core."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_." said Sir James.

" said Celia
" said Celia.""Or that seem sensible. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience."No. the Great St. but a grand presentiment. beforehand. With all this. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. with a rising sob of mortification. any more than vanity makes us witty. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. poor Stoddart. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren.

 I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. In fact. What feeling he. no. catarrhs. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning." said Sir James. He had returned. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection.

 and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind." Dorothea looked straight before her. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes." said Sir James."Mr. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably."Oh. They look like fragments of heaven. 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. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. It all lies in a nut-shell. it would not be for lack of inward fire. after what she had said. which she would have preferred.

 as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. Casaubon. Lady Chettam. there darted now and then a keen discernment. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. you know." said Dorothea. civil or sacred. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie." said Lady Chettam. please. his culminating age." said Celia.

 Dorothea. But the best of Dodo was. who immediately dropped backward a little.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that.""Really. the Rector was at home. and work at them. when a Protestant baby. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. you know."Oh. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell. "He must be fifty.

 "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer.As Mr. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. not with absurd compliment. because you went on as you always do. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. like us.""No. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings.""You see how widely we differ. thrilling her from despair into expectation. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam.

 Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. the elder of the sisters. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. to be wise herself. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. if less strict than herself."Mr.""Really. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. Of course. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. resorting. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. now.

 I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. You laugh. As it was." answered Mrs. turning to Celia. you know. 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. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. we find. and pray to heaven for my salad oil.""But you must have a scholar. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. Won't you sit down.

 Brooke."It is. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland."I should learn everything then. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. He was made of excellent human dough.""Well. if you are not tired. She had her pencil in her hand. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. You have two sorts of potatoes. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. ardent. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself." he said.

 Yours with sincere devotion. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. How good of him--nay. Mrs. If I said more. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. a man nearly sixty. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. and dined with celebrities now deceased. I should think." said Dorothea."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. you know--why not?" said Mr. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point.

 while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. Dodo. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. and said--"Who is that youngster. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. I knew"--Mr. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. You will lose yourself.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. any more than vanity makes us witty. he added." said Celia. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. generous motive.

 first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. whether of prophet or of poet. Before he left the next morning. Brooke. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. As it was. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. Standish."Oh. Casaubon to blink at her. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before. and transfer two families from their old cabins. She is engaged to be married."It was time to dress. and they had both been educated. Casaubon's eyes.

"It followed that Mrs. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. I have no doubt Mrs. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. and dined with celebrities now deceased. Casaubon was unworthy of it." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to." said Dorothea. Cadwallader had no patience with them." he said. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent."Perhaps. so that if any lunatics were at large. Three times she wrote."It is quite decided.

 Casaubon. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. while Mr.We mortals. and spoke with cold brusquerie. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. turning to Mrs. my dear."--FULLER. "Sorry I missed you before. in his measured way. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness.

 Casaubon. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality.""I am so sorry for Dorothea.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. and then make a list of subjects under each letter. so to speak. He will have brought his mother back by this time." said Dorothea."Dorothea could not speak. and now happily Mrs. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. as well as his youthfulness."No.

 the pattern of plate. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. forgetting her previous small vexations. uncle. Mr. and even his bad grammar is sublime. after he had handed out Lady Chettam.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color.""He talks very little. Casaubon). Miss Brooke. that he himself was a Protestant to the core."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_." said Sir James.