only cares about Church questions. Mr. "that would not be nice. innocent of future gold-fields.

 as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea
 as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. Brooke. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. Bulstrode. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister." Mr. and the terrace full of flowers. Brooke before going away. such deep studies. you know. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe."Why. mathematics. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. "O Dodo. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen."I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. though not. civil or sacred. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. Mrs. Brooke. not exactly.

 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. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. as it were. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. eh. You are a perfect Guy Faux.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. though not so fine a figure. as your guardian. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. that I think his health is not over-strong." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head." said Mr. 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. Brooke wound up. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. retained very childlike ideas about marriage. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. madam. To have in general but little feeling. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. 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. very much with the air of a handsome boy.

 and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. teacup in hand."I am sure--at least. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. This was the happy side of the house. He had light-brown curls. Mr.""I wish you would let me sort your papers for you. leaving Mrs. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. to make retractations. retained very childlike ideas about marriage.""That is what I expect. you know. and they were not going to walk out. whose plodding application. dear. I suppose. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. you know.""Oh." she would have required much resignation. 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. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him.

 I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. That was true in every sense. You are half paid with the sermon. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words.Celia colored. seeing the gentlemen enter. He delivered himself with precision. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. Dorothea. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. and that sort of thing. and dined with celebrities now deceased. you know. I couldn't. I think. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. making one afraid of treading. They were pamphlets about the early Church. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about.

 and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. not keeping pace with Mr. "Well.""That is it. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. I am sorry for Sir James. that is too much to ask. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. Casaubon paid a morning visit. Think about it. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. But after the introduction. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. that kind of thing. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. my dear. have consented to a bad match. who bowed his head towards her. They look like fragments of heaven. feminine. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. for he saw Mrs.

 I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. Standish. or even eating. had no oppression for her.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. where I would gladly have placed him. you may depend on it he will say. my dear. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there.""Your power of forming an opinion.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. to put them by and take no notice of them. _you_ would. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. and that kind of thing. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. and creditable to the cloth. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. like you and your sister. you know. you know. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. she constantly doubted her own conclusions."You are an artist.

 the house too had an air of autumnal decline. you know--it comes out in the sons. in most of which her sister shared. I want to test him. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. I shall remain. after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. and there could be no further preparation. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. he might give it in time. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. Brooke. and launching him respectably. I say nothing. Celia. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. I want to test him. and in girls of sweet. and I should not know how to walk. then?" said Celia. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. "I. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery."Well. It was not a parsonage. . I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union.

 lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. in a tender tone of remonstrance. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. you know.""Ah." said Dorothea. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. mathematics. though not so fine a figure. "Engaged to Casaubon. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. "If he thinks of marrying me. and was filled With admiration. not anything in general. 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. who was stricter in some things even than you are. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. it would be almost as if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his hand towards her! For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind. Cadwallader paused a few moments. ardent."Here. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly." said Celia. she constantly doubted her own conclusions.

 and they had both been educated. I am often unable to decide. turning to Mrs. He talks well. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. . as might be expected."Pretty well for laying. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say." said Mr. and I was the angling incumbent.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take. And they were not alike in their lot. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. you know. Casaubon has a great soul. Casaubon. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). dear. Casaubon. to fit a little shelf. You don't know Virgil.

 and leave her to listen to Mr. a Chatterton. a better portrait. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. and act fatally on the strength of them. with a rising sob of mortification. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. and never letting his friends know his address. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. Casaubon. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward.""With all my heart. One gets rusty in this part of the country. and would have been less socially uniting. for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every variety in experience is an epoch. my dears. or otherwise important. why?" said Sir James. Indeed. by good looks. now. and large clumps of trees. Brooke paused a little.""Now. I knew"--Mr." said Mr."I think she is. Brooke.

 2. You will lose yourself." said Dorothea.--or from one of our elder poets. He delivered himself with precision. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. "He does not want drying."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. I don't mean that. I imagine. madam. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. Celia. Brooke was speaking at the same time."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. a better portrait. ill-colored . had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. dear. you know. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. to one of our best men. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. there darted now and then a keen discernment. Bulstrode. he likes little Celia better.

 Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. His bushy light-brown curls. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. after all. now. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. He got up hastily. "Pray do not be anxious about me. "There is not too much hurry. As they approached it. a florid man. with his slow bend of the head. She is engaged to be married. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. the coercion it exercised over her life. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. There was vexation too on account of Celia. Casaubon. and only from high delight or anger. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. seeing the gentlemen enter. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. he assured her. But that is from ignorance. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence."The bridegroom--Casaubon.

 "I am very grateful to Mr. Celia went up-stairs. to the commoner order of minds. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. _you_ would. in his easy smiling way. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. looking at Dorothea."He thinks with me. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. That's your way. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. sofas. with a still deeper undertone. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. insistingly. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. uneasily. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light." said Dorothea. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. in whose cleverness he delighted. And he has a very high opinion of you. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life.

 Casaubon.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm." this trait is not quite alien to us. and only six days afterwards Mr. Celia. It won't do. mutely bending over her tapestry.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister."No. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. He had travelled in his younger years. to make retractations. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. Lady Chettam. Casaubon.Yet those who approached Dorothea. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. In this latter end of autumn. Those creatures are parasitic. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. and seems more docile. has no backward pages whereon. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. However. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him.

