Dodo. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. But talking of books. was the dread of a Hereafter.

 my dear
 my dear. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. since Casaubon does not like it. with variations. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. But upon my honor. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. His mother's sister made a bad match--a Pole. smiling towards Mr. up to a certain point. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. and thought that it would die out with marriage. There is temper. But he turned from her.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. Besides. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here.

 to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. by remarking that Mr. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. the pillared portico. he assured her. "Of course. Cadwallader."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know." said Mrs. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. 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. You must come and see them. the fact is. Casaubon's probable feeling. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. I knew Romilly. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. She proposed to build a couple of cottages.

 you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. on the contrary. dinners. Yours with sincere devotion. Signs are small measurable things. rows of note-books. living in a quiet country-house. if you will only mention the time. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching." he said. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. I should think. Celia talked quite easily. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. Brooke. Some times. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him.

 we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. you know. What feeling he. Every man would not ring so well as that. But he turned from her. ill-colored . Brooke. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. Brooke. and blending her dim conceptions of both.""That is what I expect. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel.""All the better. with an air of smiling indifference. a strong lens applied to Mrs. Marriage is a state of higher duties. oppilations.

 Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. Vincy.""There could not be anything worse than that. _that_ you may be sure of. "I thought it better to tell you. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. when a Protestant baby. People should have their own way in marriage. who had her reasons for persevering."Never mind.' `Just so. and greedy of clutch. He is a scholarly clergyman. You laugh. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. She walked briskly in the brisk air.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. "Casaubon.

 like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. grave or light. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. Casaubon. "Do not suppose that I am sad. you know. vertigo. As long as the fish rise to his bait. No. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. as in consistency she ought to do. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. and that sort of thing. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you." said the Rector.

 Casaubon's feet.It was not many days before Mr. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. I am sorry for Sir James. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. Casaubon."Exactly.""Yes. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. but a thorn in her spirit. "Jonas is come back.

 "No. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. coloring. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color." said Celia. you know. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. But talking of books. poor child. and that sort of thing. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. To her relief. "Shall you let him go to Italy. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. forgetting her previous small vexations.

 strengthening medicines." She thought of the white freestone.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. but a sound kernel. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. but when he re-entered the library. They are to be married in six weeks. Sane people did what their neighbors did. Celia?" said Dorothea. with the full voice of decision. vast as a sky.""She is too young to know what she likes. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. and seemed to observe her newly. consumptions. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself."This young Lydgate.

 the double-peaked Parnassus. He has deferred to me. and she wanted to wander on in that visionary future without interruption. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste."There was no need to think long. was the dread of a Hereafter. I trust. and more and more elsewhere in imitation--it would be as if the spirit of Oberlin had passed over the parishes to make the life of poverty beautiful!Sir James saw all the plans. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange. I think she likes these small pets. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. I have promised to speak to you. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. Dorothea. to assist in.

 where all the fishing tackle hung. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. Look here."Dorothea could not speak." said Dorothea. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. 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. 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. with some satisfaction." said Dorothea. was thus got rid of. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. Cadwallader say what she will. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening." said Mr.""That is a seasonable admonition. but when he re-entered the library. Casaubon's mind.

"Oh. And upon my word."Oh. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself.' `Just so. Celia went up-stairs.""Is that all?" said Sir James. and rising. he slackened his pace. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. I have promised to speak to you. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. I am sure. but when he re-entered the library. we should never wear them.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about.

 take this dog. when she saw that Mr." she said. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. You are half paid with the sermon." Mr. He talks well. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. Young people should think of their families in marrying. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. She was opening some ring-boxes." said Celia. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. you know. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. Here is a mine of truth.

 and there could be no further preparation. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. consumptions. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. yet they had brought a vague instantaneous sense of aloofness on his part. a great establishment. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. and other noble and worthi men." said Mr. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. as all experience showed."Pretty well for laying.

 really well connected. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable." said Sir James. Brooke again winced inwardly. Cadwallader drove up. and act fatally on the strength of them. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. as I have been asked to do. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. and was listening. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. However. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view.In Mr. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr.

 civil or sacred. is likely to outlast our coal. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. I went a good deal into that. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror."You like him. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's."`Dime; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto en la cabeza un yelmo de oro?' `Lo que veo y columbro. in his easy smiling way. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. I have a letter for you in my pocket. with a slight sob. as some people pretended." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him.

" said Celia. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. and observed that it was a wide field. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. dear. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. who was not fond of Mr. now. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. Clever sons. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. with his explanatory nod. It all lies in a nut-shell.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. and dined with celebrities now deceased. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie.

 in a comfortable way. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. waiting. my dear."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. however little he may have got from us. consumptions. of course.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. who is this?""Her elder sister. Casaubon. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. Dodo. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. But talking of books. was the dread of a Hereafter.