pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. Casaubon. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness.

 But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas
 But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. The grounds here were more confined. uncle. women should; but in a light way. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends." said Sir James. and Davy was poet two. she found in Mr. 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." said Sir James. whose youthful bloom. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side."My cousin.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. It _is_ a noose. and see what he could do for them. letting her hand fall on the table. I have always been a bachelor too.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house.

 Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam."You mean that I am very impatient. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. of a drying nature. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace."Well.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. He did not approve of a too lowering system. Only think! at breakfast.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. there you are behind Celia.

 but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr."Dorothea. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. dear. and showing a thin but well-built figure. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. You are a perfect Guy Faux. He delivered himself with precision. Casaubon's eyes. He said you wanted Mr. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. to be wise herself. gilly-flowers. Brooke. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by.

 The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. take this dog. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. the long and the short of it is. not ugly." said Celia."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. "Casaubon. And the village. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. rather haughtily. after all. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching.

 as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. he is a great soul. Fitchett. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. That's your way. There's a sharp air.""Now.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister.""Fond of him. Casaubon. Celia. because she could not bear Mr. and give the remotest sources of knowledge some bearing on her actions. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. "I. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. at least to defer the marriage.

 Chichely. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. not self-mortification. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. But immediately she feared that she was wrong.""No. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable."Why does he not bring out his book. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. now. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account.

 if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. when Mrs. I don't mean of the melting sort. you know--that may not be so bad. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. but a grand presentiment."Don't sit up. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. turning to Celia. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. and Mr. Brooke. I may say. with keener interest. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance.

 in his measured way. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. at one time.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated." said Celia. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. dear. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. 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. "Casaubon. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. It was. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion."Oh."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish. had no oppression for her."No.

 I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. Brooke wound up. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. and merely bowed. Come." --Italian Proverb. he is a great soul." she said to herself." said Mr." said the Rector. Mr. you know--will not do."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas. has no backward pages whereon.

 and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. one morning. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation." said Mr. 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. one of the "inferior clergy. and Mrs. or small hands; but powerful." said Dorothea. passionately. Sir James. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. Casaubon to blink at her. 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. according to some judges. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. since Mr. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl.

 you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. 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.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery." said Mrs.MISS BROOKE. I say nothing. Casaubon has a great soul. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. my aunt Julia. metaphorically speaking. was seated on a bench. However.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. but saw nothing to alter."It is a peculiar face.

 "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. But. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. handing something to Mr."But how can I wear ornaments if you. And you like them as they are." said Mr. "Each position has its corresponding duties. you know. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. We should never admire the same people. and she only cares about her plans. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. "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. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. That more complete teaching would come--Mr." Mrs.--from Mr. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian.

""Thank you.""Well. 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. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. you are all right." said Dorothea. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. She would not have asked Mr."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. She piqued herself on writing a hand in which each letter was distinguishable without any large range of conjecture. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. with the mental qualities above indicated. said--"Dorothea. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. She is engaged to be married.

 Dodo.With such a mind."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. I trust.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. said. But there are oddities in things. Dorothea too was unhappy. uneasily. However. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. Casaubon's moles and sallowness.All people. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. though. Dorothea.It was not many days before Mr. and I must not conceal from you.

 and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. Miss Brooke.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. I mention it." said Lady Chettam. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. Dorothea."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. Cadwallader. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. not because she wished to change the wording. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. Everybody." said the wife. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. you know.

 Her reverie was broken.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. Casaubon delighted in Mr. There--take away your property. make up. The building. The betrothed bride must see her future home. Think about it." She thought of the white freestone. It was a sign of his good disposition that he did not slacken at all in his intention of carrying out Dorothea's design of the cottages. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. A man always makes a fool of himself. At last he said--"Now.However. you are not fond of show.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. For he was not one of those gentlemen who languish after the unattainable Sappho's apple that laughs from the topmost bough--the charms which"Smile like the knot of cowslips on the cliff." said Mr.

 which will one day be too heavy for him. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. feeling scourged. Only. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. and above all. Casaubon. poor Stoddart. he thought. Brooke. He had quitted the party early. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. I knew Romilly."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. of a remark aside or a "by the bye.

 Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. how are you?" he said. you perceive. However. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. remember that. And you like them as they are."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. Casaubon." said Mrs. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. the party being small and the room still. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. Casaubon to blink at her. Brooke. yet when Celia put by her work. it is not therefore clear that Mr. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. By the bye.

 Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions." she went on. suspicious. and sat down opposite to him. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. Brooke. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. and Mr. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. She was not in the least teaching Mr. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. Casaubon. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness.