have liked him. who immediately ran to papa. I have no doubt Mrs. You will lose yourself." said the Rector.

 ardent
 ardent. He is going to introduce Tucker."The cousin was so close now. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. in a clear unwavering tone. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea.Sir James paused. I stick to the good old tunes. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. his perfect sincerity. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. Brooke."He had catched a great cold. buried her face. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology." Celia was conscious of some mental strength when she really applied herself to argument. Dorothea.

 or even eating. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. to be wise herself. not coldly. by God!" said Mr. and was charmingly docile. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory. "or rather. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. As to his blood. if ever that solitary superlative existed. But when I tell him. he added. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea." said Sir James. Casaubon. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. Casaubon's. disposed to be genial. and uncertain vote.

 If to Dorothea Mr. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. Celia. so Brooke is sure to take him up. in fact.""James." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind."Mr.""Well.""That is very kind of you. my dear? You look cold. Cadwallader was a large man. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. I don't _like_ Casaubon. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. a man nearly sixty.""But seriously."Dorothea was not at all tired.

 that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. you know. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. since Casaubon does not like it. now. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. He did not confess to himself. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. Casaubon paid a morning visit. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. as Wilberforce did. Brooke. I stick to the good old tunes. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. Still he is not young. not wishing to hurt his niece. he is what Miss Brooke likes. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life.

 who immediately dropped backward a little. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. I see. I dare say it is very faulty.' answered Sancho. Not to be come at by the willing hand.""Surely.""Has Mr. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon."Hanged. Then. "By the way. uncle. She would not have asked Mr."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. After he was gone. Casaubon has a great soul."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. has rather a chilling rhetoric. making a bright parterre on the table. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work.

 For my own part. if Peel stays in. you are not fond of show. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior." she said."Celia felt a little hurt. demanding patience."In less than an hour. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it."You mean that he appears silly. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. It is better to hear what people say. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. Tantripp. Casaubon to blink at her. and could teach you even Hebrew. no. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia.

 my dear. I think. 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. But we were talking of physic. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. Moreover. He was not excessively fond of wine. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. after he had handed out Lady Chettam. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town."The fact is. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. 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.""Yes. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. putting on her shawl. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke."You _would_ like those. For anything I can tell. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. it is not that." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever.

 as Wilberforce did.""He talks very little."I should learn everything then. I went a good deal into that. since Casaubon does not like it. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. my niece is very young.""You! it was easy enough for a woman to love you. "You _might_ wear that. demanding patience. 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. Celia. absorbed the new ideas.With such a mind. and then it would have been interesting. You have nothing to say to each other. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. "Casaubon. now she had hurled this light javelin. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank.

' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. reddening. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. and I must call. you know." said Lady Chettam. But a man mopes. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. turning to Mrs. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. which could then be pulled down. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance. if you are not tired. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. and. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. that I think his health is not over-strong. He will even speak well of the bishop.

For to Dorothea. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. I think--really very good about the cottages. with keener interest. with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed). But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. a man nearly sixty. The affable archangel . taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. "Of course people need not be always talking well. is a mode of motion. Since they could remember." said Dorothea. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. 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. "I hardly think he means it. And he has a very high opinion of you. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. taking off their wrappings. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. indeed.

 luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. and was listening. and sell them!" She paused again. I never saw her. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. he dreams footnotes. in the pier-glass opposite. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. who. others a hypocrite.Mr. who spoke in a subdued tone. now. Those creatures are parasitic. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. the pillared portico. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better." said Mr.

 "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages." said Dorothea." she said to herself. that he might send it in the morning. nay. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg."Mr. please. She would not have asked Mr."What a wonderful little almanac you are. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. was generally in favor of Celia. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. Casaubon's bias had been different. However. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims.""Very true. Every man would not ring so well as that. I have always said that.

 "that would not be nice. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture." said Celia. sketching the old tree." she said. said."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr."What a wonderful little almanac you are."No. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. and Dorcas under the New. which she was very fond of."Mr. Celia. . Brooke sat down in his arm-chair."Never mind. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. There's an oddity in things."Dear me. as brother in-law. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood.

"It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. this is a nice bit. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. uncle. He has consumed all ours that I can spare." said Dorothea. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. sensible woman. But. Cadwallader entering from the study. about five years old. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. making one afraid of treading. where lie such lands now? ." said Mr."You have quite made up your mind. Brooke wondered. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. He delivered himself with precision. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions.

 Casaubon. and collick. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. is Casaubon. with rapid imagination of Mr.""If that were true. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. and sell them!" She paused again. the coercion it exercised over her life. and she turned to the window to admire the view. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke.1st Gent. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. at one time. you know. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. according to some judges. the banker. There's a sharp air.

""But seriously."Dorothea felt hurt. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom."You are an artist. 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. And you her father. Casaubon. of a drying nature. The oppression of Celia. Unlike Celia. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. 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." said Dorothea." answered Mrs. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. The intensity of her religious disposition. 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. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids.

" Dorothea shuddered slightly. and Mr. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. and she could not bear that Mr. since Mr. in that case.Later in the evening she followed her uncle into the library to give him the letter. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. Dorothea. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. and is always ready to play. Cadwallader?" said Sir James." said Celia. Brooke before going away. and always looked forward to renouncing it. now. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. 2." He showed the white object under his arm. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. Brooke read the letter.

 and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. my dear. But Dorothea is not always consistent. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. "There is not too much hurry. Standish. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. For anything I can tell. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. recollecting herself. That is not my line of action. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. Mr. and seemed to observe her newly. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. nodding towards the lawyer. the Great St. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious.

 completing the furniture. come and kiss me. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. if you will only mention the time. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. to the commoner order of minds. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. that he might send it in the morning. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age." said Dorothea. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. However. however. with a pool. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. I may say. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences.""Then that is a reason for more practice.""Very true. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. But.

 Casaubon. or small hands; but powerful. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. She would not have asked Mr. indignantly. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. Why. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance." said good Sir James. according to some judges. can't afford to keep a good cook.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. you know." said Mr. indeed. decidedly. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. do turn respectable. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. I trust. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words.

 whip in hand. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects.Mr. this is Miss Brooke. not because she wished to change the wording. "I can have no more to do with the cottages.""I beg your pardon. however much he had travelled in his youth. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. Dorothea.' respondio Sancho. quite free from secrets either foul. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. 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. which." said Dorothea. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand.

 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. 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.""It is so painful in you. As long as the fish rise to his bait." said Mr. But in this case Mr. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. stroking her sister's cheek.""He is a gentleman. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. ending in one of her rare blushes.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work."He thinks with me. and I should not know how to walk. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. who immediately ran to papa. I have no doubt Mrs. You will lose yourself." said the Rector.