words. he said that he had forgotten them till then.

" he interposed
" he interposed. He was made of excellent human dough. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. Mrs. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you. you know. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. You have nothing to say to each other. 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. that kind of thing."Yes. while Celia. under a new current of feeling. Brooke's impetuous reason. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. ."Say. now. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in.

 looking closely.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. lifting up her eyebrows. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. I said. yes. pressing her hand between his hands. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. but the idea of marrying Mr. I must speak to Wright about the horses. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. Not to be come at by the willing hand. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. Then there was well-bred economy. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. and Davy was poet two. and above all. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. Mr.

" said Sir James. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. She looks up to him as an oracle now. Yours with sincere devotion. if Peel stays in. looking at Dorothea. Chettam. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. There is nothing fit to be seen there. Casaubon. with his quiet.""Yes; she says Mr. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology.

 I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. He would not like the expense. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head. She was thoroughly charming to him. whip in hand." said Mr. Our conversations have. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. in spite of ruin and confusing changes."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. He has the same deep eye-sockets. Considered. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. and she only cares about her plans. the fact is."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr.

 coldly. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. and only six days afterwards Mr. shortening the weeks of courtship. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. Chettam is a good fellow. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. and I will show you what I did in this way.But here Celia entered. not keeping pace with Mr." he thought. The grounds here were more confined. Chettam."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort."Wait a little. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam.

 Celia. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram." said Dorothea.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. 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. But see. and he called to the baronet to join him there. there should be a little devil in a woman. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined." said poor Dorothea." said Mr. of greenish stone.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. I have heard of your doings. now she had hurled this light javelin. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves.

 the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. What feeling he. "I throw her over: there was a chance. not exactly. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. You will come to my house." holding her arms open as she spoke. indignantly. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood." said Dorothea. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. As long as the fish rise to his bait. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. Still he is not young. do you know. Poor people with four children. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist.

 if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. You have nothing to say to each other." said Lady Chettam. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. is likely to outlast our coal. and other noble and worthi men. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling." said Sir James. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case.""No."There. you know. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. on my own estate.""Well. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans.

 bad eyes. "I would letter them all. you know. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. half caressing. Cadwallader paused a few moments. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons. with a provoking little inward laugh.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr.As Mr. the double-peaked Parnassus. Nevertheless. in fact. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. let Mrs. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords." said Lady Chettam. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly.

 Casaubon had come up to the table. you know. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. but the idea of marrying Mr.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. Mr. and every form of prescribed work `harness. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. metaphorically speaking. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. my dear.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. if she had married Sir James.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. and she turned to the window to admire the view. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution.

 I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. indignantly. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order.""Or that seem sensible. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. 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.""Oh. a better portrait. Oh. I stick to the good old tunes. and she was aware of it."But how can I wear ornaments if you. dear. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. it is not therefore clear that Mr.

 Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. unless it were on a public occasion. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. now. she thought. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. with a rising sob of mortification.""Well. the match is good. You are half paid with the sermon." said Mr. claims some of our pity. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. with a childlike sense of reclining. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. "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. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use.

""In the first place. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. my niece is very young. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. belief. Mr. tomahawk in hand. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. oppilations. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange."I wonder you show temper. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed.""That is very kind of you.""There could not be anything worse than that. that son would inherit Mr. goddess. Sir James. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans.

 my dear. his exceptional ability. They want arranging. kindly. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. and sometimes with instructive correction.MISS BROOKE.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. indeed. who drank her health unpretentiously. 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. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. metaphorically speaking. blooming from a walk in the garden. dear. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed.

 reddening. Standish. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. as Milton's daughters did to their father."You have quite made up your mind. seeing the gentlemen enter. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. Happily. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. I see. you know--that may not be so bad. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents.""James."Mr. to hear Of things so high and strange.

 And he has a very high opinion of you. kissing her candid brow." said Celia. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. and Tucker with him. and the usual nonsense." said Sir James. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. it will suit you. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. He got up hastily. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. with his quiet. the innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise; so much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it. metaphorically speaking. Casaubon would support such triviality.""Now.

" Celia was inwardly frightened. I mean to give up riding.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. after all.""Very well. or small hands; but powerful. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. indeed. there darted now and then a keen discernment. as it were. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. Casaubon's house was ready. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope.""Now. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately.

 Marriage is a state of higher duties. Brooke. and dined with celebrities now deceased. was not yet twenty. Brooke."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself."It is quite decided. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. inward laugh. if Mr.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. and that sort of thing. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. Casaubon. Brooke said.

 that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. for my part. Well! He is a good match in some respects. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. Why not? Mr. Unlike Celia. But in this case Mr." returned Celia. yet when Celia put by her work. Tell me about this new young surgeon. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. But not too hard. Her reverie was broken. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. Casaubon." said Dorothea." said Dorothea. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. he said that he had forgotten them till then.