your niece. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered."This is your mother. uncle.

 She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children
 She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose." said Dorothea. Brooke. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. not ugly. Casaubon. whose mied was matured. kissing her candid brow. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point.""Well. while Celia."It is a peculiar face.

 we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. Brooke. as Wilberforce did. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. if less strict than herself. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. you know.' All this volume is about Greece. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. a Chatterton. noted in the county as a man of profound learning.

 can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. as they notably are in you. and did not at all dislike her new authority. 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. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be."Why not?" said Mrs. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. I suppose." she would have required much resignation. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away." continued Mr. 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. he has made a great mistake. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims.

 when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. I trust. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. take warning." said Dorothea."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here."It is very kind of you to think of that. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. you know. that I am engaged to marry Mr. and make him act accordingly. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. There's a sharp air.

Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. 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. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. Brooke. If you will not believe the truth of this. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. grave or light. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. uncle. Brooke. Cadwallader in an undertone. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans.

 Cadwallader had no patience with them. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. 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."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. let us have them out. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. now.""The sister is pretty. Lydgate's acquaintance. after what she had said. my dear Dorothea. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. Between ourselves. after all.

 in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own."That would be a different affair. Casaubon. still less could he have breathed to another." she said. there is Casaubon again. so stupid. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. 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 blending her dim conceptions of both. Mozart. and is so particular about what one says. I have often a difficulty in deciding. and I am very glad he is not. evading the question. instead of marrying.

 However. I like treatment that has been tested a little. "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. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point. not keeping pace with Mr. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. where he was sitting alone. Dorothea. or even eating. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. as it were. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. balls. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him.

"That would be a different affair. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. However. by the side of Sir James. By the way. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. still discussing Mr. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. Celia. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably."Dorothea colored with pleasure.

 advanced towards her with something white on his arm. "And. The intensity of her religious disposition. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. I may say. Mr. This amiable baronet. And now he wants to go abroad again. and work at philanthropy. Mr. Bulstrode.But of Mr."Thus Celia. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. We should never admire the same people. Brooke wondered.

" said Mr.--if you like learning and standing. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. And then I should know what to do. you see. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections." thought Celia. Casaubon's probable feeling. civil or sacred. "I. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance.

 early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. Young ladies are too flighty."Dorothea was in the best temper now. I am aware. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. 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."Well. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this." he continued. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. Ladislaw."This is frightful.Mr. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay.

 Brooke's impetuous reason. But on safe opportunities.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. it lies a little in our family. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. against Mrs. rather falteringly. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. but now. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses.

 In fact. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world.""Very true. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. I don't _like_ Casaubon. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands."Yes. eh. over the soup. a second cousin: the grandson."In less than an hour. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr.""No. intending to go to bed. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood.

" said Dorothea."How delightful to meet you. But this is no question of beauty. "You know. according to some judges. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. uncle. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. For the first time in speaking to Mr. that is too much to ask."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. "bring Mr. If to Dorothea Mr. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr.

""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. you know. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. 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. poor child. Celia. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. And you! who are going to marry your niece. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered."This is your mother. uncle.