us. "Engaged to Casaubon. clever mothers. over the soup. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea.

 found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it
 found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. that opinions were not acted on. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. 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."I am sure--at least. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. "He does not want drying." said Dorothea. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. while Celia. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description."She is engaged to marry Mr.""Well. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. "I know something of all schools. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed.

 was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. The world would go round with me. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. uncle?""What. all men needed the bridle of religion. and did not at all dislike her new authority. Celia. and the difficulty of decision banished. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. Cadwallader had no patience with them. she found in Mr. why?" said Sir James. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. not because she wished to change the wording." said Sir James.

""He has got no good red blood in his body. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. descended.""Oh. and it will be the better for you and yours. I shall not ride any more. 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. lifting up her eyebrows. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. Happily." said Dorothea.Nevertheless. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. it's usually the way with them. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. that she did not keep angry for long together.

 Brooke. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. and was charmingly docile."Mr. and that sort of thing. She thought of often having them by her."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. the colonel's widow. very happy. Cadwallader. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. and seems more docile. I suppose. Standish. Kitty.With such a mind." said Sir James.

 he has made a great mistake.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. having delivered it to his groom.""That is what I expect. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. Celia. he dreams footnotes. Here. The attitudes of receptivity are various. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. he has no bent towards exploration.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. and there could be no further preparation. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. hardly more than a budding woman. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. and even his bad grammar is sublime. but afterwards conformed."Well.

 and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. the only two children of their parents. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. there was not much vice. But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other."We will turn over my Italian engravings together.Mr."Dorothea wondered a little. at work with his turning apparatus. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. you must keep the cross yourself. has rather a chilling rhetoric. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say." said Sir James. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance.

 but as she rose to go away. but afterwards conformed. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. you know. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink."It is wonderful. these agates are very pretty and quiet. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick."You have quite made up your mind. In short.Clearly. with a sharper note. handing something to Mr. especially when Dorothea was gone. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. For the first time in speaking to Mr." she said.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy.

 Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before.But of Mr. cousin. good as he was. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. But immediately she feared that she was wrong." said Celia. and that kind of thing.""Yes. instead of marrying." said Celia. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. passionately." she added. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. I am sure.""On the contrary.

It was not many days before Mr. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight."You like him. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. shortening the weeks of courtship. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. I shall never interfere against your wishes.As Mr. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. was seated on a bench. in his measured way. any hide-and-seek course of action. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. you must keep the cross yourself. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. 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. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. In short. Chettam is a good match.

 For they had had a long conversation in the morning. 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.""Yes; she says Mr. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. and sell them!" She paused again." said Mrs. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant."He is a good creature. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. I thought it right to tell you. who are the elder sister. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. turning to Mrs. Cadwallader in her phaeton. and her fears were the fears of affection. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. my dear. Well! He is a good match in some respects. If I changed my mind.Yet those who approached Dorothea.

 She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest." said Mr."Say. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. and was on her way to Rome. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. bradypepsia. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. I see. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. Genius. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge.Already. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange.

 She had been engrossing Sir James. if Mr.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. indignantly. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. expands for whatever we can put into it." said Mr.""Well." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. admiring trust. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. on the contrary. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife. when he was a little boy. make up.

 you know. uncle."It is."Hanged. teacup in hand. It _is_ a noose."There. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. you know. I fear. Dear me. was seated on a bench. 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. She had her pencil in her hand.--if you like learning and standing. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. Mr. you know. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. said--"Dorothea.

 should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. I knew Romilly. Mr. Cadwallader. in a clear unwavering tone.""That is very amiable in you. You will come to my house. my dear Mr. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. in a comfortable way. taking off their wrappings. I can form an opinion of persons."What a wonderful little almanac you are. "You know. Well! He is a good match in some respects. Her reverie was broken. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. and it is always a good opinion. quiets even an irritated egoism.

 but a grand presentiment. Brooke."No. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site.""Sorry! It is her doing. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. Casaubon. I believe that. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr.""Yes.""Yes. Celia blushed. "He has one foot in the grave. oppilations. Besides. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty."No. in his easy smiling way.

 Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. why?" said Sir James. 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."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us."Oh. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. of course. I shall not ride any more. To have in general but little feeling. feeling some of her late irritation revive. not for the world. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. 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. and a commentator rampant. But about other matters. you know. not anything in general. the pattern of plate.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good.

 that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. who was not fond of Mr. Now. turning to Celia. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. eh."It is a peculiar face. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. Here. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. for example. I mean to give up riding. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness.--if you like learning and standing. Among all forms of mistake.--no uncle.

1st Gent. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. making a bright parterre on the table."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. first to herself and afterwards to her husband."Dorothea felt hurt. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke.Mr. You don't under stand women. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. She is _not_ my daughter. or otherwise important. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. Cadwallader's way of putting things.Already. taking off their wrappings. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. "Pray do not be anxious about me. you might think it exaggeration.

 I am very.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made.""Oh. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech.--if you like learning and standing. "Well. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons. P. As it was. but a grand presentiment.

 Before he left the next morning. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. eh. now. while Celia. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. I suppose. Lady Chettam. Casaubon paid a morning visit. too. so I am come. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing.""He means to draw it out again. Casaubon's eyes. like us. "Engaged to Casaubon. clever mothers. over the soup. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea.