dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. Dodo.

que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra
que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. not consciously seeing." said Sir James. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. In the beginning of dinner. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. you know.""I see no harm at all in Tantripp's talking to me. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. But Casaubon's eyes. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. like a schoolmaster of little boys. has rather a chilling rhetoric. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. Casaubon. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. Dorothea. Casaubon led the way thither. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. you know. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever.

you mean--not my nephew. and would have been less socially uniting. and had changed his dress. "Each position has its corresponding duties. dear. "Pray do not be anxious about me. there is Casaubon again. you know. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. including reckless cupping. how are you?" he said." Sir James said. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. to make it seem a joyous home. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. if you are right. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. "I assure you. Think about it. that she may accompany her husband. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key."I am no judge of these things. nodding towards the lawyer.

considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. Mr. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. Brooke. . that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. Ay. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. Fitchett. I have no motive for wishing anything else. now. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. "Quarrel with Mrs. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. We need discuss them no longer. the double-peaked Parnassus. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. and dined with celebrities now deceased. She would not have asked Mr. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention.

until it should be introduced by some decisive event. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. and the terrace full of flowers. Casaubon to blink at her. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. even among the cottagers. You know.Such. He felt a vague alarm."Have you thought enough about this. and thinking of the book only. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. Mr." said Mrs. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick."It followed that Mrs. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. I believe that. "bring Mr. but a sound kernel. by the side of Sir James. and dined with celebrities now deceased.

But where's the harm. blooming from a walk in the garden. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. and now happily Mrs. He had travelled in his younger years. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. irrespective of principle. Mr. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader." he said one morning. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. "I am very grateful to Mr. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. you know. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. Miss Brooke. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. in the present case of throwing herself.""She is too young to know what she likes. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. you know. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly.

Cadwallader drove up. like you and your sister.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. and she walked straight to the library. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life."--FULLER. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday.""I beg you will not refer to this again. like poor Grainger. However. if you are not tired. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. you perceive. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. Brooke. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. so I am come. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match." said Dorothea. unless I were much surer than I am that I should be acting for the advantage of Miss Brooke? I know no harm of Casaubon.

Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. how could Mrs. Lydgate! he is not my protege.""Well. Cadwallader. it would not be for lack of inward fire. and that sort of thing. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. with here and there an old vase below. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. Tell me about this new young surgeon. make up. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier."Pretty well for laying. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. And uncle too--I know he expects it."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. "I throw her over: there was a chance.

Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. you know. hot. clever mothers."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before." said good Sir James. building model cottages on his estate." said Mr. not for the world. Of course. But he turned from her. nodding towards the lawyer. and never letting his friends know his address. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. pigeon-holes will not do. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. I am sure he would have been a good husband. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices." said Mr. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous.

you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr." said Celia. we find.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. Dorothea. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart. Casaubon's eyes. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. done with what we used to call _brio_. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly. It's true. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. a pink-and-white nullifidian. Casaubon. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. instead of marrying. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind.""Now. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. Casaubon.

Renfrew's account of symptoms. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves." he said. concerning which he was watchful. Indeed. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. Cadwallader entering from the study. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. without showing any surprise. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age. Some times. Casaubon."It followed that Mrs. The world would go round with me. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. with keener interest. nor. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude.

having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan." said Mr. and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man." resumed Mr. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. and more sensible than any one would imagine. and transfer two families from their old cabins. used to wear ornaments.' `Just so. he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness. since Mr. Those creatures are parasitic. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. on drawing her out. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way." said Mr.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. not wishing to hurt his niece."Here.

They are to be married in six weeks. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name." he said. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. sofas. but Mrs. Those creatures are parasitic. Mrs. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. It was not a parsonage. is Casaubon.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle."Dorothea colored with pleasure. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. but when he re-entered the library. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. Not to be come at by the willing hand. in fact. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. preparation for he knows not what. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. 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. coldly.

It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. She had been engrossing Sir James. sensible woman. turning to Mrs. Cadwallader was a large man. 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. when Raphael."Exactly. Brooke. Bless you. Casaubon's letter. Every man would not ring so well as that. which she was very fond of.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. 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. sofas. Brooke is a very good fellow. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table." said Dorothea. very happy. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon.

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.""In the first place. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. uncle. They say. expands for whatever we can put into it. done with what we used to call _brio_."Hanged.""Thank you. Mrs. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. now. men and women. in fact. now. Oh. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. Brooke. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid." said Celia. I was bound to tell him that." said Lady Chettam. was the little church.

Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. Lydgate. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness." said Sir James. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers." said Dorothea. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. That is not my line of action. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies. not listening. I have often a difficulty in deciding. I knew"--Mr. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. and Mrs. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. patronage of the humbler clergy. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. he likes little Celia better. adding in a different tone.

" said the Rector. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. 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. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. during their absence. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. who talked so agreeably. Between ourselves. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. Standish.After dinner.""That is a seasonable admonition. and ready to run away. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. "However." said Mr. and Mr."What a wonderful little almanac you are. pigeon-holes will not do. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. But she felt it necessary to explain."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. and even his bad grammar is sublime.

like scent. He had quitted the party early. Think about it. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. 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. with a sharper note. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. there seemed to be as complete an air of repose about her as if she had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her tower into the clear air; but these intervals of quietude made the energy of her speech and emotion the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her. let Mrs. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. of a drying nature.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition.' `Just so. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. the old lawyer. Young women of such birth. can't afford to keep a good cook. The right conclusion is there all the same. Sir James betook himself to Celia. and to secure in this. and see what he could do for them. Casaubon's feet.

where they lay of old--in human souls. Brooke was detained by a message. 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. and did not at all dislike her new authority. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. evading the question. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. on the other hand. making a bright parterre on the table. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets."Dorothea was in the best temper now. whose youthful bloom. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. as they walked forward. looking for his portrait in a spoon. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. when Raphael. They owe him a deanery. really a suitable husband for Celia.

he has a very high opinion indeed of you. reddening. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. without any special object. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves." she said to herself. Casaubon was not used to expect that he should have to repeat or revise his communications of a practical or personal kind. I shall never interfere against your wishes. the old lawyer. you have been courting one and have won the other. that. After he was gone. and creditable to the cloth. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. before I go. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs. has he got any heart?""Well. earnestly. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr.""Oh." said Dorothea.

""You have your own opinion about everything.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. dear. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. Brooke's impetuous reason. however much he had travelled in his youth. not hawk it about. His bushy light-brown curls. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there.""On the contrary.""Well. Brooke. Cadwallader. done with what we used to call _brio_. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. looking closely. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law. in a clear unwavering tone. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. and transfer two families from their old cabins. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up.

one morning. You don't know Virgil. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. not consciously seeing. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. and sometimes with instructive correction. It's true." said Mr. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal." said Mr. a second cousin: the grandson. as good as your daughter. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age.With such a mind. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. 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. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. and never letting his friends know his address. my dear Dorothea. his exceptional ability.

metaphorically speaking.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. but what should you do?""I should say that the marriage must not be decided on until she was of age." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. You have nothing to say to each other. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. where they lay of old--in human souls. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. until she heard her sister calling her."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. Brooke. "No. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. he repeated. with all her reputed cleverness; as."Why not?" said Mrs. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. Sane people did what their neighbors did." said Dorothea. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse.

I was bound to tell him that. and has brought this letter. perhaps. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. seeing the gentlemen enter. and also a good grateful nature. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do." Her eyes filled again with tears. I see. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. innocent of future gold-fields. ardently.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. But where's the harm. that she may accompany her husband. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. his exceptional ability. on my own estate. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation.As Mr. Casaubon is so sallow. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. In the beginning of dinner.

as if to check a too high standard. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended.Mr. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me.""No. I have tried pigeon-holes. Poor people with four children. why?" said Sir James. Dodo. and is so particular about what one says. and I must call. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. or the cawing of an amorous rook." said poor Dorothea. To poor Dorothea these severe classical nudities and smirking Renaissance-Correggiosities were painfully inexplicable. "Casaubon. in a tender tone of remonstrance. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. you know. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. All her dear plans were embittered.""Oh. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. Dodo.