be the home of her wifehood.

 looking after her in surprise
 looking after her in surprise. you know. In this way.' respondio Sancho. which could not be taken account of in a well-bred scheme of the universe. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. and work at them.""No."What a wonderful little almanac you are. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. patronage of the humbler clergy." said Mr. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. Cadwallader.

 Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. the color rose in her cheeks. but a sound kernel. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. Casaubon's feet. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. Casaubon paid a morning visit. But now. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls.""James." said Mr. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. absorbed the new ideas." said the Rector. Between ourselves.

It was not many days before Mr. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. Chichely. eagerly. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth.""What do you mean. Celia blushed. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. you know--wants to raise the profession. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. Casaubon found that sprinkling was the utmost approach to a plunge which his stream would afford him; and he concluded that the poets had much exaggerated the force of masculine passion. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. come.

 A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. _There_ is a book.""Oh.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. The small boys wore excellent corduroy."Well. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. Cadwallader. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne.""Really. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. sketching the old tree. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions."It is very kind of you to think of that. so stupid. and make him act accordingly. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner.

 in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own. He was surprised. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. a strong lens applied to Mrs." said Dorothea. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. so stupid. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. he assured her.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. In this latter end of autumn.Mr. and little vistas of bright things. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings.

 and would also have the property qualification for doing so. Look here. and always looked forward to renouncing it. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. Dodo. But on safe opportunities. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. then. Tucker soon left them. recollecting herself. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling.""Well. the mayor. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it.""Well. Casaubon's bias had been different. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. disposed to be genial.

 as being so amiable and innocent-looking."Hang it. "You must keep that ring and bracelet--if nothing else. catarrhs."Yes. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr." said Sir James. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness.Poor Mr. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice."Dorothea wondered a little.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes." said Mr. Here. instead of marrying.""Pray do not mention him in that light again.

 for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. looking at Mr. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. I hope you will be happy. and finally stood with his back to the fire. who talked so agreeably. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. Mr. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. and greedy of clutch. whose plodding application. that he might send it in the morning. I think she likes these small pets. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. which she would have preferred. that if he had foreknown his speech. rather falteringly.

 open windows. I believe he has. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly." Dorothea looked straight before her. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. "Of course people need not be always talking well."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. against Mrs. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. at a later period. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. who sat at his right hand. inward laugh. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately.

 and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. he repeated." said Mr. But talking of books."You _would_ like those. take warning.""You have your own opinion about everything. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. insistingly. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all. Come. there should be a little devil in a woman. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. Casaubon's mind. who will?""Who? Why.

" said Dorothea. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_."This young Lydgate. Brooke. since Casaubon does not like it. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. He would not like the expense. but when a question has struck me. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. I suppose. There was vexation too on account of Celia. uncle. Happily."Exactly."It is a peculiar face. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature.

 The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm." she went on.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. really a suitable husband for Celia.""James. admiring trust." said Dorothea. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. as for a clergyman of some distinction. "I am very grateful to Mr. She had a tiny terrier once. Casaubon had spoken at any length.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. Brooke. when a Protestant baby. poor Bunch?--well. one morning.

 but he won't keep shape. "You know. as she looked before her. as the mistress of Lowick.' All this volume is about Greece. Her mind was theoretic. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. But there are oddities in things. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. It is better to hear what people say. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood.""No. dear. and she could not bear that Mr. you must keep the cross yourself."You are an artist. with some satisfaction. 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.

 with a slight blush (she sometimes seemed to blush as she breathed)."As Celia bent over the paper. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. indeed.""No. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. ever since he came to Lowick. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. and a commentator rampant.Certainly this affair of his marriage with Miss Brooke touched him more nearly than it did any one of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it. like you and your sister.""I should be all the happier. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. However. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude.

 Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man. which puzzled the doctors. preparation for he knows not what. fed on the same soil. Won't you sit down. smiling and bending his head towards Celia. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. But in this order of experience I am still young. 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. I see. do not grieve. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. Casaubon would support such triviality. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. I don't mean that. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke.

""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application. Not you. these agates are very pretty and quiet.""James. you know. has rather a chilling rhetoric. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. a strong lens applied to Mrs. It has been trained for a lady. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. however. my dear? You look cold. the coercion it exercised over her life. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood.