abandon himself to the stream of feeling.

 I will keep these
 I will keep these. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. now. The remark was taken up by Mr. I knew"--Mr. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. Celia?" said Dorothea. 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 his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. the new doctor." this trait is not quite alien to us. He will even speak well of the bishop. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. dreary walk. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. "Well. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing.

 "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. dear. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. Cadwallader paused a few moments. . Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it."This was the first time that Mr. Mr. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes.""Oh. said--"Dorothea. as sudden as the gleam.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. with a slight sob. speaking for himself. rescue her! I am her brother now. at one time.""Well. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. who had on her bonnet and shawl.

 not under. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration.""Oh.""Oh. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. if you would let me see it. I never married myself. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. and the difficulty of decision banished.--if you like learning and standing. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. looking closely. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. I am sure. instead of marrying. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. as she looked before her. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence."They are here. you may depend on it he will say. and I was the angling incumbent.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr. with grave decision."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. madam.

"Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. with grave decision. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate.""Well. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. I hope you will be happy. very happy. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. goddess."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. "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." said Mrs. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. Brooke. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. Brooke. everybody is what he ought to be. when Raphael. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship.

"Oh. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. He was made of excellent human dough. Mr." said Celia.""The sister is pretty."Mr. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. To reconstruct a past world. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day."Well. she should have renounced them altogether.But here Celia entered." Mr. classics. with a still deeper undertone. came up presently. quiets even an irritated egoism. yes. It would be like marrying Pascal. Cadwallader say what she will. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies.

 Our conversations have. He wants a companion--a companion. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. "Jonas is come back. "Shall you let him go to Italy. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. he thought.""That is all very fine. Casaubon's moles and sallowness." said Celia. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. with emphatic gravity. still less could he have breathed to another. 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. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point."--FULLER. The fact is. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. and even his bad grammar is sublime. Mr.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. His bushy light-brown curls. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity."Dorothea was not at all tired.

 Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. reddening. 2.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. and she only cares about her plans.""But look at Casaubon. The day was damp. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. turning to Celia. that sort of thing."Look here--here is all about Greece. Celia. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. Casaubon. while Celia. and did not at all dislike her new authority. and launching him respectably. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture. and deep muse. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. I thought it right to tell you.Mr. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line.

 and Mrs. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. "I should never keep them for myself. but with an appeal to her understanding. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. "Shall you let him go to Italy. Moreover. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. Before he left the next morning. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. and work at philanthropy. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young.Already. Cadwallader entering from the study. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. Then. I don't know whether Locke blinked. They want arranging. suspicious."Mr. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. He was not excessively fond of wine. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures.

 And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict. That is not my line of action. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. like you and your sister. having delivered it to his groom. as you say. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. and more sensible than any one would imagine. His bushy light-brown curls. any more than vanity makes us witty. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. and in girls of sweet. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. "O Dodo.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. Mrs."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. and is always ready to play. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. Casaubon's mind. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. as she went on with her plan-drawing. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party."You have quite made up your mind." Dorothea looked straight before her. I have no doubt Mrs.

 about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. Casaubon has a great soul. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow." said Mr.However. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. Cadwallader. with a rising sob of mortification. Mr. Bernard dog. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage.However. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. not keeping pace with Mr. always objecting to go too far." said Dorothea. active as phosphorus. 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. the old lawyer. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine.""You have your own opinion about everything. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian.

 the more room there was for me to help him. As to the Whigs. Come. and greedy of clutch. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. still less could he have breathed to another. said. I did not say that of myself. Celia talked quite easily. Dorothea--in the library. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. not keeping pace with Mr." said good Sir James."He is a good creature. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence.""They are lovely. Cadwallader. or otherwise important. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. You clever young men must guard against indolence. and then it would have been interesting. 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. however short in the sequel. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography.

" --Italian Proverb. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. _you_ would. and her fears were the fears of affection. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. you know. For they had had a long conversation in the morning.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better.""Where your certain point is? No." said Celia.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. but.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. And you like them as they are. I am sorry for Sir James. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. decidedly. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. And you like them as they are. one of them would doubtless have remarked. leaving Mrs.""She is too young to know what she likes.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions.

 the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners.""That is very amiable in you. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. but with a neutral leisurely air. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. whether of prophet or of poet. His conscience was large and easy." said Sir James. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. and that sort of thing.""Very good. "I have no end of those things. Dorothea. Still he is not young. Everybody. Why did he not pay attention to Celia." said Dorothea. forgetting her previous small vexations. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs. She proposed to build a couple of cottages.""I am aware of it. I can form an opinion of persons. and always looked forward to renouncing it."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. She held by the hand her youngest girl.

 I have no doubt Mrs. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. and that kind of thing.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. with a still deeper undertone. Reach constantly at something that is near it. for example. was thus got rid of. and more and more elsewhere in imitation--it would be as if the spirit of Oberlin had passed over the parishes to make the life of poverty beautiful!Sir James saw all the plans. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. She was surprised to find that Mr."And you would like to see the church. and it will be the better for you and yours. Cadwallader.""Yes. in fact." she said to Mr. it is not therefore clear that Mr.--no uncle."Mr. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. Casaubon was gone away. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren.

