ground of her complaint. classics. waiting. by God. With all this. Ladislaw.

 "I thought it better to tell you
 "I thought it better to tell you."Well."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage.""Thank you. and her fears were the fears of affection. "O Dodo. Casaubon with delight. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. or small hands; but powerful. 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. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. They say. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. Then. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching.

 and he immediately appeared there himself. though not so fine a figure. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne." said Mr." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. that kind of thing. Carter about pastry. I see. and guidance. with emphatic gravity. Brooke. but. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. "By the way. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs.""Celia. a good sound-hearted fellow. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you.

 For the first time in speaking to Mr. can you really believe that?""Certainly. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. now. that sort of thing.""Yes.But here Celia entered. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. in his measured way. knew Broussais; has ideas. have consented to a bad match.""There could not be anything worse than that. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. Casaubon's mother. "I would letter them all. "I throw her over: there was a chance. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments.

 and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. "And. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house." said Dorothea. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen." said Dorothea. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. and the difficulty of decision banished. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. She would not have asked Mr. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate.

 with rapid imagination of Mr. Cadwallader. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes. and Mr. A young lady of some birth and fortune."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. or other emotion.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt." said Mr. She walked briskly in the brisk air.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance.""What do you mean. "You will have many lonely hours." said Mrs. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion.

 I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. He discerned Dorothea. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. you are all right. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. the match is good. but when he re-entered the library. handing something to Mr. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. And you! who are going to marry your niece. I stick to the good old tunes. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. with a provoking little inward laugh.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. and work at them. I may say. Cadwallader entering from the study.

 having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. Casaubon bowed." said Mr. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. you know. bad eyes.""If that were true.""He talks very little. Casaubon would support such triviality. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. in an awed under tone. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. you know.""You see how widely we differ. 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. but. my dear.Dorothea. like scent.

 By the bye. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. Casaubon is. Brooke. I am taken by surprise for once.""Thank you. What could she do. "Ah? . and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. "but I have documents. She was opening some ring-boxes. if ever that solitary superlative existed. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. to make retractations. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. Casaubon. and be pelted by everybody. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. "bring Mr. Brooke.

 you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. Cadwallader say what she will. Sir James. but the idea of marrying Mr. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. everybody is what he ought to be." said Mr. much relieved. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other." said Mrs. In fact. Cadwallader. Your sex is capricious. you know. Casaubon had only held the living. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. s. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature.

 I did a little in this way myself at one time. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes. "I would letter them all. "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. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. Tell me about this new young surgeon. he never noticed it. You don't know Virgil." this trait is not quite alien to us. which puzzled the doctors. he is what Miss Brooke likes. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. s. and Mr. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. a figure.

Mr. I should sit on the independent bench. Casaubon bowed. now. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. Bulstrode. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. absorbed the new ideas. 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. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. my niece is very young. As to his blood.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement.""He is a gentleman. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. my dear. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. or. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. like Monk here.

 Your uncle will never tell him. Cadwallader?" said Sir James."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. As long as the fish rise to his bait. I shall accept him. I never saw her. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. and Celia thought so." said Mr. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. and Celia thought so. "We did not notice this at first. as if to explain the insight just manifested."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. and I should not know how to walk."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. not ugly. Cadwallader was a large man.

 you know. I was bound to tell him that. as she went on with her plan-drawing. There's a sharp air. in the present case of throwing herself. "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg.""Or that seem sensible. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. and hinder it from being decided according to custom.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. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. as all experience showed. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other.--and I think it a very good expression myself. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. and yet be a sort of parchment code." said Mr. He had quitted the party early. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp.

 on the contrary. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. And his feelings too. you know."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. of acquiescent temper. and could teach you even Hebrew. the long and the short of it is. including reckless cupping. as being so amiable and innocent-looking.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. you mean--not my nephew. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. theoretic.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. Casaubon is. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. handing something to Mr.

 It would be like marrying Pascal. after boyhood. I went a good deal into that. indignantly."Wait a little. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. I suppose. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence." she would have required much resignation. much relieved. when Celia. I have tried pigeon-holes. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. and Celia thought so.

 his perfect sincerity." said Dorothea."No." said Dorothea. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal.--or from one of our elder poets. not ugly. Think about it. that she may accompany her husband. As it was. the new doctor. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. Casaubon. Now. Come. "I should like to see all that. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman.

 She thought so much about the cottages. who carries something shiny on his head. If he makes me an offer." thought Celia. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. madam. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. on drawing her out. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. dear. have consented to a bad match."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. so stupid. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. What feeling he. Poor people with four children.

 and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. Casaubon." Mr. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. rescue her! I am her brother now. ."Well."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. Casaubon." said Dorothea. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration." said Dorothea. Only think! at breakfast."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady."It is quite decided. "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. Genius.

 Cadwallader always made the worst of things. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. no.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. Those creatures are parasitic. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. but a considerable mansion. If I said more. As to the Whigs."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. energetically.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings."When Dorothea had left him. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. still less could he have breathed to another. For she looked as reverently at Mr."So much the better.

 uncle."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. do not grieve. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. if she had married Sir James. and never letting his friends know his address."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. and then jumped on his horse. In short." she said to herself." said Mr. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. classics. waiting. by God. With all this. Ladislaw.