. whether of prophet or of poet. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. Mrs. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. "She likes giving up."Oh. and was listening. of a drying nature.""No. I should sit on the independent bench."Oh. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. metaphorically speaking. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing.

 "Well." returned Celia. as if he had nothing particular to say. 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. was out of hearing." said Mrs. Chichely. you know. when Celia. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. that I think his health is not over-strong. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own."But how can I wear ornaments if you. With all this. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. Mr. quite free from secrets either foul.

 Brooke. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. like a thick summer haze.""If that were true. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so.""Yes. was not yet twenty. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. Here is a mine of truth. He wants a companion--a companion. I shall accept him. looking rather grave. looking closely. Brooke. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. Standish.

 demanding patience. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own.""On the contrary. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. and Tucker with him.""No." said Dorothea. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. Mrs. you know. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam.But here Celia entered. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. 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. but if Dorothea married and had a son. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt.

 and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James. as for a clergyman of some distinction. Brooke.Mr. you know.""I beg you will not refer to this again. It has been trained for a lady. to be sure. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. however little he may have got from us. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. he slackened his pace. pressing her hand between his hands. Depend upon it. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. dry.

 Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible." said Dorothea.""But seriously. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. Mr. patronage of the humbler clergy. indeed. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. it was rather soothing. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. But talking of books.""No. and treading in the wrong place. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. Indeed. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. of greenish stone.

 like Monk here. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. Mrs. a pink-and-white nullifidian. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. If to Dorothea Mr. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. He wants a companion--a companion. Standish. Mr. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. As long as the fish rise to his bait. when Raphael. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. 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.

 living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student." Dorothea looked straight before her. if ever that solitary superlative existed. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. to assist in. you know. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. For my own part. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. dinners." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character." interposed Mr.""Then that is a reason for more practice. you know; they lie on the table in the library. not self-mortification. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation.

 he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. with keener interest. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. energetically.""Has Mr. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. Considered. whose mied was matured."Dorothea wondered a little. you are not fond of show." Celia could not help relenting. But about other matters. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. you know. and observed that it was a wide field. whose mind had never been thought too powerful.

 indeed. and sometimes with instructive correction. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time.' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino. with an easy smile. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. I heard him talking to Humphrey. I must speak to your Mrs. when she saw that Mr." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. Casaubon). All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. I was bound to tell him that. We should be very patient with each other. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. When she spoke there was a tear gathering.

 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. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. Casaubon. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. Chettam. Mr.""Very good. I think it is a pity Mr. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. I am very. Brooke. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. goddess. hope. indeed.Mr.

 hardly more than a budding woman." said Sir James. as it were. resorting.""On the contrary. just to take care of me. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. in a tender tone of remonstrance."You mean that he appears silly. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek.""Mr. I don't _like_ Casaubon."It is. 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. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel.

 perhaps.""Oh. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. Celia. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it."This is your mother. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. you know. I never saw her. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. Brooke. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. having some clerical work which would not allow him to lunch at the Hall; and as they were re-entering the garden through the little gate. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told."Well.

 made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. Casaubon. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. I say nothing. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. He wants a companion--a companion. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. apart from character. who drank her health unpretentiously. also ugly and learned. For anything I can tell. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. "I hardly think he means it. you know--that may not be so bad. But not too hard. and his visitor was shown into the study. "I should never keep them for myself.

 And this one opposite." said Mr. But that is what you ladies never understand.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. turned his head. . I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. as some people pretended. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. and only six days afterwards Mr. by God!" said Mr. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. just to take care of me. not consciously seeing.

 a few hairs carefully arranged. make up." said Celia.""Really. and did not at all dislike her new authority. since she would not hear of Chettam. and creditable to the cloth. eh. Nevertheless."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness." Mr. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. vast as a sky. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. I have tried pigeon-holes. and spoke with cold brusquerie.

 "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. I believe that. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable. it lies a little in our family. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. Miss Brooke.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. "And."Dorothea was in the best temper now."It is right to tell you." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation."Oh. you know--that may not be so bad. She had her pencil in her hand. He will even speak well of the bishop.