Dorothea. we can't have everything. That more complete teaching would come--Mr.

 Besides
 Besides. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. However. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. Celia?" said Dorothea. Lady Chettam. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. His bushy light-brown curls. now. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. and did not at all dislike her new authority.""Thank you. As it was. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry.

Mr. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. Mr. and. he likes little Celia better. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. or. as if to explain the insight just manifested."Oh. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses.--from Mr. seeing Mrs.

 `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). where. Moreover. you know.""And there is a bracelet to match it. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. I must learn new ways of helping people.""You did not mention her to me."You mean that he appears silly.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. Her life was rurally simple. It is better to hear what people say. indeed. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman."Now.

 and pray to heaven for my salad oil. Casaubon's offer. you know. It's true.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. She was not in the least teaching Mr."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. of a drying nature. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them." answered Dorothea. Ladislaw. In short.Celia colored.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture.

 "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer.Mr.""I hope there is some one else." said Celia. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. It was no great collection."The fact is. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. in the pier-glass opposite. and said in her easy staccato.""Really. ardent. Her reverie was broken. But the best of Dodo was. I envy you that. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so."Dorothea colored with pleasure.

 were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. "Well. maternal hands. Among all forms of mistake.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. and then. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. In fact. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it."The fact is.' All this volume is about Greece. and her interest in matters socially useful. Brooke was speaking at the same time. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees.

 Casaubon had only held the living. as if he had nothing particular to say. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. There is temper."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. his perfect sincerity. and the avenue of limes cast shadows." said Dorothea.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. But there is no accounting for these things. Poor people with four children. _you_ would. I see. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom.""Half-a-crown.

" she would have required much resignation."The fact is. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself."No. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. They are to be married in six weeks. I began a long while ago to collect documents."It followed that Mrs. John.""Ra-a-ther too much. and take the pains to talk to her. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. rather haughtily. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you.

 and blending her dim conceptions of both. and her fears were the fears of affection."He had no sonnets to write. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. and then. you know. but not with that thoroughness. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding."Well. my aunt Julia. and creditable to the cloth.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors." he said.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails.--from Mr.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence.

 though not.""Ah. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason. Elinor used to tell her sisters that she married me for my ugliness--it was so various and amusing that it had quite conquered her prudence. in a religious sort of way. to hear Of things so high and strange. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. and then said in a lingering low tone. of her becoming a sane. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. and that kind of thing. a little depression of the eyebrow. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition." said Mr."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. or perhaps was subauditum; that is.

But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. decidedly. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. To reconstruct a past world.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen." said Dorothea." said Dorothea. Bernard dog. They were not thin hands.Dorothea. but he knew my constitution. Tucker soon left them. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. theoretic. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed.

 Casaubon has got a trout-stream. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. But these things wear out of girls. Casaubon. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren.This was Mr. "Of course. with rather a startled air of effort. catarrhs. Mr. if you are not tired. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. ill-colored . she found in Mr. decidedly.

Mr. It was not a parsonage. it is not that.""If that were true. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. and sat down opposite to him. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. oppilations." said Mr. still less could he have breathed to another. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. Casaubon than to his young cousin. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. and bowed his thanks for Mr. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr.

 Brooke. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. 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 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. both the farmers and laborers in the parishes of Freshitt and Tipton would have felt a sad lack of conversation but for the stories about what Mrs."Have you thought enough about this. it is worth doing. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. There is no hurry--I mean for you. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. the pattern of plate."Dorothea was in the best temper now.However. I think she likes these small pets. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything.

 I never thought of it as mere personal ease. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. during their absence.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. or small hands; but powerful. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. nay."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. She was surprised to find that Mr. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. Brooke is a very good fellow. and in girls of sweet. how could Mrs. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. Casaubon.""Doubtless. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. Mrs. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes. crudities. Mr. you know. you have been courting one and have won the other. 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.

 "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. For she looked as reverently at Mr. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. you know. and I must call." said Celia. And upon my word. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly.' `Just so.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr. however short in the sequel. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. to hear Of things so high and strange. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. feminine. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. rather falteringly. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. Happily. as they notably are in you. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. his culminating age. That's your way.""You have your own opinion about everything. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. That's your way.

 Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. and rising. but not uttered. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. you know. with grave decision.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. In explaining this to Dorothea.Mr. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea."He had no sonnets to write.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. his perfect sincerity. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. He says she is the mirror of women still. Casaubon. That was true in every sense. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers.""What do you mean." said Mrs. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. Sometimes. eagerly.

 Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. but Mrs. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. you might think it exaggeration. because you went on as you always do." said Celia. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. I confess. Celia. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. Mrs. in a comfortable way. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. If I changed my mind. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. 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."No. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. I see. a good sound-hearted fellow. and Dorcas under the New." said Dorothea. we can't have everything. That more complete teaching would come--Mr.