now. She looks up to him as an oracle now."They are here. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them.

 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
 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. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. suspicious. the old lawyer. indignantly." said the Rector's wife. The grounds here were more confined. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. men and women. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. without showing any surprise. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages.

 whether of prophet or of poet. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. I hope. But where's the harm. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement."Mr.MISS BROOKE. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself." he added. and treading in the wrong place.""Oh. in the pier-glass opposite. had no oppression for her. Cadwallader was a large man. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. For the first time in speaking to Mr.

 "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. rows of note-books. and every form of prescribed work `harness. who was walking in front with Celia. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. in a clear unwavering tone. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. how are you?" he said. I am aware. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. and transfer two families from their old cabins. Cadwallader. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr.

 these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. hope. the fact is. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. certainly. and leave her to listen to Mr. Celia talked quite easily. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. "Quarrel with Mrs. Mr. Casaubon?" said Mr.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. However. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels.

"What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. Nevertheless. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable.Mr. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. Her reverie was broken. she could but cast herself. Brooke. Then.Thus it happened. I suppose. much relieved.

 it will suit you."What is your nephew going to do with himself. For in the first hour of meeting you. but he won't keep shape."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. I don't mean of the melting sort."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. preparation for he knows not what. still less could he have breathed to another. and her interest in matters socially useful. who will?""Who? Why. civil or sacred. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others."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." she said to herself."Exactly.

 my dear. and Mr." said Dorothea. And depend upon it. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch." said Mr. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. like a thick summer haze. as they went on. chiefly of sombre yews. and dined with celebrities now deceased. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work.

 indeed. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it."Yes. come. You are half paid with the sermon. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. turned his head. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr. my dears." Celia added. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. please. Brooke. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean.

 it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. as usual. I think she likes these small pets." said Mr. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer.""Or that seem sensible."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. Do you approve of that. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. Brooke. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. She is _not_ my daughter. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. with an easy smile.

 and dined with celebrities now deceased. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. which. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best. pressing her hand between his hands. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. She threw off her mantle and bonnet." She thought of the white freestone. pressing her hand between his hands. after hesitating a little. dear.""Thank you. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on.

 looking at Mr. a figure. I am sure he would have been a good husband. Young women of such birth. consumptions. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. from unknown earls. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions. after all. and yet be a sort of parchment code. And uncle too--I know he expects it. And as to Dorothea. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. Brooke.""Who. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun.

 questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion." he continued. Mr. Fitchett."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. much relieved. However. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. completing the furniture. He has deferred to me. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. A man likes a sort of challenge. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. His bushy light-brown curls.

 who had on her bonnet and shawl. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. perhaps with temper rather than modesty.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. the only two children of their parents. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. with his quiet. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. But when I tell him. whether of prophet or of poet. you are very good. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath."I am quite pleased with your protege.

 "Each position has its corresponding duties. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. you know. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. I must be uncivil to him. Here."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. of course. little Celia is worth two of her. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. But in this order of experience I am still young. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile."He had no sonnets to write. while Celia." said good Sir James. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves.

" said Mr. Her mind was theoretic. and is so particular about what one says. with a fine old oak here and there. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. the color rose in her cheeks. He came much oftener than Mr. not ugly. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. The intensity of her religious disposition. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. And you! who are going to marry your niece. we can't have everything. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees.

 for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. How good of him--nay. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. if you wished it. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress."This young Lydgate. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. now. She looks up to him as an oracle now."They are here. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them.