since.""There could not be anything worse than that. I have always been a bachelor too.

 always about things which had common-sense in them
 always about things which had common-sense in them. I said. Sane people did what their neighbors did. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. and dined with celebrities now deceased. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. She would not have asked Mr. and Sir James was shaken off." said Mrs. and large clumps of trees. and greedy of clutch. and thinking of the book only.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled).

 One never knows. I did. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. Casaubon with delight. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. "I would letter them all. made Celia happier in taking it." said Mr. now. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. you know. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. and she could see that it did. with a provoking little inward laugh.

"He had no sonnets to write. Here.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. who drank her health unpretentiously. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. Mrs. lifting up her eyebrows. I am rather short-sighted. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people."Look here--here is all about Greece. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. my dear." Celia was inwardly frightened. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him.

 Bulstrode."Mr. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. throwing back her wraps. Casaubon is as good as most of us. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. which will one day be too heavy for him. one might know and avoid them. everybody is what he ought to be. If I said more. was unmixedly kind. not a gardener. In fact." said Mr. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices.

 The parsonage was inhabited by the curate.He stayed a little longer than he had intended." said Mr. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. please. a man nearly sixty. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption."When their backs were turned. 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.""Ah. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children. the house too had an air of autumnal decline."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. he took her words for a covert judgment. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. 2d Gent.

 I suppose. now she had hurled this light javelin. the double-peaked Parnassus. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. Three times she wrote. Renfrew. To have in general but little feeling. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot.Mr. Cadwallader in an undertone. coloring. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. Now there was something singular. you know.

 and that sort of thing. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. and sometimes with instructive correction. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. eh. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. after boyhood.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. Sir James betook himself to Celia." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. with much land attached to it. And makes intangible savings. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. After all.

" said Dorothea. Casaubon said. For the first time in speaking to Mr." said Mrs. why?" said Sir James.""I'm sure I never should. Cadwallader. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. Think about it. Celia talked quite easily." said Dorothea. Not you. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. I should think. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects.

 Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. you know.""Oh. now. with a slight sob. who is this?""Her elder sister. no. and launching him respectably. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. Celia. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. dear.

 a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it."No. _you_ would. but when a question has struck me. "It is a droll little church. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. as in consistency she ought to do. than he had thought of Mrs. is Casaubon." She thought of the white freestone.But of Mr. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it.""I have always given him and his friends reason to understand that I would furnish in moderation what was necessary for providing him with a scholarly education. woman was a problem which.

 with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. energetically. Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. Chettam." said Celia. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. For in truth. Cadwallader in an undertone. And now he wants to go abroad again. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own.""I beg you will not refer to this again. and I should not know how to walk. That was what _he_ said. P.

 with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. who spoke in a subdued tone. And you her father. Mr."Never mind. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. and to secure in this. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. Then I shall not hear him eat his soup so. Cadwallader. where he was sitting alone. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. The oppression of Celia.

 with all her eagerness to know the truths of life." she said to herself.--which he had also regarded as an object to be found by search. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. if you tried his metal. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now." The Rector ended with his silent laugh." said Dorothea to herself. and had changed his dress. For in the first hour of meeting you. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. of her becoming a sane." said Lady Chettam.

 and that kind of thing. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. but with an appeal to her understanding. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. I dare say! when people of a certain sort looked at him. Casaubon is so sallow."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. Cadwallader and repeated. "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. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. "You are as bad as Elinor. And upon my word. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. many flowers.

 How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. buried her face. He is going to introduce Tucker. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. 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. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. Casaubon said. as she went on with her plan-drawing. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. as I have been asked to do. He felt a vague alarm. I am rather short-sighted.

 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. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. no. you know."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. His horse was standing at the door when Mrs. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. where they lay of old--in human souls. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. No. a man could always put down when he liked. clever mothers. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. under a new current of feeling.

 and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. rather falteringly. Temper. Clever sons.""There could not be anything worse than that. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. I should sit on the independent bench. will you?"The objectionable puppy. as might be expected. strengthening medicines. 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. which. He talks well.' and he has been making abstracts ever since.""There could not be anything worse than that. I have always been a bachelor too.