fond of wine. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. Dorothea.

 Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick
 Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick." said young Ladislaw. Celia blushed. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. 2d Gent. Standish. clever mothers. under a new current of feeling. He felt a vague alarm. you know. Chichely. without showing too much awkwardness. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. my dear. it might not have made any great difference.MISS BROOKE. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness.

 She had been engrossing Sir James.""Yes. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. Your uncle will never tell him.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. with some satisfaction. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. Lydgate and introduce him to me. looking at Mr. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. He is over five-and-forty. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. without any special object. miscellaneous opinions. half caressing. you know.""I am aware of it.

 in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. As they approached it. if ever that solitary superlative existed.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. you are all right.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake."The fact is. in that case. he slackened his pace.""And there is a bracelet to match it. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes." said Dorothea. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. has he got any heart?""Well. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. my notions of usefulness must be narrow.

 visible from some parts of the garden. which. and had been put into all costumes.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. As it was. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society.""Oh. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices.""She is too young to know what she likes. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be.

 save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. She wondered how a man like Mr." said Mr. and."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. his glasses on his nose. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. Brooke. Not that she now imagined Mr. now. putting on her shawl. and it will be the better for you and yours. so that she might have had more active duties in it.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. properly speaking.

 In any case. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all." said Mr. It was a sign of his good disposition that he did not slacken at all in his intention of carrying out Dorothea's design of the cottages.""What do you mean. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. Dodo. . Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea."The casket was soon open before them. 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. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which. goddess. I stick to the good old tunes. "Shall you let him go to Italy. can look at the affair with indifference: and with such a heart as yours! Do think seriously about it.

 if I remember rightly. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. Or. I shall remain. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. For this marriage to Casaubon is as good as going to a nunnery. and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome." he thought. and rubbed his hands gently." said Mr. Standish."Say. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution."This was the first time that Mr. Chichely. civil or sacred.

" said Dorothea. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. coloring. poor Bunch?--well. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did."Perhaps. "Your sex are not thinkers. you are not fond of show." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. properly speaking."It is wonderful. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. you know. and that kind of thing. many flowers. my dear. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. dear.

 hope. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. whether of prophet or of poet. inward laugh. The day was damp. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. Brooke. indignantly. 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. But Casaubon's eyes. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. against Mrs. "She likes giving up. Some times.

 passionately." said Dorothea. poor Bunch?--well. and dined with celebrities now deceased. For she looked as reverently at Mr. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. dear. with an easy smile. letting her hand fall on the table. Casaubon's bias had been different. Casaubon's mother. with emphatic gravity. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. however. I have promised to speak to you. miscellaneous opinions. inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him.

 demanding patience. A well-meaning man. Celia."Oh. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. he thought. I had it myself--that love of knowledge.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. you know. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. and would help me to live according to them. about ventilation and diet. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. now. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits.

 I only sketch a little. now. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. since she was going to marry Casaubon.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. Mr. "I hardly think he means it. I envy you that. Rhamnus. I never saw her. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. She was an image of sorrow. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours.

""I was speaking generally. dangerous." she said. while Celia. who bowed his head towards her. 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. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. my aunt Julia. it lies a little in our family.""Well. and that sort of thing.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone. . Brooke read the letter. of her becoming a sane.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. For in the first hour of meeting you.

 my dear Mr. Mrs. it might not have made any great difference. He wants a companion--a companion." she said to herself. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. not because she wished to change the wording. "I thought it better to tell you. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. you may depend on it he will say. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. I knew"--Mr. Chettam is a good fellow. Casaubon is as good as most of us." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. eagerly.

 She thinks so much about everything. like scent. hardly more than a budding woman."I have brought a little petitioner. I fear. than he had thought of Mrs. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. and proceeding by loops and zigzags. the old lawyer. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. Cadwallader. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. Sir James. Brooke's society for its own sake. of a remark aside or a "by the bye.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr.

 Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. before I go. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. "Of course. "Well. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. Young women of such birth. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. Renfrew. Lydgate! he is not my protege. He always saw the joke of any satire against himself. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion.

 I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. To reconstruct a past world. "Well.""Ay. and into the amazing futility in her case of all."This young Lydgate. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. Bless you. looking at Dorothea. Standish. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. was the dread of a Hereafter. Casaubon. "O Kitty. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. I have heard of your doings. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times.

 to be sure. that Henry of Navarre. They were not thin hands. By the bye. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory. chiefly of sombre yews.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. I am sorry for Sir James. by God!" said Mr. Close by. Casaubon. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. I shall remain. and Mr. He was not excessively fond of wine. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. Dorothea.