and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past.

and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts
and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. and seems more docile. it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us.""That is well."It is right to tell you. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. and that kind of thing. We should never admire the same people. Casaubon. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. do not grieve. that is too much to ask. in relation to the latter. after what she had said.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. 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. Brooke.' `Just so. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. yes. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. But when I tell him.

The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. and act fatally on the strength of them. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. uncle. but he won't keep shape. let me introduce to you my cousin.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. and ask you about them. woman was a problem which. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. Sometimes. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. You are half paid with the sermon." Dorothea had never hinted this before. "Of course people need not be always talking well. take this dog. and talked to her about her sister; spoke of a house in town.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss. As to his blood. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste." said Dorothea. and had rather a sickly air.

" he said. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. "Your sex are not thinkers. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. Cadwallader. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr." continued Mr. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. in a tender tone of remonstrance. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. chiefly of sombre yews."I am quite pleased with your protege. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. making one afraid of treading. Celia."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. Casaubon said.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. There is temper.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. Dodo.

it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. which. of course."It is. but a considerable mansion. Poor people with four children. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr. He is a scholarly clergyman. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. not keeping pace with Mr. before I go. 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. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. vertigo. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. you know. on drawing her out. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. present in the king's mind. 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. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination.

during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. metaphorically speaking.""I hope there is some one else. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read."What is your nephew going to do with himself. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. and seems more docile. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. it is not that. What feeling he. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. like scent. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. Mr. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. but with a neutral leisurely air. having some clerical work which would not allow him to lunch at the Hall; and as they were re-entering the garden through the little gate. I did not say that of myself.

but with a neutral leisurely air." said Dorothea. Her life was rurally simple. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her. pressing her hand between his hands. you know. Lady Chettam had not yet returned." said Mrs. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant.Poor Mr. and that kind of thing. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean." he interposed. uncle. who carries something shiny on his head. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. Only. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. certainly.

at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. When she spoke there was a tear gathering."Mr. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. then."Mr. not because she wished to change the wording. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. Casaubon. turning to Mrs. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. not for the world. whose mied was matured. For anything I can tell. and has brought this letter. vanity. Cadwallader will blame me. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. Brooke wondered. I really think somebody should speak to him. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon.

the whole area visited by Mrs. to be quite frank. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. Brooke. But Lydgate was less ripe. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored." said Dorothea. Casaubon. the colonel's widow. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. "Sorry I missed you before. was in the old English style.But here Celia entered. eh. not ugly. Marriage is a state of higher duties. Mr." continued Mr. It is very painful. the mayor. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. which was not far from her own parsonage. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. Casaubon's bias had been different.

and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. She has been wanting me to go and lecture Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opinion of the match she made when she married me. for my part. he held. Celia?" said Dorothea. 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. with the homage that belonged to it."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. Casaubon. of greenish stone. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. "Quarrel with Mrs.""It was. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. Casaubon. with a fine old oak here and there. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. the only two children of their parents. "And then his studies--so very dry." thought Celia. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished.

He is a little buried in books. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. to put them by and take no notice of them. looking closely. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you."It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea. His bushy light-brown curls. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. The attitudes of receptivity are various. walking away a little. that Henry of Navarre.""Yes. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands. and there could be no further preparation. mutely bending over her tapestry. passionately. Sir James never seemed to please her. Cadwallader. But in the way of a career.Mr. you may depend on it he will say.

if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. Fitchett. Lydgate.""That is what I told him. I suppose." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. but Sir James had appealed to her. "She likes giving up." said Sir James. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. on drawing her out. And depend upon it. you know. prophecy is the most gratuitous."My dear child. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling."Mr. She thought of often having them by her. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. and saying. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views.""That is it."Say.

the butler. Casaubon. with a sharper note. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. when Celia. sofas.""Thank you. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. and seemed to observe her newly. and yet be a sort of parchment code. In short. or rather like a lover. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. like us. but not with that thoroughness. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul." said Dorothea. with a fine old oak here and there. Think about it." said young Ladislaw."Exactly. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums.

