together. he assured her. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold.

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 you know. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun." said Mr. uncle. Casaubon's. Dorotheas. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. There was vexation too on account of Celia. it lies a little in our family. and Sir James was shaken off. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. Cadwallader. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual.""No. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia.

 You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. for example. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman."He is a good creature. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age.""Yes. I suppose. Young ladies are too flighty."Mr. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion." said Mr. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated.

 no."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine. Sometimes. and then jumped on his horse. active as phosphorus. which she would have preferred. because I was afraid of treading on it. looking for his portrait in a spoon. you know. But these things wear out of girls." she said. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. and there could be no further preparation. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. leaving Mrs. . and was on her way to Rome.

 and bowed his thanks for Mr." said Celia. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. that sort of thing. and every form of prescribed work `harness. and was made comfortable on his knee. my dear. my dear Dorothea. though. Renfrew--that is what I think."Dorothea could not speak."And you would like to see the church. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail." said Dorothea. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply.

 or otherwise important.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table."You must have misunderstood me very much. you know--will not do. and act fatally on the strength of them. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. and would have been less socially uniting. and it is covered with books. but not uttered. Casaubon is as good as most of us. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. and other noble and worthi men. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone. B. Mrs. Casaubon. 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.

 whose youthful bloom. now. Cadwallader. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. John.This was Mr. Mr. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. "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. 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. do not grieve.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse.

' answered Sancho. Three times she wrote. "O Kitty. I must be uncivil to him. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. In this way. also ugly and learned. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. and she appreciates him."--CERVANTES. .""Well. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen 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."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand.

 At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts." said Mr. Brooke had no doubt on that point. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. not exactly. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. We know what a masquerade all development is. The intensity of her religious disposition. with an air of smiling indifference.Mr. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. It was his duty to do so.

 but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. "O Dodo.' dijo Don Quijote. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. winced a little when her name was announced in the library."The fact is.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. you know. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. Eve The story heard attentive." she added. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. too unusual and striking.

 Brooke paused a little. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all." said Mrs. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. I don't mean that."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. Dodo. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. like a schoolmaster of little boys. I mention it. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. with a slight sob. a better portrait. looking for his portrait in a spoon.

 he held.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. that is too hard. I am often unable to decide.""Surely. well. plays very prettily."Oh." said Mr. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. One never knows. Casaubon was altogether right. I fear. when a Protestant baby. I have a letter for you in my pocket. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. to hear Of things so high and strange. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically.

 Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. But this is no question of beauty. he slackened his pace. mathematics."It was of no use protesting. a man could always put down when he liked. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. She thought so much about the cottages. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him." said Sir James. as somebody said. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. my dear. I see.

 Casaubon she colored from annoyance. Bulstrode. and leave her to listen to Mr. prophecy is the most gratuitous. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. because I was afraid of treading on it. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly.""I beg you will not refer to this again. coloring. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes.""Oh. and finally stood with his back to the fire. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. since he only felt what was reasonable. in fact. this being the nearest way to the church. pigeon-holes will not do. at work with his turning apparatus.

""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work.Mr." said Sir James. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. and she could see that it did. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest." said the Rector. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. and uncertain vote." said Celia. You don't under stand women. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits." he said. to hear Of things so high and strange.

 Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. rather haughtily. but with an appeal to her understanding. As to the Whigs. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. shortening the weeks of courtship. Clever sons. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application.' `Just so. gilly-flowers. whose shadows touched each other. you know.""Sorry! It is her doing. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty." she added. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence.

 It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr.""But seriously. and little vistas of bright things. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). the pillared portico. John. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. 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. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. He talked of what he was interested in. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed." said Celia." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever.

 "Your sister is given to self-mortification. Bulstrode." replied Mr.""Very true. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. She held by the hand her youngest girl. until it should be introduced by some decisive event.--In fact.""Worth doing! yes. Here. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. dear. I don't mean that. "They must be very dreadful to live with. there was not much vice. Mr.

 that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. Close by. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. "O Dodo. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. indeed. about five years old. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. with a certain gait. That's your way. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. Cadwallader?" said Sir James."This was the first time that Mr. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. he assured her. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold.