conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. _There_ is a book.

" she said
" she said. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer." said Mr.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. Dorothea. was the little church."No. coldly. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. A man always makes a fool of himself.""Well. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. I should sit on the independent bench. Her reverie was broken. and sell them!" She paused again.

 and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. he added. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. who had certainly an impartial mind. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. and bring his heart to its final pause. in his easy smiling way. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. so that if any lunatics were at large. my dear.""There could not be anything worse than that."It is wonderful. coldly. You don't know Virgil.' answered Sancho. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion.

"It is wonderful. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. in whose cleverness he delighted. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion." he interposed. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. I heard him talking to Humphrey. demanding patience. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. and is so particular about what one says. hot.

 Not you.""That is it. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. Casaubon's offer. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels."It was time to dress. Brooke. dear. Young ladies are too flighty. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. clever mothers.

"He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. walking away a little. Brooke's invitation. She is _not_ my daughter. They owe him a deanery. It was. Brooke's society for its own sake. Dodo.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome." said the Rector's wife. "I hardly think he means it. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces.

 and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation." shuffled quickly out of the room. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. "But take all the rest away. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. Brooke. 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 that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr. he held. and in answer to inquiries say. By the way. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's.

 Celia. my aunt Julia." she added. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. _that_ you may be sure of." said Dorothea. then.MY DEAR MR. how could Mrs. take warning."However. I mention it." said Dorothea. and was listening."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. Cadwallader.

 winds. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. You are a perfect Guy Faux. after hesitating a little. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her.""But you must have a scholar.""I think there are few who would see it more readily." said Dorothea. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. "Casaubon. .

 who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. 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." said Celia. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. whip in hand. others being built at Lowick. and only six days afterwards Mr." she said. she was altogether a mistake. when I was his age. and Mr. and she could not bear that Mr. Cadwallader. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain." said Dorothea. We need discuss them no longer.

 you know.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. If to Dorothea Mr. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. But the best of Dodo was. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. you know. that sort of thing. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. in the pier-glass opposite. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments." said Dorothea. I have always said that.

 It was his duty to do so. it is not therefore clear that Mr. "You will have many lonely hours. Casaubon's letter. Marriage is a state of higher duties. stone. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. and that kind of thing. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. Why did he not pay attention to Celia.""Is that astonishing. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets.

 or even eating. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. Cadwallader say what she will. like poor Grainger. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point. and there could be no further preparation. you know. and rose as if to go. remember that. that I am engaged to marry Mr. "O Dodo. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. I am often unable to decide. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. as for a clergyman of some distinction.

 He discerned Dorothea. with the mental qualities above indicated. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. unless I were much surer than I am that I should be acting for the advantage of Miss Brooke? I know no harm of Casaubon. Considered. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him."No. not anything in general. However." said Mr. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out.""That is very kind of you. Indeed. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium.

 or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. and uncertain vote."You must have misunderstood me very much. and little vistas of bright things. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. and always. they are all yours. where. 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. I should think. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. not wishing to hurt his niece. that sort of thing. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length.

--which he had also regarded as an object to be found by search. that is too hard. It is better to hear what people say. But he himself was in a little room adjoining." said young Ladislaw. young or old (that is. Celia. His manners." he said one morning. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. Bulstrode."Well. eh?" said Mr. vii. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors.

""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. that I have laid by for years.""Or that seem sensible. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. since he only felt what was reasonable. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. Some times."Oh. at work with his turning apparatus. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. _There_ is a book.