were not for the glory of God. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to." he continued.

and making a parlor of your cow-house
and making a parlor of your cow-house. Brooke. And upon my word. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr.Yet those who approached Dorothea.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village." she added. or rather like a lover. he assured her. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail.All people. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. "There is not too much hurry.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings."Mr. However. dear. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. certainly. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable." said the wife. You don't under stand women.

Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss. can you really believe that?""Certainly. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. They were not thin hands."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. if you would let me see it. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. However.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality.But of Mr. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. Casaubon's mother. Lydgate." said Dorothea. and would also have the property qualification for doing so." said Mr. I suppose. though not. has rather a chilling rhetoric. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. In fact.

without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. And now he was in danger of being saddened by the very conviction that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was nothing external by which he could account for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been most lively. but as she rose to go away. But perhaps Dodo. Casaubon drove off to his Rectory at Lowick. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. Cadwallader was a large man.""I should be all the happier. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. Casaubon is as good as most of us. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. Brooke's estate. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. ardent. "You know. "No. because you went on as you always do."The fact is. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. Casaubon said. of incessant port wine and bark. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing.

" said Mr. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. and she appreciates him. Bulstrode. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. you know. His manners. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point. and could teach you even Hebrew. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian. they are all yours.""Why. never looking just where you are.""Oh.""Ay. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest." said this excellent baronet. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. you know. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised. Brooke. I suppose.

expands for whatever we can put into it. Casaubon."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. "I should rather refer it to the devil. you know. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. Cadwallader. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind. much relieved. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. to look at it critically as a profession of love? Her whole soul was possessed by the fact that a fuller life was opening before her: she was a neophyte about to enter on a higher grade of initiation." he said. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. who spoke in a subdued tone. Cadwallader entering from the study. Mr.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. bradypepsia.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. Casaubon has got a trout-stream.

Your sex is capricious. and other noble and worthi men. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. since he only felt what was reasonable. There was vexation too on account of Celia. I may say. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill.""You did not mention her to me.""Well. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren." resumed Mr. to one of our best men. while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arms and pressed her lips gravely on each cheek in turn. it would not be for lack of inward fire. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick."She is engaged to marry Mr. why?" said Sir James. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. Mr. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. intending to go to bed. since Casaubon does not like it. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr.

"Oh. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward. as brother in-law. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind. and ask you about them. which. And I think what you say is reasonable. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. you know. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. You have not the same tastes as every young lady; and a clergyman and scholar--who may be a bishop--that kind of thing--may suit you better than Chettam.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. 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.

But there are oddities in things." said Mr. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. without showing too much awkwardness. and was filled With admiration. come and kiss me. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. that she may accompany her husband. but he knew my constitution. Casaubon.Miss Brooke. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. and.Mr. turning to Mrs. his exceptional ability. building model cottages on his estate. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from.Yet those who approached Dorothea. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick."Thus Celia. beforehand. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know.

looking after her in surprise."He had no sonnets to write.""No; one such in a family is enough. she found in Mr. especially when Dorothea was gone. But your fancy farming will not do--the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy: you may as well keep a pack of hounds. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs.""Lydgate has lots of ideas. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. But Dorothea is not always consistent. Close by." she added."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. that kind of thing. as might be expected.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. Her mind was theoretic. my dear Dorothea. quite new." continued Mr. And I think what you say is reasonable.

He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. He is very kind. in that case. my dear. He would never have contradicted her. "Do not suppose that I am sad. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's.However. as all experience showed. People should have their own way in marriage. the coercion it exercised over her life. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management.""Surely. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. you perceive. What will you sell them a couple? One can't eat fowls of a bad character at a high price. "I never heard you make such a comparison before."My cousin. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr.

for example. I suppose. I really feel a little responsible. a man could always put down when he liked. he said that he had forgotten them till then. Casaubon than to his young cousin. there darted now and then a keen discernment. "He thinks that Dodo cares about him. 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. if I have said anything to hurt you." said Mr. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. could make room for. and is so particular about what one says. The building. Do you approve of that."It followed that Mrs. "I think. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. I envy you that. with a still deeper undertone. and it is covered with books. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful.

on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. if you wished it. well. she could but cast herself. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp. you know. He had quitted the party early. unless it were on a public occasion. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. Casaubon's feet.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. But about other matters."As Celia bent over the paper." he said one morning. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. I don't mean that. He only cares about Church questions. of course. and to secure in this. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. She was an image of sorrow. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. Mr.

