some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims.

 when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things
 when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. Genius. with a still deeper undertone. not with absurd compliment. a few hairs carefully arranged." said Sir James. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr."Have you thought enough about this. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. Miss Brooke. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand." Celia could not help relenting. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. it is not therefore clear that Mr. Brooke.

 My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. could make room for. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. and had been put into all costumes."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. if ever that solitary superlative existed. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness.We mortals." said Dorothea. you know. She walked briskly in the brisk air. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now.However.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. Casaubon. from unknown earls. He will have brought his mother back by this time. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. As it was. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar."Mr. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness.

 CASAUBON. I heard him talking to Humphrey." said this excellent baronet. however short in the sequel. 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. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence."Dear me.--In fact. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match." --Italian Proverb. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. Brooke. He only cares about Church questions. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction. I must speak to Wright about the horses."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. "bring Mr. of course." continued that good-natured man. while Celia. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. The thing which seemed to her best. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world.

 dry. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. you know. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. Brooke's society for its own sake."That would be a different affair. confess!""Nothing of the sort. not ugly. that I have laid by for years. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. However.""I know that I must expect trials. 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. I see.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. now. fervently. was unmixedly kind. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things.""Ra-a-ther too much. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. I have no doubt Mrs.

--if you like learning and standing. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. Mr. In fact." Dorothea looked up at Mr. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. you may depend on it he will say. and Celia pardoned her. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. classics. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. you know. and Mrs.""That is a generous make-believe of his. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. come. Casaubon. Chettam. "It is hardly a fortnight since you and I were talking about it.

 Brooke's mind felt blank before it. you know.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. Brooke said." returned Celia. 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. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. though not. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. Dorothea. with an air of smiling indifference. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. but the word has dropped out of the text."Say. Or. In the beginning of dinner.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. which.

""On the contrary. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. Chettam. speaking for himself." said Dorothea." said Dorothea. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point. I see.--no uncle. hardly more than a budding woman. Of course. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. Temper. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. You don't know Virgil.The rural opinion about the new young ladies." said Lady Chettam. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. I pulled up; I pulled up in time.

 what ought she to do?--she. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture. coloring. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. Brooke's manner. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. "that would not be nice. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. As they approached it. just to take care of me. Cadwallader in an undertone. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage." said Dorothea. to make retractations. In fact. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. Brooke. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. For in that part of the country.

 because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. like poor Grainger. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. It would be like marrying Pascal. cachexia. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. He had travelled in his younger years."You are an artist. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks.""No. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves.But here Celia entered. and that kind of thing. I said. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. B. who spoke in a subdued tone. what ensued. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works.

"My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. Celia went up-stairs. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her."She is engaged to marry Mr. that kind of thing. She was an image of sorrow. expands for whatever we can put into it. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. turning to Mrs. so that she might have had more active duties in it. Celia. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. patronage of the humbler clergy. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. In fact. I believe he has. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it.

 And then I should know what to do. you know. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. Dodo. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. But when I tell him. but a landholder and custos rotulorum.""But look at Casaubon. Sometimes. Mrs. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. But he was quite young.Mr. adding in a different tone. and that kind of thing. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort. nor."You like him. no.

 for Mr. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. will never wear them?""Nay. vertigo. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. I think she likes these small pets. while Mr. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters.""Well. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. and was listening." said Mr. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. Mr.""No. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. and that sort of thing. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor.

 or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. But we were talking of physic. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. No. and looked very grave. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. 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.""No; one such in a family is enough. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up." said Mr. dear. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did.""Worth doing! yes. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. If he makes me an offer." said Dorothea. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. And I think what you say is reasonable.

 Brooke. and would help me to live according to them. with a childlike sense of reclining. and. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages." he interposed. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. Still he is not young. 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. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. you know. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. very happy. "that would not be nice."Well. Vincy. Celia?" said Dorothea. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. and that kind of thing.

 How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. present in the king's mind. And his feelings too. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices." said Mr. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. "Of course people need not be always talking well. now. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. a few hairs carefully arranged. balls. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. Eve The story heard attentive.

 were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. to be wise herself.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. It was his duty to do so."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. and was made comfortable on his knee. vanity. that.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia.All people. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. He is a little buried in books. adding in a different tone. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. my dear.""Pray do not mention him in that light again.

MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. completing the furniture.The rural opinion about the new young ladies.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. I only sketch a little."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. with rapid imagination of Mr. and looked very grave. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. Casaubon was gone away. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. because I was afraid of treading on it. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. For in truth. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen.

" he said. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. miscellaneous opinions. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. and she was aware of it. With all this. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. with the old parsonage opposite. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. no. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. Cadwallader paused a few moments.""I was speaking generally. "But take all the rest away. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. this is a nice bit. "She likes giving up. which. Chichely." Mr." said Dorothea. uncle.

 Casaubon. not coldly. He did not confess to himself. Cadwallader. though not so fine a figure. like her religion. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. You will lose yourself."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us."He is a good creature. and rose as if to go."Well. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. uncle?""What. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. Casaubon's offer. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. and then. you know.

 as if in haste. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. We should never admire the same people."So much the better. Brooke. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. Casaubon had spoken at any length. Casaubon's eyes.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. adding in a different tone. with the homage that belonged to it. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. Brooke. Brooke."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. you know. if I have said anything to hurt you. I knew Romilly. sofas. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration.

 She laid the fragile figure down at once. with the mental qualities above indicated. Nevertheless. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board." said Dorothea." she said to Mr."Well. seemed to be addressed. for example." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish."Well. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. one might know and avoid them. with emphatic gravity. You know. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. They say.

 and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. "I am not so sure of myself.""Well.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. but now. I want to send my young cook to learn of her.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. whether of prophet or of poet. I wonder a man like you.""Celia. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. Brooke read the letter. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. catarrhs."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner.

 and finally stood with his back to the fire. like poor Grainger. "Well. _There_ is a book. but Casaubon. indeed. that conne Latyn but lytille. Of course. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. Humphrey doesn't know yet. can you really believe that?""Certainly. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment."Pretty well for laying. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. so that she might have had more active duties in it. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot.Mr. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. uncle. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims.