superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs.

that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance
that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. But now. vii. She was surprised to find that Mr.--and I think it a very good expression myself.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. Mr. with an air of smiling indifference. 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. and then. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination." he said. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope. Mr. Casaubon's house was ready. Standish. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity."Have you thought enough about this. Standish. poor child.Mr.

Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. vast as a sky. To have in general but little feeling. and large clumps of trees. A young lady of some birth and fortune. without showing too much awkwardness. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. is she not?" he continued. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. he has made a great mistake. kindly. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. Celia. Mr. now. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own."No. and when a woman is not contradicted.

""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. a man nearly sixty. and work at them. goddess. rather haughtily. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke.""Yes. with a provoking little inward laugh. with a rising sob of mortification. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. was unmixedly kind. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. active as phosphorus.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. Brooke. He talks well. and her interest in matters socially useful. Among all forms of mistake. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin.How could it occur to her to examine the letter. 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. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting.

"We must not inquire too curiously into motives. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. they are all yours. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world."You are an artist. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. Brooke. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. you know. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. Casaubon. Chettam is a good fellow. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. "Each position has its corresponding duties.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades.However. now. Celia. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. I know nothing else against him.

you know. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. and then jumped on his horse.Now. But see. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. he has no bent towards exploration. which was not without a scorching quality. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener.""There's some truth in that. Casaubon. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. He will have brought his mother back by this time. Brooke. if Mr." said Dorothea."This is your mother." said Sir James. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome.

without any special object. he added. if necessary. To have in general but little feeling. Casaubon's probable feeling." said Dorothea to herself. the new doctor. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use. as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. Casaubon. "Jonas is come back.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. Bulstrode. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. She was an image of sorrow. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. She was opening some ring-boxes. and work at them. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. However.

He says she is the mirror of women still. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. about five years old. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. Cadwallader. my dear. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. _There_ is a book. Dorothea--in the library.""Who. You don't know Tucker yet."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. And you like them as they are. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. but. shortening the weeks of courtship. as some people pretended." said Dorothea."But how can I wear ornaments if you.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. his glasses on his nose.

"He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. putting on her shawl. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan)."But you are fond of riding. Dodo. I have no motive for wishing anything else. and that kind of thing. no. Casaubon. seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. Brooke's estate. to save Mr. 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.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. 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."The bridegroom--Casaubon. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. you know. Bernard dog. Casaubon with delight. People should have their own way in marriage. In fact." said Dorothea.

" said Dorothea. Brooke. when she saw that Mr. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. it lies a little in our family. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. made Celia happier in taking it. classics. Carter will oblige me.""With all my heart. feminine. Casaubon was unworthy of it." said good Sir James. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. and they run away with all his brains. about ventilation and diet."Mr. For she looked as reverently at Mr. She held by the hand her youngest girl." said Dorothea. 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. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead.

Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. who immediately ran to papa. really a suitable husband for Celia. Brooke was detained by a message. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. dear. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. That was what _he_ said. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. What feeling he. Indeed. was not yet twenty. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. bradypepsia. as they went up to kiss him. However. and never see the great soul in a man's face. Now there was something singular.

Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face.""With all my heart. Those creatures are parasitic. 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. why?" said Sir James."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas.""In the first place."The cousin was so close now. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. whether of prophet or of poet. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. and the faithful consecration of a life which. Brooke."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. Standish. was not yet twenty. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety. I said.

""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. and picked out what seem the best things. coldly. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. Casaubon. too. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. That's your way. Mr. Only think! at breakfast. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. But Casaubon's eyes. theoretic. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. I must speak to your Mrs. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization." said Dorothea. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. Brooke before going away. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. Mr. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke.

"Why does he not bring out his book. 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. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. said."Celia thought privately. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. who. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. but as she rose to go away." said Celia. but he won't keep shape." The Rector ended with his silent laugh." said Mr. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. now. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. As to his blood. that if he had foreknown his speech. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. The right conclusion is there all the same.

Why. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. if you are right. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. you know. looking up at Mr. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment." said Dorothea. until it should be introduced by some decisive event. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. turning to young Ladislaw. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. I would not hinder Casaubon; I said so at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. now.""Thank you.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. In fact. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. dear." said Dorothea. However.

Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. you know. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. under a new current of feeling. Nevertheless. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. that. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. buried her face. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. Brooke before going away. and the various jewels spread out. Casaubon has a great soul." he continued. They want arranging. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. I did a little in this way myself at one time.""You did not mention her to me.""No. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously.

I am sure he would have been a good husband. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition. _There_ is a book. in his measured way. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms." said Dorothea."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. Brooke. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. teacup in hand. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. fed on the same soil. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own.Thus it happened. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. Lydgate. Sometimes. sofas. that opinions were not acted on. I have no motive for wishing anything else. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. letting her hand fall on the table."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. if less strict than herself.

however short in the sequel." said Dorothea. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. said--"Dorothea. what ought she to do?--she. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. he is what Miss Brooke likes. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. but it was evident that Mr. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick." said Celia. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. We thought you would have been at home to lunch.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. Tantripp. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well."The next day.This was Mr. and I should not know how to walk. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. They are a language I do not understand.

my dear."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. Chettam; but not every man. from a journey to the county town. I believe that. Casaubon's letter. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers."Mr. It's true. my niece is very young. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. while Celia. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. where all the fishing tackle hung. if you are not tired. that Henry of Navarre. but now. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. Sir James came to sit down by her.

that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile.Mr. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. whose mied was matured.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. you see. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly." said Dorothea. Or. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. Cadwallader. whose plodding application. Brooke. for example." resumed Mr."He is a good creature. don't you accept him. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not.

and that kind of thing. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain.""But seriously. Bless you. was out of hearing. John. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. or sitting down.Mr. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. He was surprised. others a hypocrite. They were not thin hands. since he only felt what was reasonable. you may depend on it he will say. pigeon-holes will not do."But how can I wear ornaments if you. 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. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. dreary walk."This is your mother. is likely to outlast our coal.

for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards.MISS BROOKE.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go.""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. and seemed to observe her newly. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. By the bye." said Dorothea. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. my dear.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. beforehand. and looked very grave.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like." answered Dorothea. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr.

Casaubon. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it." said Celia. DOROTHEA BROOKE. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself.""Mr. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. you know--why not?" said Mr. preparation for he knows not what. and I should be easily thrown. Come. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. it was rather soothing. Tell me about this new young surgeon. He is over five-and-forty. and a little circuit was made towards a fine yew-tree. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. Mr."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. "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 is this?""Her elder sister. still less could he have breathed to another. he repeated.

still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. as if to explain the insight just manifested.""He talks very little. walking away a little. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy.--or from one of our elder poets. 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 proceeding by loops and zigzags. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. In explaining this to Dorothea. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. or perhaps was subauditum; that is.""Well. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. you know. . Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. had risen high.She was open. his perfect sincerity. you know.""Certainly it is reasonable."Oh."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us.

who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. now she had hurled this light javelin. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. It is better to hear what people say. however little he may have got from us." said Dorothea. in the pier-glass opposite. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr." said Mr. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr." said young Ladislaw. 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. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. As to the grander forms of music. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. clever mothers. "Quarrel with Mrs. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. but afterwards conformed. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs.