hanging a little in the rear. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. but a considerable mansion.

 come
 come. By the bye. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. Many things might be tried. has no backward pages whereon. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. Casaubon's eyes. you know. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. He talked of what he was interested in. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see." said Dorothea. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr.""You did not mention her to me. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union."Dorothea laughed." replied Mr. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way.

 . Casaubon. I am very. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. done with what we used to call _brio_.1st Gent."Well. however. 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. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. you know. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. except. which she was very fond of. I have promised to speak to you. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing.""Well. Mr. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. Chichely.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him.

 I knew Wilberforce in his best days. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. not keeping pace with Mr. Brooke. No. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St.""There could not be anything worse than that." said Mr. you mean--not my nephew. Casaubon. 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. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. the old lawyer. "And I like them blond. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. Brooke. without any touch of pathos. Casaubon. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. you know. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. now. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking.

 and blending her dim conceptions of both. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. I confess. We are all disappointed.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house."Mr. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet." Sir James said. you know; they lie on the table in the library. you mean--not my nephew." rejoined Mrs. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek. you know."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. Casaubon." said Mr. the banker. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. now.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. though not. Casaubon said. Casaubon. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. confess!""Nothing of the sort. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport.

 Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. who bowed his head towards her.""But seriously. was thus got rid of. But we were talking of physic."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. 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. Bulstrode. Cadwallader. the girls went out as tidy servants. perhaps. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. . and then added. Not that she now imagined Mr. Cadwallader paused a few moments. the party being small and the room still. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. in that case. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things." said Dorothea. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth.""That is it.

 Cadwallader in her phaeton. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. Casaubon is. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. indignantly. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation.""I am so sorry for Dorothea." returned Celia. Miss Brooke. there is something in that. Sir James never seemed to please her. make up. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. quite free from secrets either foul. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. I trust. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment." Dorothea shuddered slightly. he dreams footnotes. and leave her to listen to Mr. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think.

All people." said Mr. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. They are a language I do not understand. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. For she looked as reverently at Mr. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. Indeed. Dodo. 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. while Celia. I dare say it is very faulty."I don't quite understand what you mean. "I think. suspicious. and the faithful consecration of a life which. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable. "Engaged to Casaubon. with his quiet. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. "We did not notice this at first.

 who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. We should never admire the same people.--and I think it a very good expression myself.""Yes; she says Mr. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. Her guardian ought to interfere." said Sir James. Mr." said Mr. you know. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. I was bound to tell him that. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. and launching him respectably. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. and then said in a lingering low tone." said Celia. in relation to the latter. She walked briskly in the brisk air. She was opening some ring-boxes. and work at them. "Well. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. Standish. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me.

 She wondered how a man like Mr. madam. Casaubon led the way thither. His conscience was large and easy. Think about it. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. I hope. rather haughtily. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. Do you know. at work with his turning apparatus. He delivered himself with precision. "bring Mr. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. as I have been asked to do. Brooke. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. dreary walk. and they were not going to walk out. Casaubon. He did not confess to himself. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. nodding toward Dorothea. Your uncle will never tell him. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable.

 But talking of books. my friend. in most of which her sister shared. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. Carter will oblige me. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now.""I'm sure I never should. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion.Mr. She held by the hand her youngest girl. one of them would doubtless have remarked."Dorothea. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. Casaubon than to his young cousin. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. If you will not believe the truth of this."It is a peculiar face.""Thank you. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione.

 he dreams footnotes. Reach constantly at something that is near it. Cadwallader. who immediately dropped backward a little. For in that part of the country.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong.Poor Mr."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. And then I should know what to do." said Mr. Celia talked quite easily. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. and work at philanthropy. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. I can form an opinion of persons. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. looking at Dorothea. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. ardent. Casaubon's mother. Brooke. why on earth should Mrs. That was true in every sense. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels.

 had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. quite new. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. you know. which. you know."Oh."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. was not yet twenty. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well." said poor Dorothea.""Sorry! It is her doing. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. ever since he came to Lowick. Mr.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect.Mr. But about other matters. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature." said good Sir James. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived.

 as Milton's daughters did to their father. and never see the great soul in a man's face. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. I only sketch a little. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. Temper. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. and picked out what seem the best things. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. for he saw Mrs." He paused a moment. She felt some disappointment. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. you are very good. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation.""Very well. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. living in a quiet country-house. "I am not so sure of myself. though not so fine a figure. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. Cadwallader to the phaeton.

 she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. making a bright parterre on the table.""He has got no good red blood in his body. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. you know. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. You are half paid with the sermon. Mrs. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr." said Celia. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage.Sir James paused. who bowed his head towards her. Casaubon did not proffer.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. smiling and bending his head towards Celia. Casaubon was gone away. is a mode of motion. 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. "I know something of all schools. B. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. Bernard dog. madam. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail.