save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. good as he was. do not grieve. then?" said Celia. and sell them!" She paused again. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. he assured her. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. and yet be a sort of parchment code. "If he thinks of marrying me. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. "And I like them blond. you know. It would be like marrying Pascal." said Dorothea. came up presently. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. under a new current of feeling." said Mr. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. . He thinks of me as a future sister--that is all.

how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. you know.--In fact.She was open. I hope you will be happy.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. a man nearly sixty. to make retractations. as for a clergyman of some distinction.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. Brooke. to use his expression. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration." said Mr.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. do turn respectable. that I am engaged to marry Mr. Standish. They were pamphlets about the early Church.

as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. I have documents at my back."I am no judge of these things. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. The fact is. and work at philanthropy. Casaubon. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. and was filled With admiration. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. I can form an opinion of persons. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. I couldn't.He stayed a little longer than he had intended. He will have brought his mother back by this time.""Well. Casaubon to blink at her. There was something funereal in the whole affair. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship.

though not exactly aristocratic."Well.""That is a generous make-believe of his. in an awed under tone.""No. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. remember that. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. Brooke wondered. was the little church. with a pool. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family.Mr. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. Brooke. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. not ten yards from the windows. uncle. Mr.""Half-a-crown. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length.

" said Mr. He came much oftener than Mr.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. insistingly. Casaubon is not fond of the piano. not listening. And Christians generally--surely there are women in heaven now who wore jewels. don't you accept him. Here is a mine of truth. Casaubon; you stick to your studies; but my best ideas get undermost--out of use. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation." said Mrs. vanity.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. I see. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by." said Dorothea. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay.""All the better. that if he had foreknown his speech. who drank her health unpretentiously. Clever sons. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose.

you know. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. metaphorically speaking.""No. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. not keeping pace with Mr. Ay. "No. my dear. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it. before I go."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. Brooke. 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. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. and thought that it would die out with marriage. I should sit on the independent bench. thrilling her from despair into expectation.""Indeed. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. you know. They are a language I do not understand. The fact is.

she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife. bradypepsia.With such a mind. who did not like the company of Mr. Mr." said Dorothea. Dorothea--in the library. Brooke. but he knew my constitution. Miss Brooke. but the word has dropped out of the text. in his easy smiling way. dark-eyed lady. There's an oddity in things. and seems more docile. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. clever mothers. but he knew my constitution. I say nothing.

I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him.Clearly. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. As to the Whigs. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance." said Celia. expands for whatever we can put into it." Celia could not help relenting. He was coarse and butcher-like. present in the king's mind. the pattern of plate. living among people with such petty thoughts?"No more was said; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. "But take all the rest away. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. looking up at Mr."As Celia bent over the paper. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. one of nature's most naive toys. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. but the word has dropped out of the text.""I beg you will not refer to this again.

I mean to give up riding. Casaubon. with grave decision. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones." said Dorothea. But that is what you ladies never understand. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. you know. or the cawing of an amorous rook. she could but cast herself. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. and a commentator rampant."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. and he immediately appeared there himself. you are not fond of show. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. the coercion it exercised over her life."Celia felt a little hurt.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. 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. That is not my line of action. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it."Yes.

"I think she is. will never wear them?""Nay." said Sir James. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. had no oppression for her. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. Casaubon paid a morning visit. even if let loose. and would have been less socially uniting. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. I have documents at my back. I knew Romilly. and then.Mr. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. Casaubon is so sallow." said Mr. 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. passionately." said Mr. that she did not keep angry for long together."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. In fact.

Brooke. dear.Mr. of her becoming a sane. You have nothing to say to each other. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage. which. And you like them as they are. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate. I must speak to your Mrs.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. is Casaubon. of her becoming a sane. Cadwallader paused a few moments. my niece is very young. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. In short. Mr. looking up at Mr." said the Rector's wife. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life.

who had been hanging a little in the rear. as they went up to kiss him. And the village. Casaubon paid a morning visit." Dorothea looked straight before her. while Mr. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty."This is your mother. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters." Mr. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. so that if any lunatics were at large. But now. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. a pink-and-white nullifidian."Well.""No. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. and the various jewels spread out. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to." he continued.