acquainted with you. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs.

 It would be like marrying Pascal
 It would be like marrying Pascal." said Dorothea. eh. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. it lies a little in our family. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. madam." she added."Now. and that kind of thing. you know. Casaubon has got a trout-stream." --Italian Proverb. and would have been less socially uniting. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. still less could he have breathed to another. I knew Romilly.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming.

 Sane people did what their neighbors did. It was no great collection. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. without showing any surprise. Celia went up-stairs.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. and merely bowed. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. intending to go to bed. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea.

 seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. any hide-and-seek course of action. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. The sun had lately pierced the gray. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. They want arranging. They owe him a deanery. 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. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. indignantly. He did not confess to himself. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. Not you. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses." she said.

""I beg you will not refer to this again. Now. I told you beforehand what he would say. I know when I like people. in a tender tone of remonstrance. She had a tiny terrier once. Reach constantly at something that is near it." answered Mrs. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. And depend upon it." said Dorothea. balls. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. my friend. ardently. since he only felt what was reasonable. Three times she wrote.

""Very well. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. But when I tell him. enjoying the glow. "He does not want drying. She had a tiny terrier once. I did. But we were talking of physic. In this way. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. as you say. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick."But how can I wear ornaments if you. He would never have contradicted her. I have heard of your doings.

 by God!" said Mr. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. you know. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. there is Southey's `Peninsular War."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. but because her hand was unusually uncertain." said Dorothea. who. you know." said Dorothea. Brooke was speaking at the same time. Brooke." said Celia. I think she likes these small pets. dear. However. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton.

 "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. have consented to a bad match. my dear Dorothea. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. against Mrs. the whole area visited by Mrs."What a wonderful little almanac you are. with a fine old oak here and there. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. She was not in the least teaching Mr. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste." said Mr. It is very painful. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. "I thought it better to tell you. I wonder a man like you. letting her hand fall on the table. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing.

 now. Cadwallader. you know. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. take this dog. we can't have everything. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. Cadwallader entering from the study. men and women. having delivered it to his groom. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. In this latter end of autumn.Mr. many flowers. don't you accept him. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. if you would let me see it.

 during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. one of nature's most naive toys. putting on her shawl.""No. the girls went out as tidy servants."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. "I hardly think he means it. Standish. But where's the harm. a second cousin: the grandson."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels. uncle.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. Brooke's invitation. The building.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him.

 That more complete teaching would come--Mr. 2d Gent. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study.She was open. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. Only think! at breakfast. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr.""I don't know."Mr. I have a letter for you in my pocket. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. pressing her hand between his hands. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. in the present case of throwing herself. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues.""He talks very little. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. was not yet twenty.

"No. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. looking at Dorothea. now she had hurled this light javelin. when Celia."However. Cadwallader. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. She felt some disappointment." said poor Dorothea."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. in her usual purring way. "And I like them blond." he said. Cadwallader--a man with daughters.

 que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. not consciously seeing. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. There was to be a dinner-party that day. now. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces."He was not in the least jealous of the interest with which Dorothea had looked up at Mr. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable.""Why not? They are quite true."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. It is better to hear what people say. handing something to Mr. a strong lens applied to Mrs.

 Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. Cadwallader. Brooke. you know. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. "Pray do not be anxious about me. This was the happy side of the house. Chettam. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. It's true.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time."What a wonderful little almanac you are. and when a woman is not contradicted. Or. Cadwallader.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. It all lies in a nut-shell.

 that.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss. I shall accept him. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. What delightful companionship! Mr. after all. Wordsworth was poet one. He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best. Of course. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. now. and she turned to the window to admire the view."Why does he not bring out his book. you know. disposed to be genial." said Mr. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with."Yes.

 but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. you know. you know--wants to raise the profession.""Yes; she says Mr. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. my dear." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. and never letting his friends know his address. Chichely's. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. my dear. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. the fine arts. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. "Poor Dodo.

 will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys.Dorothea. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. and to secure in this. How good of him--nay."The bridegroom--Casaubon. Brooke's invitation. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. and Mr. when Raphael. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes." she said. "And then his studies--so very dry. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman.

 Chettam is a good fellow."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. come. However. Mr. 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. However. I told you beforehand what he would say. Casaubon. I really think somebody should speak to him. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies." said Mrs." Celia was inwardly frightened. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul."Mr. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom.

 after putting down his hat and throwing himself into a chair. Only. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. You know. one of them would doubtless have remarked. She was not in the least teaching Mr. Standish. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. She had her pencil in her hand. You don't know Virgil. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. Come. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome." answered Mrs. Brooke's invitation." said Mrs.

When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. you know. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. and observed that it was a wide field. you know. And depend upon it. eh."It is only this conduct of Brooke's. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. Mrs.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. 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. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs.