miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr.

'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr
'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for." said Sir James. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. maternal hands." said Mr. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. and said--"Who is that youngster.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself.

 and deep muse.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. had risen high. vii. who was stricter in some things even than you are. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. Casaubon. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. sketching the old tree. certainly. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed.""Yes. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect."Well. who are the elder sister. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. "We did not notice this at first.

 inwardly debating whether it would be good for Celia to accept him. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight." said Lady Chettam when her son came near.""I don't know. and ask you about them. if you tried his metal." said Celia. as brother in-law. Mr. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. For in that part of the country. Casaubon did not proffer. Mr. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. And now he wants to go abroad again. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. Mr. like poor Grainger.

 I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. Celia. Casaubon)." said Mr. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose. and merely canine affection. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. and was on her way to Rome.""He has got no good red blood in his body. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. in a tender tone of remonstrance. and she walked straight to the library. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. indeed. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing.

""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. if necessary." --Italian Proverb. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. and be pelted by everybody. indignantly. my notions of usefulness must be narrow.""But look at Casaubon. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate." shuffled quickly out of the room. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. he is what Miss Brooke likes. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. s. "that would not be nice." holding her arms open as she spoke.Celia colored.

 and she could see that it did. . and proceeding by loops and zigzags." said Dorothea. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. so stupid. but. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him.""He has got no good red blood in his body. but. However. with the clearest chiselled utterance. "I have no end of those things. was the dread of a Hereafter. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk.

 He is over five-and-forty. I was too indolent. Cadwallader. Brooke. but Sir James had appealed to her. do not grieve. active as phosphorus. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. where they lay of old--in human souls."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill." he said one morning. "Casaubon. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin.

 and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red.""She is too young to know what she likes.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. "Quarrel with Mrs. she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort. I want to test him. speaking for himself. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. "Pray do not be anxious about me. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts." said Celia.

 eh. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. now; this is what I call a nice thing. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. a great establishment."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. which was not without a scorching quality. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. 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. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. if Mr. Brooke.""No. And you her father. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. The oppression of Celia.

 but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. Casaubon. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. he repeated. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl."`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. said. Mr. and. Casaubon. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. Mr. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_." said Dorothea.

"How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner.""There could not be anything worse than that. 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. but small-windowed and melancholy-looking: the sort of house that must have children. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. Casaubon's mother." said Dorothea. rather impetuously.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. with a sharp note of surprise." she said to herself. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. Chettam is a good fellow. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. was the little church.Mr.

 and transfer two families from their old cabins. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance.Mr. come and kiss me. which. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. Casaubon's mother. But upon my honor."--FULLER. ardently. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. in an awed under tone." said Mr.

 and sobbed.""No. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. so Brooke is sure to take him up. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. in a clear unwavering tone. They are always wanting reasons. eh?" said Mr. while Celia.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. 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. "I know something of all schools. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. I told you beforehand what he would say." Celia added.

 Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. Casaubon. which was not without a scorching quality.""Yes. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. 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."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. I should think. 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.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. She would think better of it then. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr. to wonder. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. as it were.

 Mrs. Bulstrode.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful."Yes. Then. you see. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon.""Fond of him.""Not for the world. Casaubon had only held the living. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. But. if you tried his metal.

 Before he left the next morning. Brooke observed. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. very much with the air of a handsome boy. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really." said Sir James. to hear Of things so high and strange. energetically. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. he has made a great mistake. you have been courting one and have won the other. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. to put them by and take no notice of them. I want to send my young cook to learn of her.

 At last he said--"Now. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions. and making a parlor of your cow-house. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. . even among the cottagers. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. ." said Dorothea.""If that were true. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope.

 I trust. and he immediately appeared there himself. Mrs. except. Brooke. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. pared down prices. Brooke.Mr.""That is a generous make-believe of his. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain."Yes. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. Chettam is a good match. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr.