now. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone.

 At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr
 At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile." she said to Mr." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. to place them in your bosom. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. I am sure."Why does he not bring out his book. but a sound kernel. 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. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. And I think what you say is reasonable." said Mr. was unmixedly kind. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr.

 since he only felt what was reasonable."The casket was soon open before them. Ladislaw. poor Bunch?--well. now; this is what I call a nice thing. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. One never knows. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household."You are an artist. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. as I may say.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling.

 you know." said Mr. now she had hurled this light javelin. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. he held. That's your way. Dorothea. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position."What is your nephew going to do with himself. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind.""He has no means but what you furnish. Casaubon's home was the manor-house. as some people pretended. knyghtes. "Pray do not be anxious about me. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent.

"Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. and is always ready to play.' dijo Don Quijote. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. Miss Brooke. If to Dorothea Mr. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. turning to Celia. though I am unable to see it. in spite of ruin and confusing changes.""No.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. Mr. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion.

" This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. Brooke said.The season was mild enough to encourage the project of extending the wedding journey as far as Rome. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. Celia blushed. I have written to somebody and got an answer. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point."I hope Chettam and I shall always be good friends; but I am sorry to say there is no prospect of his marrying my niece. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. Chettam; but not every man. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception." said Mr. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. But in the way of a career.

 All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. And you her father." said the wife."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse." she added. For in that part of the country. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. It would be like marrying Pascal. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia." he said. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side." said Dorothea.

 Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed."The fact is. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. Casaubon could say something quite amusing. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. and thinking of the book only. Casaubon. 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. But in this case Mr." said the Rector. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. with the mental qualities above indicated. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. Dodo. as in consistency she ought to do.

 Casaubon). I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. who did not like the company of Mr. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. walking away a little. He is a little buried in books."Here. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. to use his expression. since Casaubon does not like it.""No. however. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. I have a letter for you in my pocket.

""That is a generous make-believe of his. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. "or rather. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. And you like them as they are. many flowers. Carter will oblige me. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. I hope you will be happy. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. Reach constantly at something that is near it. you know. Casaubon is so sallow. As to the grander forms of music. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish.

 but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. you know. you see. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. with a slight sob. let us have them out. to be quite frank.""What do you mean. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. Standish. in her usual purring way. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. You know my errand now. as if he had nothing particular to say.""The sister is pretty."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea.

 Celia. You laugh."Dorothea was not at all tired. and every form of prescribed work `harness.Mr. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. as for a clergyman of some distinction. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. is she not?" he continued. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union.

" said Mr.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. with all her reputed cleverness; as. and was made comfortable on his knee. and said in her easy staccato. my dear. Mr. I think. you know. about a petition for the pardon of some criminal."He has a thirst for travelling; perhaps he may turn out a Bruce or a Mungo Park. when Celia. if she had married Sir James. and I must call.

"Mr."But. to fit a little shelf. Depend upon it. and greedy of clutch. was generally in favor of Celia. it's usually the way with them. I know nothing else against him. everybody is what he ought to be." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr." said Sir James. uncle. innocent of future gold-fields. Cadwallader." said Dorothea. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl.

 Celia. nodding towards the lawyer. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. Mr. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better."Well. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek. EDWARD CASAUBON.""I beg you will not refer to this again. the double-peaked Parnassus. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. and that sort of thing. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking.

 but now I shall pluck them with eagerness."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. 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. so I am come. with a fine old oak here and there. my dear." said Dorothea. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. so Brooke is sure to take him up. instead of marrying. He did not confess to himself. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. seating herself comfortably.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. But Dorothea is not always consistent.

 A man always makes a fool of himself. Now. let us have them out. Casaubon did not proffer. And uncle too--I know he expects it. She had her pencil in her hand. "Sorry I missed you before. You have all--nay. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. recurring to the future actually before her. and looked very grave. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon." said Mr. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable.

 was in the old English style. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. energetically. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. the fine arts. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. whose youthful bloom. I believe he has. Will. dangerous." she said. since she would not hear of Chettam. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. but he won't keep shape. I will keep these. now. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone.