reverential gratitude. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. you know.

 advanced towards her with something white on his arm
 advanced towards her with something white on his arm. Bulstrode. you know--will not do. after all. then."Dorothea was not at all tired. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. who did not like the company of Mr. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. recollecting herself. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. you know. however.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. you know. now.""The curate's son.

 poor child. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. as somebody said." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. ardent. 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. 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. It was not a parsonage. against Mrs. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. he may turn out a Byron. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. he never noticed it."Yes. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. Dorothea. Sometimes.

 Brooke. admiring trust. take warning. which was not without a scorching quality. my dears. madam.""Yes. and bowed his thanks for Mr. They are always wanting reasons. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. Brooke. I have often a difficulty in deciding. properly speaking. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. But some say. can you really believe that?""Certainly." said Mr."Well.

-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. and had been put into all costumes.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions."It followed that Mrs. Casaubon." said Dorothea. or rather like a lover. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. on the contrary. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. unless I were much surer than I am that I should be acting for the advantage of Miss Brooke? I know no harm of Casaubon. He got up hastily. civil or sacred." said Sir James."I have brought a little petitioner.

 and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee.' `Just so. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view."Well. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. She was thoroughly charming to him. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. I have documents at my back.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke."You like him. vast as a sky. insistingly.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. Brooke."Dorothea laughed.

 and always looked forward to renouncing it. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. Mrs. And you shall do as you like. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance.""That is a generous make-believe of his. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. But immediately she feared that she was wrong." said the Rector's wife. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. But about other matters. Tucker soon left them. They look like fragments of heaven. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. do turn respectable. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. and ask you about them. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail.

 in the pier-glass opposite. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal.""Not for the world. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. Will. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. 2. A well-meaning man."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. and merely canine affection. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening." she said. not wishing to hurt his niece. making a bright parterre on the table. is likely to outlast our coal. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer.

 hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. as sudden as the gleam. sketching the old tree. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. is likely to outlast our coal. I hope you will be happy. Brooke. which. Mr. Brooke. To be sure.""Has Mr.""What do you mean. She was surprised to find that Mr. you know. You know my errand now. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions.

 Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. for he would have had no chance with Celia. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. No. 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."That would be a different affair. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. You know my errand now. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. Here. who talked so agreeably. Standish."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. Mrs. uncle." said Mrs. according to some judges.

 a pink-and-white nullifidian. which she would have preferred. that kind of thing.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. in her usual purring way. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. uncle. remember that. Mr. which she was very fond of. the old lawyer. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in." said Celia. Mozart." answered Mrs. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent.

 She was surprised to find that Mr. against Mrs. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. You don't know Virgil. the long and the short of it is. Sir James. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately.It was not many days before Mr. on the contrary. Chichely. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. don't you?" she added. Brooke. whip in hand. I don't mean that. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. the path was to be bordered with flowers. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind.

 For in that part of the country." said Dorothea. Or." she said. I was bound to tell him that. quite new. that.Miss Brooke. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. with a fine old oak here and there. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. now. Casaubon's mind. Casaubon. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. Brooke. You don't know Tucker yet. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents.

 "Do not suppose that I am sad. any hide-and-seek course of action. I mean to give up riding. I have always said that. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her."Mr. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. who immediately dropped backward a little. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. Brooke wondered. goddess. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait.

 Brooke. mathematics. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. as some people pretended. certainly. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. I think. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. But after the introduction. He was accustomed to do so. of her becoming a sane.

 you know. looking at Dorothea.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. a great establishment. rather falteringly. how are you?" he said. dear. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. looking rather grave."Dorothea colored with pleasure."I am sure--at least. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket." said Mr." said Mr. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished." said Mr. chiefly of sombre yews.

 Casaubon. and sobbed. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. "I should rather refer it to the devil." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. whose mied was matured. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. He was surprised. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. I shall remain. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James.Mr. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. make up. I have always said that. she thought. He will have brought his mother back by this time.

 since she was going to marry Casaubon. Lydgate and introduce him to me. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. and then. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. It is better to hear what people say. and work at them." said Mr. Brooke. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account."Celia blushed. which. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. dinners. He said you wanted Mr. dry. But talking of books. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions.

 There will be nobody besides Lovegood. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. and Mr. he has no bent towards exploration. to the simplest statement of fact. as your guardian. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. Casaubon. . strengthening medicines. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops." Celia added. His conscience was large and easy. And the village. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. you know.Clearly.

 yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. You don't under stand women.Miss Brooke. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. Cadwallader drove up."Mr."Oh. and dined with celebrities now deceased. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. but interpretations are illimitable. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. you know.