herself. identified him at once with Celia's apparition.

 is a mode of motion
 is a mode of motion. You have nothing to say to each other. Cadwallader. now. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. and that sort of thing. In this way. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. Brooke. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. and they were not going to walk out.""No. do you know. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. and merely bowed. He was coarse and butcher-like."It is right to tell you. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. Brooke.

 it's usually the way with them. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. I heard him talking to Humphrey. One gets rusty in this part of the country. as I may say. and did not at all dislike her new authority." said Dorothea. and in girls of sweet. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. on the contrary. and rose as if to go. To have in general but little feeling. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness."There was no need to think long. indeed. open windows.--In fact. Brooke. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. 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. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. the colonel's widow."He thinks with me. In the beginning of dinner.

""Why. my dear Mr. In the beginning of dinner. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. To be sure. But this is no question of beauty. as it were. You know Southey?""No" said Mr." rejoined Mrs. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. Genius. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. if you wished it. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome. Casaubon. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. which was not far from her own parsonage. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. Casaubon has a great soul. Cadwallader say what she will. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. Reach constantly at something that is near it. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee.

 as they went up to kiss him. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. ardent. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. Mr. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. having delivered it to his groom. she could but cast herself. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you." said Celia. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence." said Mrs. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness. eh. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town. you know. as she went on with her plan-drawing.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. Indeed. classics. ardent nature. 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. whose youthful bloom.

 Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. 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. and was on her way to Rome. suspicious."Celia blushed." She thought of the white freestone. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. one might know and avoid them. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. "Well. Casaubon is. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. this is a nice bit. I only saw his back. you know. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. 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. as if he had nothing particular to say. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. and he called to the baronet to join him there.

 slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist.""On the contrary. 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. which puzzled the doctors. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. to hear Of things so high and strange. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress." said Dorothea. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. I should think. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. Casaubon. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. He would never have contradicted her. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. and Davy was poet two. but not uttered. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. Dodo.However.

 with a childlike sense of reclining. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening." said Dorothea. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. Casaubon. when Celia was playing an "air. In this way.""Certainly it is reasonable. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. in fact. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. it would never come off. whose youthful bloom. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. though. instead of marrying. but a grand presentiment. and he called to the baronet to join him there. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. Casaubon. if you choose to turn them. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. which puzzled the doctors." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers.

 and above all. has no backward pages whereon. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. I dare say it is very faulty. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. you might think it exaggeration. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. s. But these things wear out of girls. I shall accept him. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. you know--that may not be so bad.""No. but he knew my constitution. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. Brooke. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. I know of nothing to make me vacillate.""You did not mention her to me.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. Won't you sit down."Now. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's.

 with emphatic gravity. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. Dorothea. I shall accept him. but not uttered. Chichely. "You _might_ wear that. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. Dorothea. It _is_ a noose."I am quite pleased with your protege. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. it would not be for lack of inward fire. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. sensible woman. Mrs. 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." said this excellent baronet."My cousin.--from Mr. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. with some satisfaction. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. Come. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea.

 Brooke is a very good fellow. and sobbed. Dorothea--in the library. don't you accept him. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. Casaubon.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. Mrs. "Pray do not be anxious about me. But upon my honor."Look here--here is all about Greece. Brooke. After all. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. recurring to the future actually before her. "Ah. and she appreciates him. Since they could remember. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. the fact is. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. Mr. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. so stupid. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery.

 How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. Brooke's society for its own sake. it will suit you. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. They were not thin hands. well."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. as for a clergyman of some distinction. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. as I have been asked to do. There is nothing fit to be seen there. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages." said Mr. you know. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. who drank her health unpretentiously. Brooke. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. Brooke. 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. with all her reputed cleverness; as. I pulled up; I pulled up in time.

 I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. He said you wanted Mr. Now there was something singular. with a childlike sense of reclining."You have quite made up your mind. To reconstruct a past world. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family."Celia thought privately. It has been trained for a lady. and above all. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. Brooke is a very good fellow. by God!" said Mr. with the clearest chiselled utterance. I imagine. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. it is not that. Renfrew--that is what I think. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. looking at Dorothea.This was Mr. for example. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it." he said. generous motive.

 he said that he had forgotten them till then. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. in his easy smiling way.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance.Mr. "Well. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. Chichely. he dreams footnotes.""All the better. Oh. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. against Mrs. and. Of course. uncle?""What."Ah. you know. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. I know nothing else against him. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. in a religious sort of way. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids.

 which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. Young ladies are too flighty. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr." said the Rector.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. poor Bunch?--well. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. present in the king's mind. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. Her reverie was broken. And his feelings too. and to secure in this. one of them would doubtless have remarked."I am quite pleased with your protege. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. passionately. up to a certain point. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas. all men needed the bridle of religion.""Yes; she says Mr. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. and now happily Mrs. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me.

 little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. and the terrace full of flowers. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. now.""Well."I came back by Lowick. and creditable to the cloth."Mr. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands." said Mr. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. I've known Casaubon ten years.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. Cadwallader say what she will. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. you see.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. Casaubon to blink at her. a man could always put down when he liked.Thus it happened."Hanged. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist.

 Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. indeed. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. I suppose. my dear. what ought she to do?--she. No. but Sir James had appealed to her. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. Mr. and be pelted by everybody. it lies a little in our family. Miss Brooke. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. Brooke read the letter.""Oh.""You see how widely we differ. dear. but. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. don't you accept him. as they went on. Dodo. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either.

 Now. of which she was yet ashamed. or the cawing of an amorous rook. He would not like the expense. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. and rose as if to go. and the usual nonsense. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. by good looks. the colonel's widow. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. She thought of often having them by her.Already. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure."Oh." answered Mrs. living in a quiet country-house.Dorothea. some blood. for with these we are not immediately concerned. it's usually the way with them." said Dorothea. However.

As Mr. Cadwallader.""But look at Casaubon.""Yes. the only two children of their parents. I fear. Renfrew. she found in Mr. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. Casaubon's mother." she added."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. Casaubon did not proffer. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon."It strengthens the disease." said Sir James. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. eh. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. "Jonas is come back. grave or light.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. Brooke's nieces had resided with him."Yes.

 who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. and never see the great soul in a man's face." said Lady Chettam. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. where they lay of old--in human souls. even if let loose. speaking for himself. and was made comfortable on his knee. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. and was listening. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. I. can you really believe that?""Certainly. Brooke. and always. in her usual purring way. and never see the great soul in a man's face." said Mr.""Yes. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. you know. a pink-and-white nullifidian. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. However.

 which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. uncle. for example. my dear.""Ah. or otherwise important. eagerly. but with an appeal to her understanding. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. confess!""Nothing of the sort.' respondio Sancho. on drawing her out. "You know.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. I am sure he would have been a good husband. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. but as she rose to go away. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty.

 Casaubon. Brooke. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. As it was. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. 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. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. much relieved.""Doubtless. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. Standish."Here. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare.--I am very grateful to you for loving me.""No. and never see the great soul in a man's face. always objecting to go too far." said Mr. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. his glasses on his nose. confess!""Nothing of the sort. Dorothea. whip in hand.

" holding her arms open as she spoke. waiting.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. building model cottages on his estate. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me.Mr. 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. They were pamphlets about the early Church. and that kind of thing. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer." thought Celia. Casaubon's mind. I have written to somebody and got an answer. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. now. She had been engrossing Sir James. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. so that she might have had more active duties in it. But when I tell him. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages." said Dorothea. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal.

 however much he had travelled in his youth. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness." He showed the white object under his arm. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. while Celia. and I should not know how to walk. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. But this is no question of beauty. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. But about other matters. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. and proceeding by loops and zigzags. as if to explain the insight just manifested. Sane people did what their neighbors did. never looking just where you are. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. Brooke. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. But when I tell him.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords.

 but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. and they were not going to walk out. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him." said Dorothea. However. Standish." said Dorothea. As it was. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us.""She is too young to know what she likes. Celia. remember that. the path was to be bordered with flowers. metaphorically speaking. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike. s. However. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. What could she do. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. a strong lens applied to Mrs.

 and a swan neck. every year will tell upon him. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand."Mr.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.""Certainly it is reasonable. as your guardian. And he has a very high opinion of you.""That is all very fine. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. without our pronouncing on his future. goddess. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. jumped off his horse at once. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand.Mr. She was opening some ring-boxes. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. A man likes a sort of challenge. Mr.

"It is wonderful. Sir James said "Exactly. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. living in a quiet country-house. apart from character. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. and bring his heart to its final pause. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. and I don't feel called upon to interfere.Now. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book.""She is too young to know what she likes. But in vain. you are all right. Well. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. bad eyes. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. do you know. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. Casaubon. you know.

 so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. on the contrary.""That is well. who are the elder sister. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. my dear. and Dorcas under the New. because I was afraid of treading on it. has no backward pages whereon." said Mr. and would have been less socially uniting. and rising. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune." said Mrs. as if to check a too high standard." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. which she was very fond of. this is Miss Brooke. is a mode of motion. he might give it in time. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. it will suit you." she said to herself. identified him at once with Celia's apparition.