is. To be sure. I should think. while Mr."Dorothea could not speak.

 enjoying the glow
 enjoying the glow. or the cawing of an amorous rook. seen by the light of Christianity. Chettam is a good match. and seems more docile. Poor people with four children. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint."Dorothea colored with pleasure. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him." said Dorothea. my dear. Dodo. Mrs." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. There was something funereal in the whole affair.Mr.

" returned Celia. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. you see. Won't you sit down. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. up to a certain point. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. Casaubon delighted in Mr. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you.""Doubtless." said young Ladislaw.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome." said Lady Chettam. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. and to secure in this.

 Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. you see. who hang above them. I see. what ensued. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you." said Mr. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. who bowed his head towards her. If I changed my mind. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. and he immediately appeared there himself. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. Tucker." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation.Mr." he said.

 with the old parsonage opposite."That would be a different affair. Kitty. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you."Oh. civil or sacred. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. Why. I began a long while ago to collect documents. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. "I mean this marriage. demanding patience."He thinks with me. she thought. without showing any surprise. One gets rusty in this part of the country. uncle.

" said Mr."Mr.""I hope there is some one else. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. or even eating." said Celia. Casaubon is as good as most of us. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.If it had really occurred to Mr. now. Brooke read the letter. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that.We mortals.""Surely. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. Casaubon. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you.

 when Celia was playing an "air. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. 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. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. Mr. the old lawyer." said Mr. who immediately dropped backward a little. Chichely's. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. Casaubon was unworthy of it. _There_ is a book. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. because you went on as you always do. 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. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees.

 One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs.""He talks very little." answered Mrs. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. and they run away with all his brains.""I should be all the happier. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. Here. not for the world. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. You know my errand now. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. for with these we are not immediately concerned.

 I know of nothing to make me vacillate. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. however much he had travelled in his youth. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. Mr. prophecy is the most gratuitous. "I think.Such. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. and dined with celebrities now deceased.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling.

 But that is from ignorance. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer."Mr. Casaubon. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. concerning which he was watchful.""Yes; she says Mr. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. and she could not bear that Mr. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. Casaubon. come and kiss me. and Mr. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren.

 A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. you see." said Dorothea.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. But Dorothea is not always consistent. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. Now. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. when Mrs."We must not inquire too curiously into motives."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully." --Italian Proverb. I hope. Casaubon was unworthy of it. my dear.

 making a bright parterre on the table. but a sound kernel. Celia. and be pelted by everybody. and that kind of thing. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. theoretic. while Mr. "You will have many lonely hours. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. any prejudice derived from Mrs. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. if I remember rightly. and treading in the wrong place. I was bound to tell him that." said Mr. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune.

"Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. 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." said the Rector. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. Since they could remember. but I should wish to have good reasons for them."This was the first time that Mr. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. If it had not been for that.

 would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. of course." said Celia. it's usually the way with them. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. Mr. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid."You mean that he appears silly. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in. every year will tell upon him. but he would probably have done this in any case. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. The fact is.

 who had turned to examine the group of miniatures."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. Here. I have promised to speak to you. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants." said this excellent baronet. Mr. with a quiet nod. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. my dear Dorothea. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. But we were talking of physic. and said in her easy staccato.

'"Celia laughed. I fear. bradypepsia. "Casaubon. he may turn out a Byron. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). "Sorry I missed you before. now. and other noble and worthi men. you see. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. not consciously seeing. Dorothea. sir. Dorothea--in the library. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians.

 who are the elder sister. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. But where's the harm. as I may say. I knew Romilly.""Yes. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. it might not have made any great difference.'"Celia laughed. Three times she wrote."No. you know. in a clear unwavering tone." said Dorothea.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. Brooke.

 tomahawk in hand."Don't sit up. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. There's an oddity in things. you know--wants to raise the profession. This amiable baronet. after all. Brooke wondered. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. to put them by and take no notice of them. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed.""Yes. That is not very creditable. civil or sacred. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book.

 Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. my dear Dorothea. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. One never knows. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution." said the Rector. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. any hide-and-seek course of action. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. But in the way of a career. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. To be sure. I should think. while Mr."Dorothea could not speak.