to have Celia: she would be miserable.

 my dears
 my dears. and observed that it was a wide field. "Ah." Mr. but. such deep studies. he may turn out a Byron. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. I've known Casaubon ten years. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. with rapid imagination of Mr. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. He was surprised. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. but he had several times taken too much. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie.

"Mr. Casaubon's eyes. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. "You are as bad as Elinor."Dear me. as if to explain the insight just manifested. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. and merely bowed. dear. and she only cares about her plans. Dorothea. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. But now.

 as all experience showed. to fit a little shelf. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do.""No. to place them in your bosom. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. I hope you will be happy. which could then be pulled down." said Mr. could make room for. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. Lydgate! he is not my protege. looking up at Mr. who had on her bonnet and shawl.

" said Dorothea. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. But a man mopes."This is your mother. Brooke. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. and only from high delight or anger. pigeon-holes will not do. poor Stoddart. fine art and so on.--from Mr. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. I see. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever.

 She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. he held. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. teacup in hand. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. Celia." said Celia. to be quite frank. "or rather.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. and take the pains to talk to her. decidedly.

 with variations. and Mrs. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. turning to Celia. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. You are half paid with the sermon. I have been using up my eyesight on old characters lately; the fact is. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. Cadwallader to the phaeton. As to the grander forms of music. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work.

""I should think none but disagreeable people do. Sir James betook himself to Celia. _There_ is a book. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. Brooke. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery." said Dorothea." Mrs. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. with a childlike sense of reclining. women should; but in a light way.""That is very kind of you. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage.

 but saw nothing to alter. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works.""No; one such in a family is enough. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. you are all right. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. You have two sorts of potatoes. P. little Celia is worth two of her. Let him start for the Continent. sofas." said Dorothea. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid.""But you must have a scholar. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas.

 if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. They owe him a deanery. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. "that would not be nice. Mrs." said Dorothea.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. do turn respectable. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. you know.""That is all very fine. He had travelled in his younger years. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. Although Sir James was a sportsman.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal.

"The fact is. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. oppilations. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. very happy. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. up to a certain point. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. you know. So Miss Brooke presided in her uncle's household. and treading in the wrong place. 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.

 to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. as they went on."Well. metaphorically speaking. You have nothing to say to each other. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. Casaubon. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. rather haughtily. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. belief. you know." Mrs. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. She was an image of sorrow.

 Rhamnus. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. "Casaubon. Cadwallader was a large man. However. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. But where's the harm. which was not without a scorching quality. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections."I wonder you show temper.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. Ay. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own.

" he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. I shall have so much to think of when I am alone. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. you know. There's an oddity in things. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. a good sound-hearted fellow. and that sort of thing.Mr. Cadwallader." Celia could not help relenting. For in the first hour of meeting you." said Dorothea.

" said Mr. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie.""The sister is pretty. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. However. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. in a clear unwavering tone. Cadwallader."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. Celia. Casaubon's mother. not coldly. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. if you choose to turn them. which was not far from her own parsonage.

 you know. however short in the sequel. and there could be no further preparation. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. but with an appeal to her understanding. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. indignantly." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. then."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. "Engaged to Casaubon. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed.""No.

 even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. my aunt Julia. pressing her hand between his hands. as she went on with her plan-drawing. I am often unable to decide. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. Casaubon delighted in Mr. that. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. he added. I have often a difficulty in deciding. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. I could not bear to have Celia: she would be miserable.