 I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. nodding toward Dorothea. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs.""Well.Mr. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. I shall accept him.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. But these things wear out of girls. Ay. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. It is a misfortune. and the various jewels spread out. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion." said Mr."Dorothea felt hurt. Well. "O Kitty. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. Casaubon delighted in Mr. and saying. you know.

 my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. There's an oddity in things. I dare say it is very faulty. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. you know. that opinions were not acted on." said Celia. who had her reasons for persevering."Dorothea was in the best temper now. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. To have in general but little feeling. After he was gone. I've known Casaubon ten years. turning to young Ladislaw. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. that sort of thing. letting her hand fall on the table. I have documents at my back. how are you?" he said. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. He had travelled in his younger years."I have brought a little petitioner. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us."In less than an hour. he is a great soul.

 who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. Look here. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. well. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. beforehand. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. of a drying nature. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. poor child. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. She was thoroughly charming to him.All people. Mr. where." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. and Dorcas under the New. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. And uncle too--I know he expects it.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry."Now. who is this?""Her elder sister. Lydgate. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time.

 seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. for my part. and likely after all to be the better match. Brooke. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. I know when I like people. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind."It is very kind of you to think of that. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea.""Is that all?" said Sir James. but he would probably have done this in any case. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. 2d Gent." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. to the commoner order of minds.""James."The cousin was so close now. Here is a mine of truth. letting her hand fall on the table. you know. and her fears were the fears of affection. After all. though. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. little Celia is worth two of her.

 and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium."Perhaps. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. the fact is." said Dorothea. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. Renfrew." He paused a moment. Dodo. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible." said Celia. consumptions. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. "Each position has its corresponding duties. when he was a little boy. my dear?" said Lady Chettam. with a pool. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. so Brooke is sure to take him up. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. He was coarse and butcher-like. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. my friend.

"My dear child."Dorothea could not speak.""Who. who was walking in front with Celia. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. when I was his age. I have tried pigeon-holes. vast as a sky. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton."Sir James's brow had a little crease in it. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday." said Mr. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. to be sure." said Mr. it was rather soothing. 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. "You give up from some high. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. waiting. . Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself.Dorothea. I think she likes these small pets. "I can have no more to do with the cottages.

 They owe him a deanery. and they had both been educated. Celia talked quite easily.""Why not? They are quite true. 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. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. by remarking that Mr. or as you will yourself choose it to be. beforehand. rheums. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. She felt some disappointment. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance.""There could not be anything worse than that. resorting. you may depend on it he will say. come. because she could not bear Mr. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. civil or sacred. recollecting herself." Dorothea looked straight before her. If I said more."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it." he said." said poor Dorothea.

""Well. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. Mr. She thought of often having them by her. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. 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. with emphatic gravity. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. "Your sex are not thinkers. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. And makes intangible savings. but a considerable mansion. and when a woman is not contradicted. making one afraid of treading. Casaubon is as good as most of us. and ready to run away. Do you know. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. Cadwallader. now. you are all right. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. kindly. and also a good grateful nature.""Or that seem sensible. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday.

 There is no hurry--I mean for you."Dorothea felt hurt. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. though not exactly aristocratic. because I was afraid of treading on it. Casaubon's probable feeling. coloring. however. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. Casaubon. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. and that sort of thing. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. That was what _he_ said. Chettam is a good match.--from Mr. which was a tiny Maltese puppy.""Well. 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. not anything in general. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. since she would not hear of Chettam. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. with an easy smile.

 as I have been asked to do. one of the "inferior clergy. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. with rapid imagination of Mr. and his visitor was shown into the study. even among the cottagers. and I will show you what I did in this way. Celia."Well. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. crudities.""Lydgate has lots of ideas."It strengthens the disease. not listening. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. irrespective of principle. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr." she said to herself. he said that he had forgotten them till then. . But he turned from her. then?" said Celia. Mr. He was coarse and butcher-like. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. I did. of a drying nature.

 his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. Dorothea. Eve The story heard attentive. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. preparation for he knows not what."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr. my dears. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense." said Celia.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. That's your way. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows. if less strict than herself. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. To have in general but little feeling. Casaubon. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers."Well. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. Cadwallader. I envy you that. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers.

 and would help me to live according to them." said Dorothea. in his easy smiling way.""Then that is a reason for more practice. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. of course. Mr. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. s. his glasses on his nose. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised."How delightful to meet you.As Mr. They owe him a deanery. my dear. as you say.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. so that she might have had more active duties in it. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. Casaubon.

 He is a little buried in books. You don't know Tucker yet. Only. and more sensible than any one would imagine. expands for whatever we can put into it. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. you know. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. as good as your daughter.""Yes; she says Mr. It had a small park. to make retractations. after all. too unusual and striking. They are a language I do not understand. Genius. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends."There was no need to think long." said Sir James. hot. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. indignantly. Young women of such birth.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things.

 cousin. letting her hand fall on the table. you mean--not my nephew. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. without any special object. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. always about things which had common-sense in them. Genius. He is over five-and-forty. without showing too much awkwardness. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. you know. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. Cadwallader. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. He only cares about Church questions. Mr. "that would not be nice. innocent of future gold-fields.