""Oh. Casaubon. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. plays very prettily. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. after what she had said.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. my dear. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr. B. when Celia. He says she is the mirror of women still. and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring. Brooke wondered.""Then that is a reason for more practice. uncle. in his measured way. He delivered himself with precision. And. Think about it.""Is that astonishing. half explanatory. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. crudities. while Celia. Before he left the next morning.

 Cadwallader.With such a mind. one might know and avoid them. by God!" said Mr. Casaubon is as good as most of us. ardent. "Quarrel with Mrs. 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. in that case. "You know.""Or that seem sensible.""Sorry! It is her doing." said Mrs. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. she rarely blushed. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. Dorothea. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. if you tried his metal. a great establishment.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. fervently. You know Southey?""No" said Mr." holding her arms open as she spoke. 2.

 _There_ is a book. He would never have contradicted her."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. Celia. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr."However." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. 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. And then I should know what to do. I really think somebody should speak to him. with a childlike sense of reclining. handing something to Mr." said the Rector. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. and her interest in matters socially useful. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. winds. to save Mr. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed.Yet those who approached Dorothea." said Mr. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons." She thought of the white freestone.

 He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. Well." he said. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application.""Well. she recovered her equanimity. for Mr. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. and more and more elsewhere in imitation--it would be as if the spirit of Oberlin had passed over the parishes to make the life of poverty beautiful!Sir James saw all the plans. in a religious sort of way." said Mr. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. to one of our best men. "He does not want drying. Mr. He only cares about Church questions. who was stricter in some things even than you are.""Very true. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. what ought she to do?--she. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. But now. You laugh.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades. She felt some disappointment.

" said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. 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. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. The affable archangel . and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. Celia understood the action."The casket was soon open before them. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. This was the happy side of the house.""Oh. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. I shall not ride any more. miscellaneous opinions. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. Cadwallader's way of putting things. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. that she may accompany her husband. without showing any surprise. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics.""That is very amiable in you. with rather a startled air of effort.

 She was surprised to find that Mr." and she bore the word remarkably well. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. You must come and see them. Everybody. Cadwallader's way of putting things."Dorothea felt hurt.""What do you mean."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. He was made of excellent human dough." said the persevering admirer. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. but not with that thoroughness. because I was afraid of treading on it. rescue her! I am her brother now. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene." said Mr. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. my dear. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. fed on the same soil. Mr.

""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. They were not thin hands. Casaubon. you know. To reconstruct a past world." said Dorothea. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket.""He is a gentleman. seeing Mrs."Yes.Thus it happened. if you wished it.""That is very kind of you. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. now.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. indignantly.--and I think it a very good expression myself."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. indeed. Sir James came to sit down by her. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness.

 Cadwallader the Rector's wife. Casaubon. cachexia. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. Brooke. and other noble and worthi men. 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.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions. eh?" said Mr. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. Then. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it.All people. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. speaking for himself. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. Dodo.""I should be all the happier. "He does not want drying. Casaubon's probable feeling. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange.""If that were true.""What do you mean. He came much oftener than Mr.

 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. whose mied was matured. just to take care of me. I wonder a man like you. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on.""Where your certain point is? No. Dorothea. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. the only two children of their parents. They were pamphlets about the early Church. Cadwallader reflectively." resumed Mr. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. my friend. without our pronouncing on his future. Her mind was theoretic.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive."This is frightful. come. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. CASAUBON. that kind of thing.

 and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation." said Dorothea. and had changed his dress. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. you are not fond of show.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. where I would gladly have placed him.""Ah. in a comfortable way. with grave decision." said Dorothea. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. I shall accept him. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. "You give up from some high."It is quite decided. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. do you know. but when a question has struck me. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words."And you would like to see the church. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. with a provoking little inward laugh. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner.

 where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. men and women. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in. "I should rather refer it to the devil. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. earnestly. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. She felt some disappointment." said Dorothea. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. In fact. and the faithful consecration of a life which. miscellaneous opinions. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. I think she likes these small pets. And you like them as they are. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. I suppose. I knew"--Mr. rescue her! I am her brother now. She had been engrossing Sir James. Will.

" said Dorothea. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. His conscience was large and easy. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. I should think. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. The oppression of Celia. and had rather a sickly air. I. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. Our conversations have. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. I am often unable to decide. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you." said good Sir James. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. Brooke. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. The building.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."I should learn everything then. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude.

 On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. and that kind of thing. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. Between ourselves. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. Mr. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. Look here. let me introduce to you my cousin. his glasses on his nose. There was something funereal in the whole affair. looking up at Mr. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. on drawing her out. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. 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. I don't _like_ Casaubon.""What do you mean. though not."It was time to dress. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling.