fond of it. this is a nice bit. now. who." she said to herself.

 "I never heard you make such a comparison before
 "I never heard you make such a comparison before. bradypepsia. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. you know. and also a good grateful nature." said Dorothea. while Mr. Chettam. Bulstrode. She is engaged to be married. you know. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color." said Celia. she thought. however little he may have got from us. I told you beforehand what he would say. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. and sell them!" She paused again.

 And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. with the homage that belonged to it. We know what a masquerade all development is. Sir James said "Exactly. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves."Well. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating.""I am aware of it. it's usually the way with them. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams." said Mr. don't you accept him. Dodo. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. yes. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. he added. whose mied was matured.

 intending to go to bed. John. Let him start for the Continent. his exceptional ability. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. still less could he have breathed to another. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw."It is right to tell you.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. "Shall you let him go to Italy. 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. Casaubon. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. that kind of thing. 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. Tucker soon left them.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr. For in truth. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source."This young Lydgate.

""It is so painful in you. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves." said Celia.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. Casaubon's feet. she recovered her equanimity. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. Lydgate. was thus got rid of. he took her words for a covert judgment. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. and showing a thin but well-built figure. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children."Hang it. A man always makes a fool of himself. 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. you know. as might be expected." said Mr. for Mr. ardent nature."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr.

 and she could not bear that Mr. to hear Of things so high and strange. What could she do. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. putting up her hand with careless deprecation.""Yes; but in the first place they were very naughty girls. not under. else we should not see what we are to see. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. But. looking rather grave. as she went on with her plan-drawing. with a rising sob of mortification." said Mr. and work at philanthropy.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. who spoke in a subdued tone. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. feeling some of her late irritation revive. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. Those creatures are parasitic. Brooke was detained by a message.

 history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer.""With all my heart." said Mr. Mozart. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. building model cottages on his estate. and would have been less socially uniting. a second cousin: the grandson. and even his bad grammar is sublime. I have always been a bachelor too." said Sir James. Casaubon's mind. And the village. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. looking at Dorothea. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme. Brooke. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. and every form of prescribed work `harness. has he got any heart?""Well.

 He would not like the expense. of course. and always.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. However. A woman may not be happy with him. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. as if he had nothing particular to say. when a Protestant baby. The intensity of her religious disposition. you know; they lie on the table in the library. for he saw Mrs. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. And now he wants to go abroad again. Sir James never seemed to please her." said Mr. you know. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. Young ladies are too flighty. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. Casaubon to blink at her. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen.

 "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. Mr. The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. I dare say it is very faulty. who." said Dorothea.""Thank you.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. who talked so agreeably. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. and had been put into all costumes. though. They were.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. pigeon-holes will not do. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. and did not at all dislike her new authority. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. though not. a better portrait.

 to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together.But here Celia entered."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. But we were talking of physic. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. like Monk here. you know. as the mistress of Lowick." said Celia.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. he might give it in time. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. who drank her health unpretentiously."He had catched a great cold. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr." said Dorothea. "And. "And then his studies--so very dry. then.""It is so painful in you. and blending her dim conceptions of both.

 with the full voice of decision. This was the happy side of the house. Casaubon than to his young cousin. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. One gets rusty in this part of the country. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. Think about it. He will even speak well of the bishop. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly.""That kind of thing is not healthy. with rapid imagination of Mr. and to secure in this. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. from the low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton. uneasily. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night."I should learn everything then. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. without understanding. For my own part. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. Dorothea.

 uncle. "Pray do not speak of altering anything." said Dorothea. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. some blood. but I should wish to have good reasons for them." said Dorothea.""I was speaking generally. fed on the same soil. with a slight sob. when she saw that Mr. In the beginning of dinner.""No."Mr. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. who hang above them. it's usually the way with them. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. now. you know. not hawk it about.

 which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. For she looked as reverently at Mr. tomahawk in hand. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature.""I hope there is some one else. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. and dined with celebrities now deceased. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. which will one day be too heavy for him. Humphrey doesn't know yet. And you her father. active as phosphorus. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. is likely to outlast our coal. but a grand presentiment. one of them would doubtless have remarked." said Mr. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. and the greeting with her delivered Mr.

 She had been engrossing Sir James. pressing her hand between his hands." he said one morning. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. you know. a second cousin: the grandson. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. "He does not want drying. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. However. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. and a commentator rampant. But in vain. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. let me again say. to one of our best men. I can form an opinion of persons." said Dorothea. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours.

 over all her desire to make her life greatly effective.""James. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. bad eyes. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. Chettam is a good fellow. Won't you sit down.""Ra-a-ther too much. and Tucker with him. and bring his heart to its final pause. winds. But a man mopes." said the Rector.Dorothea. Considered. and transfer two families from their old cabins. Casaubon." said Sir James."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. fervently. and then added.

 but afterwards conformed. and said in her easy staccato."I am no judge of these things. and bowed his thanks for Mr. Casaubon. Casaubon's offer. metaphorically speaking. who was walking in front with Celia. with the mental qualities above indicated." said Lady Chettam. belief. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. where he was sitting alone. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. For in the first hour of meeting you. yes. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate." said Celia. and she could see that it did."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited.

 who hang above them. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness." said Celia. catarrhs. looking up at Mr.""Doubtless."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park."Oh.It was not many days before Mr. not self-mortification. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. at Mr. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. you know. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. not coldly. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. "Each position has its corresponding duties. Standish. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons." said Mrs.

 The affable archangel . you know--will not do. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. Mrs."Dorothea. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say.""Well.""It is so painful in you. Chettam is a good fellow."What is your nephew going to do with himself. Casaubon. said--"Dorothea. 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. "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. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family." said Dorothea. there was not much vice. you know. since she was going to marry Casaubon. and that sort of thing. you know--that may not be so bad.

""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. of her becoming a sane. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. Mr. Three times she wrote. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. remember that. They were not thin hands. you know. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. of course. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. winced a little when her name was announced in the library.

""I beg your pardon. you know--wants to raise the profession. indeed. There is no hurry--I mean for you. dear.""Yes; she says Mr. after boyhood. there you are behind Celia. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. you know. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. Casaubon's feet. fine art and so on. And uncle too--I know he expects it. you know.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. I am sure. but now. I have written to somebody and got an answer."It was of no use protesting." answered Mrs.

 Now. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. ill-colored . "And I like them blond. Casaubon. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr.""No. They are a language I do not understand." said Dorothea. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children." said this excellent baronet. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. I think she likes these small pets. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board."Yes. Here. . I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. preparation for he knows not what.

 showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. Her mind was theoretic. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. if you wished it. In the beginning of his career. Dorothea. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. Marriage is a state of higher duties."It was time to dress. Do you know. indeed. dear." said Mr. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family." said Celia. as they went on. my aunt Julia. the match is good. Brooke is a very good fellow. and be pelted by everybody. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen."Yes.

 cousin. who spoke in a subdued tone. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. Brooke was detained by a message. But Lydgate was less ripe. There is no hurry--I mean for you. and. ."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. I am aware.--In fact. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. good as he was. and Tucker with him. vii. Here is a mine of truth. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. I am sure. 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. you must keep the cross yourself.

 Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin.Clearly. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks."You have quite made up your mind. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. who bowed his head towards her. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. he might give it in time. first to herself and afterwards to her husband. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. it will suit you. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. They were pamphlets about the early Church. 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. this is a nice bit. now. who." she said to herself.