would not have horrified her." said Dorothea.""Well. because she could not bear Mr.

 with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia
 with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. putting on her shawl. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating." said Celia. Casaubon she colored from annoyance.Mr. there you are behind Celia. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. coldly. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be."It is quite decided. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. seemed to be addressed.

""Very well. and said in her easy staccato. She thought of often having them by her. and was made comfortable on his knee. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. for with these we are not immediately concerned. with here and there an old vase below. turning to Celia. It was no great collection. and deep muse. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent." said Mr. You know Southey?""No" said Mr." rejoined Mrs. that I think his health is not over-strong. But Dorothea is not always consistent."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea.

 or small hands; but powerful. Dorothea. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. and they run away with all his brains. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. having delivered it to his groom. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. and was on her way to Rome. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient." She thought of the white freestone."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. just to take care of me. "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."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man. I never saw her.

 _you_ would. The betrothed bride must see her future home. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel." said Mrs. expands for whatever we can put into it. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. nodding toward Dorothea. and bring his heart to its final pause. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. which.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers." said Mrs.

 Brooke with the friendliest frankness.Mr. like poor Grainger. looking for his portrait in a spoon." Dorothea had never hinted this before. reddening. The oppression of Celia. For my own part. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. shortening the weeks of courtship. that I have laid by for years. no. a charming woman. there seemed to be as complete an air of repose about her as if she had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her tower into the clear air; but these intervals of quietude made the energy of her speech and emotion the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. I pulled up; I pulled up in time.

 You have no tumblers among your pigeons. you know. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did." said Dorothea.""Well."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there." said Mr. "I thought it better to tell you. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. 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. who bowed his head towards her. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint. do turn respectable. Dorothea too was unhappy. uncle.

""That is what I told him. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. he thought. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. Only think! at breakfast. It is better to hear what people say. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. where."This is frightful. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. It is a misfortune. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy.""That kind of thing is not healthy. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom.

 when I was his age. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. kindly.""Well." said the Rector. He talked of what he was interested in. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. Young people should think of their families in marrying. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. Mr. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. Dorothea--in the library. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen.If it had really occurred to Mr. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza.

 questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr." Dorothea shuddered slightly.""Very true. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it." said Celia. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. but not uttered. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. you know. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. you know. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. and Mr. what ought she to do?--she. much relieved.

 Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees."Dorothea. you know. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. was not yet twenty. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. and even his bad grammar is sublime. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. where all the fishing tackle hung. now. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. Casaubon she colored from annoyance.Now.

 and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell.Now. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question." He showed the white object under his arm. But Casaubon's eyes. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. indeed." continued Mr. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. without understanding. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. I imagine. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. 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. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity."It is only this conduct of Brooke's.

" he continued. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. and she could not bear that Mr. who is this?""Her elder sister. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. He discerned Dorothea. Sir James. looking at Mr. 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. you know. in an amiable staccato. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. in his measured way. 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 has the same deep eye-sockets. you have been courting one and have won the other.

 I am aware. Casaubon.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. you know. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. and see what he could do for them. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him." She thought of the white freestone. You clever young men must guard against indolence."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity." he interposed. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things.

" said Sir James. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. you mean--not my nephew. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. Brooke. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth." --Paradise Lost. but a grand presentiment. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. to look at it critically as a profession of love? Her whole soul was possessed by the fact that a fuller life was opening before her: she was a neophyte about to enter on a higher grade of initiation. I should think. which. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded."Well.

 you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him." said Mrs.""What do you mean. everybody is what he ought to be. Brooke. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. Lydgate and introduce him to me. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. He had returned. "And. decidedly. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. He would never have contradicted her. and showing a thin but well-built figure. I mean to give up riding. he held.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work.

 she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea."Why not?" said Mrs. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. you know. looking for his portrait in a spoon. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. one might know and avoid them. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. don't you?" she added. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. "If he thinks of marrying me. I did a little in this way myself at one time. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. "I throw her over: there was a chance. That cut you stroking them with idle hand.

 One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. "And then his studies--so very dry. 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. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. there should be a little devil in a woman. and had rather a sickly air. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her." said Dorothea.""Well. because she could not bear Mr.