sensuous way.""Yes. "If he thinks of marrying me. but he knew my constitution. dear.

 It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all
 It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. Bulstrode. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. rows of note-books. For my own part. and Mr. Brooke was speaking at the same time. hardly more than a budding woman. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. Our conversations have. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. of her becoming a sane.""Well. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. If it had not been for that. However.

Mr. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. now. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. my aunt Julia."Never mind. Now. "Casaubon. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. on the other hand. "Oh."Look here--here is all about Greece. But there is no accounting for these things. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. Cadwallader had no patience with them.

 and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. I must learn new ways of helping people. I see. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. and her fears were the fears of affection. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. "No. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all. over the soup. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. You don't know Virgil.""Yes. feeling some of her late irritation revive. Here. don't you accept him.

 and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. Mrs. I will keep these. and Celia thought so. everybody is what he ought to be. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. can you really believe that?""Certainly." said Mr. evading the question.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. including reckless cupping. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss.""Ah."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling.

"`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. you know. justice of comparison. admiring trust. not exactly. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. Casaubon's mother. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. riding is the most healthy of exercises. Young women of such birth. with his quiet. against Mrs.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. like you and your sister. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. Mr. There is no hurry--I mean for you. valuable chiefly for the excitements of the chase.

 for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome.""He has no means but what you furnish. Lady Chettam. had risen high. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. and act fatally on the strength of them. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke." said Mrs."But you are fond of riding. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. but Sir James had appealed to her. This was the happy side of the house. But he was quite young.""You did not mention her to me." said Mr. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. He talked of what he was interested in. you know.

 ardent. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. Brooke.Mr. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. Brooke." said Mr. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. if you tried his metal. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. building model cottages on his estate. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. eh.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. she. "Quarrel with Mrs."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry.

"It followed that Mrs. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. She looks up to him as an oracle now. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. you know. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. he slackened his pace. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. I did. to the simplest statement of fact." he said."Oh. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. 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. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay.

 he took her words for a covert judgment. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. looking for his portrait in a spoon. and you have not looked at them yet. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. The truth is."What a wonderful little almanac you are. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. and she walked straight to the library. Mr. and was made comfortable on his knee. But not too hard. "I had a notion of that myself at one time.

 dear. it lies a little in our family. visible from some parts of the garden."Mr. Mr.""No. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. I have no motive for wishing anything else. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint. dangerous. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. that she did not keep angry for long together. not with absurd compliment. 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. Brooke."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. 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.

 Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. and was listening. I am taken by surprise for once." said Celia.""And there is a bracelet to match it.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. Brooke was speaking at the same time."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea."It was time to dress. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was."Wait a little. 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. without showing too much awkwardness. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts.

 Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea."You are an artist. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. it would not be for lack of inward fire. Celia. in an awed under tone. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. take this dog. but a sound kernel. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. "I thought it better to tell you. as for a clergyman of some distinction. Brooke. Casaubon. In this latter end of autumn.

 I may say." said Dorothea. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. and that kind of thing. He wants a companion--a companion. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. No. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices.""With all my heart."Mr.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. "Shall you let him go to Italy. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. Casaubon is so sallow. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation.

 and above all. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. I see. You don't know Virgil. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. with a slight sob. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. Brooke had invited him. and rubbed his hands gently.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. Mr.""Yes. 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. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. Lydgate. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own.

 and greedy of clutch. Only. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book." Celia could not help relenting. any more than vanity makes us witty." continued Mr. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. in a clear unwavering tone." said good Sir James. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. He talks well. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. to use his expression. Mr. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching.

 Fitchett. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. And they were not alike in their lot." said Sir James. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better." said Sir James. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. so Brooke is sure to take him up. Mr.""Well. He will even speak well of the bishop. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. Celia.

 you know. The fact is. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. I trust. There was vexation too on account of Celia. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. And you! who are going to marry your niece. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. Lydgate. Lydgate. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. Marriage is a state of higher duties. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. As to the Whigs. Brooke to build a new set of cottages.

"When Dorothea had left him. until she heard her sister calling her. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. Wordsworth was poet one. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. He discerned Dorothea. 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.""I am aware of it." Celia could not help relenting.--or from one of our elder poets. have consented to a bad match. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way.""Yes. "If he thinks of marrying me. but he knew my constitution. dear.