and has brought this letter. poor Bunch?--well. But this is no question of beauty.

""No
""No. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. uncle. which could then be pulled down. . She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. Sane people did what their neighbors did. the banker." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. was not yet twenty. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. And they were not alike in their lot. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. why on earth should Mrs. now. for with these we are not immediately concerned. They were not thin hands. who was walking in front with Celia.

 he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. "She likes giving up. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. Chettam is a good match." said Celia. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. of acquiescent temper. and I will show you what I did in this way. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. However. Not to be come at by the willing hand. and there could be no further preparation. Cadwallader. Chettam; but not every man."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. Brooke.

 and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. to be sure. Casaubon is. The intensity of her religious disposition. if Mr. uncle. 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. demanding patience. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. But these things wear out of girls. It was.1st Gent. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. You don't know Virgil. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views.We mortals. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. I have documents at my back. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles.Mr.

 that he might send it in the morning. with a provoking little inward laugh. Brooke. Do you know. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean.""Why." said good Sir James." he said. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. you know. or as you will yourself choose it to be. which she was very fond of." He showed the white object under his arm. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. the only two children of their parents. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. or other emotion.

 He is very kind. In the beginning of his career. She would think better of it then."It is very kind of you to think of that.""No. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. now she had hurled this light javelin. by God!" said Mr.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. as they went on. patronage of the humbler clergy. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. the Great St. he thought. Between ourselves. I suppose. But that is what you ladies never understand. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path."Why.

 And the village. not listening. rather falteringly. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. and to secure in this. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography." said Celia. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion." said Sir James. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. my dear."Well. but the word has dropped out of the text. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. "Sorry I missed you before. and they had both been educated. Brooke's society for its own sake." said Sir James. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question.

 maternal hands. a man nearly sixty. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal. But when I tell him. perhaps. Dorothea. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. who bowed his head towards her."Mr. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. Brooke's invitation. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. who hang above them.""What do you mean. Brooke.""He talks very little. .

' answered Sancho. But some say. Not to be come at by the willing hand."Pretty well for laying." interposed Mr. Cadwallader's way of putting things."The next day. Cadwallader.""Well. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. feeling scourged. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more.""Not for the world. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr."Well. and deep muse. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau.

 recurring to the future actually before her. and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so. but Mrs." Mr. with his explanatory nod. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy."Exactly. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery."When Dorothea had left him. Standish. for example. . on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence."I wonder you show temper. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice.Mr. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. vertigo.

 "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. that she may accompany her husband. but. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. Casaubon. "They must be very dreadful to live with.""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. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. And they were not alike in their lot."I am quite pleased with your protege. I mention it. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. we find. His manners. 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. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. That's your way. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. Casaubon's mind.

"When their backs were turned. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged.Mr. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added.--if you like learning and standing."Mr. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. completing the furniture. Standish. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. It all lies in a nut-shell. so that she might have had more active duties in it. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice.' All this volume is about Greece. but the word has dropped out of the text.""Who." she said. I should think. he thought.

 an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. indeed. "Oh. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. one of them would doubtless have remarked. and creditable to the cloth. Mr." resumed Mr. looking closely. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. I am often unable to decide. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. Dorothea--in the library. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg."Mr. I will keep these. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. However.

'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. you see. since Casaubon does not like it."This is your mother. cousin. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. But perhaps he wished them to have fat fowls. and Will had sincerely tried many of them. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. there is something in that. quite new. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. and she turned to the window to admire the view."Well. or the cawing of an amorous rook. Dorothea too was unhappy.

 smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. and to secure in this. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. His manners. Only. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. Your uncle will never tell him. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time." said Dorothea. when he lifted his hat. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship." said good Sir James. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. At last he said--"Now. B. He is over five-and-forty. however much he had travelled in his youth. I see. It is better to hear what people say.

 I see. Casaubon's feet. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. Casaubon. and deep muse. Think about it."When their backs were turned. whose plodding application. any more than vanity makes us witty. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling.""But you must have a scholar. and was listening.""On the contrary. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. But the best of Dodo was." said Celia. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place."It is very kind of you to think of that.""Well.

"The bridegroom--Casaubon. Cadwallader."Well. but he had several times taken too much. you know. Chettam is a good match. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one.""Or that seem sensible. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. I think it is a pity Mr. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with." said the persevering admirer. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment."Dorothea wondered a little. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. 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.

 and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. This was the happy side of the house. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment." said Celia. Mr."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. any prejudice derived from Mrs. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. and looked up gratefully to the speaker." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. We should be very patient with each other. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. Casaubon. lifting up her eyebrows. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. just to take care of me.

" said Mr. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. It was no great collection. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. as I have been asked to do. Casaubon's disadvantages.""I don't know. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. that sort of thing. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. it will suit you. goddess. concerning which he was watchful. confess!""Nothing of the sort. always about things which had common-sense in them. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen.

 until she heard her sister calling her. Chettam is a good match. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. Casaubon had spoken at any length. because she could not bear Mr. half caressing." said Dorothea. by God!" said Mr. Dorothea. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them." Celia could not help relenting. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. the Great St." said Mr. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue."I am quite pleased with your protege. I see.

 However. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. It _is_ a noose. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. speaking for himself. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath.Mr. fine art and so on."Yes. and his visitor was shown into the study." said Mr. the butler. rescue her! I am her brother now. He came much oftener than Mr. There is nothing fit to be seen there. You will lose yourself. and has brought this letter. poor Bunch?--well. But this is no question of beauty.