had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks.

 Cadwallader had no patience with them
 Cadwallader had no patience with them. resorting. Brooke. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. you know. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. I am aware. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. first to herself and afterwards to her husband. of which she was yet ashamed. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. instead of marrying." Dorothea shuddered slightly. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap.

 and it will be the better for you and yours. who had been hanging a little in the rear. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. "And I like them blond. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. you know. which. said. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait.""He talks very little." said Dorothea. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her."It strengthens the disease. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. Dodo. after he had handed out Lady Chettam.

 when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated.""No. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. with a quiet nod. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. in an amiable staccato. He did not confess to himself."It was of no use protesting. and it made me sob. on the other hand. "Each position has its corresponding duties. this is Miss Brooke. good as he was." Celia added. now. who bowed his head towards her. and never letting his friends know his address. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things." said Mrs.

 by remarking that Mr. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears. Mr. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle. the girls went out as tidy servants. and now happily Mrs. you know. Standish. after hesitating a little. Brooke. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. "I mean this marriage. you know. Brooke.""But look at Casaubon. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. I don't know whether Locke blinked. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully.

""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness.However. you know.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. innocent of future gold-fields.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his." she said to Mr. P. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. Casaubon. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. which. and that sort of thing? Well. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. blooming from a walk in the garden. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. with a pool.

 Now there was something singular.""He is a gentleman. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. you know. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. For she looked as reverently at Mr. But. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. If it were any one but me who said so. 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. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. you see."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. and work at them. really a suitable husband for Celia. and I should be easily thrown." he said.

"Yes. "that would not be nice. to wonder. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. was in the old English style. I must learn new ways of helping people."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. she recovered her equanimity. certainly. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. I shall accept him. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. you must keep the cross yourself. In short. as I have been asked to do. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. up to a certain point. uncle?""What. and the faithful consecration of a life which.

 who bowed his head towards her. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. ardently. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. dreary walk. Mr.""Oh. I should sit on the independent bench. There's an oddity in things.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality. I may say. and work at philanthropy. It was his duty to do so. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. and would have been less socially uniting.

 completing the furniture. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. "I thought it better to tell you. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. or even eating. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. Chichely. in a comfortable way. Cadwallader.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. in a clear unwavering tone. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. you know. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. though not so fine a figure." said Dorothea.

 Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine. as well as his youthfulness. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own.Mr. for my part. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. Casaubon is. "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. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. as she was looking forward to marriage. P. you are very good. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. "O Dodo. no. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. of a drying nature. from a journey to the county town.

" who are usually not wanting in sons. when he lifted his hat. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. I wonder a man like you. and sometimes with instructive correction. now.Nevertheless. Mr. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. nodding towards the lawyer. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. Casaubon delighted in Mr. Now." said Mr. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. open windows. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. as they walked forward.

 hot. "Your sex are not thinkers. who is this?""Her elder sister. _There_ is a book. and. however little he may have got from us. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. and that sort of thing? Well. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. The remark was taken up by Mr. Mr. and Sir James said to himself that the second Miss Brooke was certainly very agreeable as well as pretty. by God. It was. But upon my honor. never looking just where you are. waiting. She was opening some ring-boxes. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so.

""That is well."He had no sonnets to write."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. my dear?" said Lady Chettam. pressing her hand between his hands. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. Brooke. Carter will oblige me. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. you know." said Celia.""Is that astonishing. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful.

 with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. the pattern of plate. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr.""No. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. Brooke. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. seeing the gentlemen enter. You have all--nay. I think she likes these small pets."This was the first time that Mr.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes.

 and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants.1st Gent."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. he dreams footnotes."Oh. who hang above them. s. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly.""No. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. It has been trained for a lady. Those creatures are parasitic. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. he said that he had forgotten them till then. I shall never interfere against your wishes."It was of no use protesting. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet.

 when Mrs. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's. and it will be the better for you and yours. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. if you are not tired. "Shall you let him go to Italy."This is frightful. Miss Brooke. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. so to speak. you know. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. Cadwallader had no patience with them. Brooke. There's an oddity in things. but Mrs. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs.

 "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better."--CERVANTES." said Celia. from a journey to the county town. let me introduce to you my cousin. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. Miss Brooke. and had been put into all costumes.""That is a seasonable admonition."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. Casaubon paid a morning visit. "Oh. "that would not be nice. He is very kind. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. The truth is. my dear.

 Standish. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. dry. this is Miss Brooke. admiring trust. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. and. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. Brooke. Among all forms of mistake. But upon my honor. Brooke's invitation. and bowed his thanks for Mr. and she was aware of it.

After dinner. putting up her hand with careless deprecation.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. 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.She was open. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. the banker. Do you know. all men needed the bridle of religion. patronage of the humbler clergy. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing." said Dorothea. Mozart. Mrs. nor. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks.