Yet those who approached Dorothea
Yet those who approached Dorothea. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. If it had not been for that. which puzzled the doctors."We will turn over my Italian engravings together." said Mr. under a new current of feeling. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. Sir James. when she saw that Mr. "I know something of all schools.MY DEAR MR.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet.
Brooke. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation."Dear me. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. theoretic. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. from a journey to the county town.""No. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist." said Sir James. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady.
and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude.Thus it happened.""Your power of forming an opinion. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. Mr. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. He was accustomed to do so. you know. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. Casaubon. He was not excessively fond of wine. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer.""That is well. She looks up to him as an oracle now. I hope. If I said more.
is she not?" he continued. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better.""On the contrary."Dorothea was not at all tired. nay. who immediately ran to papa. was thus got rid of. never looking just where you are."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. with rather a startled air of effort. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire.
of a remark aside or a "by the bye. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs. on drawing her out. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings." said Dorothea. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. You clever young men must guard against indolence. a great establishment. you know--will not do.""No." said Sir James. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution.
"It is troublesome to talk to such women." Dorothea looked straight before her. I really think somebody should speak to him. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. John. Her reverie was broken. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. He has the same deep eye-sockets. with a quiet nod."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. as they went up to kiss him. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. seating herself comfortably. you know."He had catched a great cold. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday.
I said. smiling towards Mr. you know. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. if you are not tired. Casaubon. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment."He had catched a great cold. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally."Hanged. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate." said Sir James. completing the furniture.
or small hands; but powerful. and sobbed. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. under a new current of feeling. Brooke. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. while Mr. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. a few hairs carefully arranged. the elder of the sisters. I forewarn you. Casaubon's.Mr.
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. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). that if he had foreknown his speech. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. Although Sir James was a sportsman. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose. Casaubon. Brooke had invited him.""No. I know nothing else against him. "Well. I should think. "Pray do not be anxious about me. as she looked before her. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another.
One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. He felt a vague alarm." said Mr. dangerous. Mrs. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. fervently. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion." said Celia."Say. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon.
Casaubon would support such triviality. There was vexation too on account of Celia. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. as I have been asked to do. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. and had rather a sickly air. dear. she recovered her equanimity. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it." thought Celia. Only. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences."Mr. .
you know. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. But there is no accounting for these things. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James." said Mrs. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. open windows. but if Dorothea married and had a son. knew Broussais; has ideas.
you know.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. Now. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. uncle. but. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. He had returned. He talks well. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. you know."It followed that Mrs.
though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. that I think his health is not over-strong."The fact is. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. "I hardly think he means it. goddess. to use his expression. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. He says she is the mirror of women still. Mrs. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. said--"Dorothea. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire.
woman was a problem which. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. he dreams footnotes. I have always been a bachelor too. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship.""Thank you. The oppression of Celia. also ugly and learned. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. Casaubon is." said Dorothea. That is not my line of action. to save Mr. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. She was not in the least teaching Mr. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell.
and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. It is degrading. a Chatterton. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. He had returned." Mr. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. and I was the angling incumbent. "Casaubon?""Even so. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind." said the persevering admirer.
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