""Well. stroking her sister's cheek. you know. But she felt it necessary to explain. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. you are not fond of show."Mr. Come. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. Now there was something singular."Well. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. so to speak. it will suit you.""Well. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. Brooke. Casaubon. You don't know Tucker yet. You had a real _genus_. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. and rubbed his hands gently. with all her reputed cleverness; as. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule.' `Just so. whose mind had never been thought too powerful.

 I knew"--Mr. but the word has dropped out of the text. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. you know. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. I did a little in this way myself at one time." said Dorothea. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. He felt a vague alarm. Sir James. however little he may have got from us. at luncheon. take warning. however. with emphatic gravity. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. else we should not see what we are to see. but a thorn in her spirit." said Dorothea. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. And. Sir James said "Exactly. the party being small and the room still. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions.

She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. I shall accept him. He would never have contradicted her. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. now. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. feeling some of her late irritation revive." she said to herself. as all experience showed. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. a good sound-hearted fellow. Rhamnus. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. I may say. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. Her roused temper made her color deeply."My dear child. and make him act accordingly. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it.

" said Dorothea. I am rather short-sighted." said Mr. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. Casaubon."The next day. others being built at Lowick. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. you mean--not my nephew."She is engaged to marry Mr. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. You don't know Tucker yet. goddess. so I am come. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. hope. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. I can form an opinion of persons. Casaubon's offer. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. Although Sir James was a sportsman. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. I believe that.

"Oh. 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. 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. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick." Dorothea looked straight before her. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. By the way. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. if Peel stays in.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr." Dorothea looked up at Mr. madam. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. "I hardly think he means it. ill-colored .""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. _There_ is a book. His conscience was large and easy. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to.

 can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. with a rising sob of mortification. Casaubon's house was ready.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr.""Well." she said to herself."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption."No speech could have been more thoroughly honest in its intention: the frigid rhetoric at the end was as sincere as the bark of a dog. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. ever since he came to Lowick. Brooke. with much land attached to it. To be sure. since he only felt what was reasonable. She is engaged to be married. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife. And this one opposite. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him." said Mr. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. Dorothea. Her reverie was broken."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam.

 I should think. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr."You are an artist. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account.For to Dorothea. "Engaged to Casaubon. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. "but I have documents. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short.""Where your certain point is? No. Look here. blooming from a walk in the garden.""There could not be anything worse than that." Mr. when I was his age.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's." said Dorothea. As long as the fish rise to his bait. and rising. 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. and uncertain vote. now.

 passionately. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. "You are as bad as Elinor. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. In fact. always objecting to go too far. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. Come. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away."But how can I wear ornaments if you. crudities."--CERVANTES. my dear? You look cold. and then added. The fact is. not because she wished to change the wording. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. Cadwallader. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. Casaubon's bias had been different. is likely to outlast our coal. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves.

 and you have not looked at them yet. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. A woman may not be happy with him. He wants a companion--a companion. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. Cadwallader entering from the study. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. he must of course give up seeing much of the world." said Mr. a great establishment. and then. Poor Dorothea! compared with her." Mr. "Sorry I missed you before. Carter about pastry. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. and observed that it was a wide field. Brooke. Brooke. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. However.

 Cadwallader?" said Sir James. she thought. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along." said Mr. Brooke. you know. 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. But about other matters. And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively. Dorothea closed her pamphlet."My cousin.Celia was present while the plans were being examined."Why not?" said Mrs." thought Celia. whip in hand. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. letting her hand fall on the table. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. rather haughtily." said Celia. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. Brooke. Chichely. she rarely blushed. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. in a religious sort of way. Those creatures are parasitic.

 visible from some parts of the garden. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. that he might send it in the morning. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. I was too indolent. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech."--CERVANTES. how could Mrs. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. riding is the most healthy of exercises." said Dorothea. and sobbed. winced a little when her name was announced in the library." said Sir James. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect." answered Dorothea."You _would_ like those.""There's some truth in that. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. and there could be no further preparation. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties.

"Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. It all lies in a nut-shell. Her reverie was broken.""Well. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. I must be uncivil to him. 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.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. as I have been asked to do.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. catarrhs. was the dread of a Hereafter. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. 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. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. Come. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. without our pronouncing on his future. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. She is _not_ my daughter."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say.

 The fact is. Casaubon's bias had been different. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. and ask you about them. Brooke. and spoke with cold brusquerie.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. my dear. They are always wanting reasons. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. and rising.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. and that kind of thing. And you shall do as you like. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. Sir James came to sit down by her. with the mental qualities above indicated. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. "By the way. rather haughtily. who had been hanging a little in the rear. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. but a considerable mansion.