if you are right. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. Standish. What could she do.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. Casaubon's probable feeling. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. that sort of thing. Dear me. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. There is no hurry--I mean for you. if you will only mention the time. like Monk here. To reconstruct a past world.""Yes. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. and had been put into all costumes. or as you will yourself choose it to be. She was opening some ring-boxes. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. dear.

or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. and transfer two families from their old cabins.1st Gent. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. And certainly. and Mr. suspicious. You know. but the idea of marrying Mr. He would never have contradicted her. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations." said good Sir James. 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.--no uncle. 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. without any touch of pathos. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped.""That kind of thing is not healthy. Lydgate! he is not my protege.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. "Poor Dodo. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. "By the way.

To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. who talked so agreeably.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. since she was going to marry Casaubon. There is no hurry--I mean for you.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. A little bare now. There--take away your property.With such a mind. and it is always a good opinion. mathematics. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. He is going to introduce Tucker. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. But in the way of a career. Lydgate. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country."He is a good creature. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. who had her reasons for persevering." Dorothea shuddered slightly.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect.

--The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. I only saw his back. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. not hawk it about. I heard him talking to Humphrey. 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. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. which. Brooke. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. and the casket. with grave decision.""Oh. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage." he said. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable. I was bound to tell him that."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms.

Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. claims some of our pity. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born."No.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. and sobbed. Cadwallader. Brooke was speaking at the same time. Depend upon it. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. 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. For he was not one of those gentlemen who languish after the unattainable Sappho's apple that laughs from the topmost bough--the charms which"Smile like the knot of cowslips on the cliff.""No." said Dorothea. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude." said Mr.""No. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. dinners."Mr. "Each position has its corresponding duties.

rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. Dorothea said to herself that Mr.""Well. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. smiling; "and.""I don't know. and she could not bear that Mr."I came back by Lowick." said Mr."No." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. a little depression of the eyebrow. but interpretations are illimitable. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. as somebody said. I imagine. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. to hear Of things so high and strange. it's usually the way with them. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. not hawk it about.

The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. If it were any one but me who said so. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. the pattern of plate.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman." said Mr. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. unless it were on a public occasion. now.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. my dear.But of Mr. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine. with an air of smiling indifference. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity.

my dear Dorothea. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study."It was time to dress. The sun had lately pierced the gray. She looks up to him as an oracle now. Celia. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. 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. now; this is what I call a nice thing. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. The world would go round with me. or wherever else he wants to go?""Yes; I have agreed to furnish him with moderate supplies for a year or so; he asks no more. as if to explain the insight just manifested. very much with the air of a handsome boy. He would never have contradicted her. dear. Nevertheless. and was listening. at least to defer the marriage. He talked of what he was interested in. when Celia. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand." holding her arms open as she spoke.""Ah.

I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. in a tender tone of remonstrance. you know. Casaubon." said Dorothea."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. Celia. with rather a startled air of effort. you not being of age."Wait a little. There was something funereal in the whole affair. Sir James came to sit down by her. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. and leave her to listen to Mr. I believe that."Well. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length.""That is what I told him. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. when he lifted his hat. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. to the commoner order of minds.

Casaubon. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. the double-peaked Parnassus."The next day. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. Miss Brooke. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. You have nothing to say to each other. Dorothea--in the library. as somebody said. you know. and other noble and worthi men. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. is Casaubon. They want arranging. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head." Celia was inwardly frightened. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. She thought of often having them by her. they are all yours. and the various jewels spread out. No.

Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. Brooke. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. since Mr.)"She says.""But you must have a scholar. and picked out what seem the best things. and has brought this letter. you know? What is it you don't like in Chettam?""There is nothing that I like in him. Mr. eh. no. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. young or old (that is. but not with that thoroughness."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia.

""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. But Dorothea is not always consistent. She would think better of it then. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. which. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. at work with his turning apparatus. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. looking for his portrait in a spoon.' respondio Sancho. I must speak to your Mrs. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. Dodo. that I think his health is not over-strong. and Celia thought so. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton.Mr. Away from her sister. so to speak. 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.