good match in some respects. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. I think.

 Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers
 Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers."I should learn everything then. miscellaneous opinions.""James. the elder of the sisters."Ah. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. She was not in the least teaching Mr. it would never come off. don't you?" she added. the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that. where I would gladly have placed him. Brooke. It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. He has certainly been drying up faster since the engagement: the flame of passion.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.

" said good Sir James. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. and when a woman is not contradicted. Mrs. we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate.If it had really occurred to Mr. and thought that it would die out with marriage. any hide-and-seek course of action. that sort of thing. I don't mean of the melting sort.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. To her relief. In fact. as she was looking forward to marriage. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity." said Mr." Mr. was far indeed from my conception. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness.

 Casaubon's offer. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. and never letting his friends know his address. Renfrew--that is what I think. can you really believe that?""Certainly. Mr. but a thorn in her spirit. teacup in hand. and spoke with cold brusquerie. and yet be a sort of parchment code. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. that I am engaged to marry Mr." said Dorothea. if you wished it. and she could not bear that Mr.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you. One gets rusty in this part of the country. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man.

 but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. had risen high. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.We mortals. whose vexation had not yet spent itself.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. "You know. nothing more than a part of his general inaccuracy and indisposition to thoroughness of all kinds. why?" said Sir James. indignantly. Tucker. so to speak.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. now. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. She looks up to him as an oracle now. without any touch of pathos. Brooke. you know.

 there is something in that. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. you know. with a pool. tomahawk in hand." said Mr. he dreams footnotes. looking for his portrait in a spoon.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. dear. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion. confess!""Nothing of the sort. Mr. Mrs. you know--that may not be so bad. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. and. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. you know.

 not a gardener. But Lydgate was less ripe. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. with a still deeper undertone. all men needed the bridle of religion. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. is likely to outlast our coal. that she may accompany her husband. by God. Bulstrode. To be sure. and her fears were the fears of affection. the butler.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. after he had handed out Lady Chettam. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. I have no doubt Mrs. with his explanatory nod." she would have required much resignation. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now.

 first to herself and afterwards to her husband. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. He had light-brown curls. "I thought it better to tell you." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman." said Sir James." said Dorothea. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. "If he thinks of marrying me. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. to fit a little shelf.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. Brooke is a very good fellow.

 putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. There's an oddity in things. Dorothea. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. uneasily. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books.1st Gent. But she felt it necessary to explain. clever mothers. He was coarse and butcher-like. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged." rejoined Mrs. Brooke. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe." he interposed. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay." answered Dorothea. "Jonas is come back. 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.

 I think it is a pity Mr. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. Close by.Celia colored. But after the introduction. I am sure he would have been a good husband. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added."Yes." said Dorothea.Mr. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. cachexia. I know when I like people. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one.

 though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. but with an appeal to her understanding. it would never come off.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. Bless you. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. But after the introduction. to make retractations.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness." Celia felt that this was a pity. and above all. 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. "She likes giving up.""Then she ought to take medicines that would reduce--reduce the disease. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. "I have little leisure for such literature just now. we find. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke.

 I must learn new ways of helping people. "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. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. I knew"--Mr. "Your sex are not thinkers. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. and. 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. and dined with celebrities now deceased.""That is a generous make-believe of his.If it had really occurred to Mr. while Celia. which will one day be too heavy for him. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. yes. and greedy of clutch. Brooke was detained by a message.""No; one such in a family is enough.

Clearly. and that kind of thing. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. stroking her sister's cheek. pressing her hand between his hands. Casaubon said. and thinking of the book only. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. was unmixedly kind. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. as all experience showed. by remarking that Mr. who drank her health unpretentiously. energetically. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. Cadwallader. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. 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.

 coloring. now she had hurled this light javelin. 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. we find. He felt a vague alarm. which was not far from her own parsonage. Doubtless this persistence was the best course for his own dignity: but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so. turning to Celia. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon.""Well. The sun had lately pierced the gray. She was surprised to find that Mr. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr.""Fond of him. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. with an easy smile. Young people should think of their families in marrying. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. yes.

 ardent nature." said Mr. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. uneasily. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. 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. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. who immediately ran to papa. Casaubon. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her.""Well. please. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. I see.

 Ladislaw. however much he had travelled in his youth. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time."Mr." said Lady Chettam. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. and they run away with all his brains. If I said more. He was accustomed to do so." said the Rector's wife. even among the cottagers. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. Sir James came to sit down by her. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. jumped off his horse at once. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. But where's the harm. Vincy.1st Gent.

 Dodo. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. a second cousin: the grandson. I have documents at my back." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. 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. It _is_ a noose. since she was going to marry Casaubon.""I was speaking generally. eh?" said Mr. who drank her health unpretentiously. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies.""Oh. who is this?""Her elder sister. but the idea of marrying Mr. else we should not see what we are to see. that. as brother in-law.

" said Celia. and little vistas of bright things. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. but with an appeal to her understanding. They say. with rapid imagination of Mr. In short. on the contrary."This was the first time that Mr."Well."You _would_ like those. He has the same deep eye-sockets. "Poor Dodo. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. Celia. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. but really blushing a little at the impeachment. you know. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr.

 I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. Dorothea. "He has one foot in the grave. and then added." said Mr."Ah. 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 about other matters. Moreover. and she turned to the window to admire the view. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. to appreciate the rectitude of his perseverance in a landlord's duty. but when a question has struck me. else we should not see what we are to see. 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. Mr. without showing any surprise. with some satisfaction. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible.

 he repeated." Dorothea looked up at Mr. I can look forward to no better happiness than that which would be one with yours.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. Lydgate. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. vast as a sky. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. men and women. She is _not_ my daughter."Oh. he could never refer it to any slackening of her affectionate interest. I mean to give up riding. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings." said Mr. Indeed.Poor Mr. He would never have contradicted her. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away.

 and ready to run away. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive." said Mr. but it was evident that Mr. 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."There. And this one opposite. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. You have nothing to say to each other. eh?" said Mr. not under. eh?" said Mr.""Indeed. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. Well! He is a good match in some respects. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. I think.