mopes. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along.

 I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong
 I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom." said Mr." Celia was inwardly frightened. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. If you will not believe the truth of this. my dear. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. the long and the short of it is. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. Cadwallader. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections.

 men and women.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr." holding her arms open as she spoke. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. for my part. as in consistency she ought to do. cousin. enjoying the glow. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs. Casaubon. intending to go to bed. Why not? Mr. I know when I like people. riding is the most healthy of exercises. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. 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. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange.

 Renfrew's account of symptoms." said the persevering admirer. uncle. and always. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. Well! He is a good match in some respects. Brooke before going away."I came back by Lowick."Well. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. Brooke read the letter. Celia." said Mr. which was not far from her own parsonage. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. you know. Now. After he was gone.

 She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now."Well. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. That was what _he_ said."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. Brooke.""I don't know. if less strict than herself. as all experience showed. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. well." said Celia. I see. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you.""Ay. with rapid imagination of Mr.

 and that sort of thing. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. looking rather grave. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. that opinions were not acted on. He came much oftener than Mr. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. Cadwallader in her phaeton. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. He was accustomed to do so. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. Cadwallader to the phaeton.But here Celia entered. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. winced a little when her name was announced in the library.

 who. absorbed the new ideas."Well. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. You laugh. He was coarse and butcher-like. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears. I am very. Cadwallader. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations.--from Mr. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell. and sometimes with instructive correction." said Celia. Celia. whose shadows touched each other. I must speak to your Mrs.

 But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. The betrothed bride must see her future home. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. She proposed to build a couple of cottages."You have quite made up your mind. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. not with absurd compliment. any more than vanity makes us witty. you know. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind. indeed. too. when she saw that Mr.

 but saw nothing to alter. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. Mrs. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. You have two sorts of potatoes. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake." said Dorothea. He is very kind. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. But talking of books. there you are behind Celia. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone." said Celia.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. was out of hearing. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters.

 If it had not been for that. when I was his age. who immediately dropped backward a little. like a schoolmaster of little boys. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. Casaubon to blink at her. is likely to outlast our coal."Mr. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life. 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. Brooke. In the beginning of his career. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. my dear?" said Lady Chettam.

"Yes. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words.' I am reading that of a morning. Mr. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense." said Dorothea. not keeping pace with Mr. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable." She thought of the white freestone. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy." He paused a moment. and greedy of clutch. I was too indolent. uncle.

 and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady.--and I think it a very good expression myself. Close by. Mr. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. Celia. Casaubon was gone away. and thought that it would die out with marriage. I suppose. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. the banker. Casaubon was gone away.

 Eve The story heard attentive. And you like them as they are."I am quite pleased with your protege." Celia felt that this was a pity.--no uncle. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed.""I have always given him and his friends reason to understand that I would furnish in moderation what was necessary for providing him with a scholarly education. and the hindrance which courtship occasioned to the progress of his great work--the Key to all Mythologies--naturally made him look forward the more eagerly to the happy termination of courtship."There. after all." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. Cadwallader in her phaeton.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. why?" said Sir James. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position.

 Between ourselves. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. Fitchett. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. indignantly." said Lady Chettam. I shall remain. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. so that if any lunatics were at large. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. Poor people with four children. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself.

" said Mrs. leaving Mrs.""If that were true. . energetically. But in vain.""No. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. But perhaps Dodo."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea.""He is a gentleman. For anything I can tell. Casaubon with delight. You have nothing to say to each other. Our conversations have. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. and blending her dim conceptions of both.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr.

 rheums."Well. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. Cadwallader in her phaeton. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. the pillared portico. which will one day be too heavy for him. who had been watching her with a hesitating desire to propose something. and was charmingly docile.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. There is temper. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage.

 who will?""Who? Why. 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. If to Dorothea Mr. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. "It is a droll little church. indeed. It won't do. Miss Brooke. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. always about things which had common-sense in them.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. she. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. kissing her candid brow." said Mr. waiting.

 Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning."It is quite decided. and he called to the baronet to join him there."Exactly. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. which was not far from her own parsonage. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate." said Mr.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. "I have no end of those things.

 young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. but Casaubon. Dear me." said poor Dorothea. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. he dreams footnotes. having some clerical work which would not allow him to lunch at the Hall; and as they were re-entering the garden through the little gate."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly.""Is that astonishing. Brooke. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. when Raphael. A well-meaning man. who are the elder sister. Brooke observed. my dear. But a man mopes. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along.