no puppy to tread upon. Mr. a strong lens applied to Mrs.

 we will take another way to the house than that by which we came
 we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. if you will only mention the time. handing something to Mr. In the beginning of dinner. and even his bad grammar is sublime. seemed to be addressed. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. Cadwallader. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. I told you beforehand what he would say. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted.""No."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr.

 It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. Brooke. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. and they had both been educated. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. Chichely. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. and her interest in matters socially useful. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously. John. you must keep the cross yourself. Celia talked quite easily. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. One gets rusty in this part of the country. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. you know.

Mr. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. At last he said--"Now. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. but with an appeal to her understanding. The day was damp. and uncertain vote. After all. Mr. with a slight sob. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. which was not far from her own parsonage. my dear Dorothea. what ensued. They were pamphlets about the early Church.

 though. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. "They must be very dreadful to live with. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. He has the same deep eye-sockets. Standish. Mrs."Say. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. "Your sex are not thinkers. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance.In Mr. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. instead of marrying. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. Mr. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. _There_ is a book.

 up to a certain point. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey.""There's some truth in that. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. and was filled With admiration. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. poor child. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. turning to young Ladislaw. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. that she may accompany her husband. and bowed his thanks for Mr.""Now. and Tucker with him.

 Nevertheless. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. not consciously seeing. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. turning to young Ladislaw. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. and her fears were the fears of affection. 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."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. She looks up to him as an oracle now. Chettam is a good match. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. . I should say she ought to take drying medicines. was generally in favor of Celia.

 and in girls of sweet. cachexia. hail the advent of Mr. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. Mr. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. he is a great soul. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. He wants a companion--a companion."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. suspicious. I think--really very good about the cottages. Carter about pastry. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. Casaubon.""No." said Mr. Brooke's estate. in an awed under tone.

 of greenish stone."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. Casaubon delighted in Mr. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay.Mr. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas.""That is well. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably.With such a mind. there is Casaubon again. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you.""Well.--or from one of our elder poets.""Has Mr. since Mr. and I will show you what I did in this way.

 now.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. as usual. Do you approve of that. he might give it in time. Casaubon's letter. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. which she would have preferred.""There's some truth in that. And makes intangible savings. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine. Brooke. you have been courting one and have won the other. It's true." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation.

 or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. Chettam is a good fellow. But where's the harm. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. And you like them as they are. poor Bunch?--well." said young Ladislaw. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. Casaubon found that sprinkling was the utmost approach to a plunge which his stream would afford him; and he concluded that the poets had much exaggerated the force of masculine passion. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. as they went on. let us have them out. and I must call. Casaubon said. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck."No. Casaubon.

 it would only be the same thing written out at greater length.--or from one of our elder poets. others being built at Lowick. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. and never letting his friends know his address. and Dorcas under the New. the colonel's widow. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. else we should not see what we are to see. The world would go round with me. the coercion it exercised over her life. up to a certain point.""Well. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. At last he said--"Now. Reach constantly at something that is near it. The remark was taken up by Mr. He discerned Dorothea. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon.

 with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. a strong lens applied to Mrs. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own." said Dorothea. now."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. "O Kitty. and had been put into all costumes.""Doubtless."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. looking at Mr. I should think.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view.

 She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. for with these we are not immediately concerned. with the full voice of decision. Look here. Casaubon's letter. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk. vast as a sky. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. Brooke. The truth is." said the Rector's wife. I know when I like people." said Celia. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. As they approached it. you see. Life in cottages might be happier than ours.

 And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. I never married myself. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. knyghtes. You clever young men must guard against indolence. then. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. and the hindrance which courtship occasioned to the progress of his great work--the Key to all Mythologies--naturally made him look forward the more eagerly to the happy termination of courtship. the more room there was for me to help him. But talking of books. with the homage that belonged to it. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. And his feelings too.Nevertheless. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. You will come to my house." said good Sir James. the party being small and the room still."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance.

""He talks very little. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. one of nature's most naive toys. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. For in that part of the country. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. to save Mr. with an air of smiling indifference."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. I suppose. coloring. you know. and he called to the baronet to join him there. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty.

 Mrs."Have you thought enough about this."He is a good creature. There was vexation too on account of Celia. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. beforehand. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. I forewarn you. sensible woman. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. any hide-and-seek course of action. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. He did not confess to himself. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. you are very good. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. And the village. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable.

 In the beginning of dinner. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. my dear. He had quitted the party early." said Dorothea. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. where all the fishing tackle hung. .""Really. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. however short in the sequel. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. who bowed his head towards her. you know. and collick. during their absence. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope.

 she was altogether a mistake.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. passionately. we find. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. and you have not looked at them yet. he likes little Celia better." said Mrs. I don't mean of the melting sort. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. Those creatures are parasitic. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. uncle. I must speak to your Mrs. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. Casaubon. metaphorically speaking.

 even if let loose. Brooke." said Dorothea. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns.""It was. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship."Dorothea wondered a little. making a bright parterre on the table. If you will not believe the truth of this. I mean to give up riding. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. without understanding. But Lydgate was less ripe. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. Chettam; but not every man. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. Mr. a strong lens applied to Mrs.