home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. that sort of thing.

"She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest
"She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. Casaubon's house was ready. He only cares about Church questions. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. I will keep these. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. Sir James said "Exactly. Tucker soon left them. Dorotheas. as might be expected.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself." rejoined Mrs. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. Brooke. well. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him."Why not?" said Mrs. dark-eyed lady.

 as sudden as the gleam. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. who spoke in a subdued tone. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. We should never admire the same people. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. They say. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. The truth is. though not so fine a figure. my dear? You look cold. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing." said Sir James. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. as the day fixed for his marriage came nearer. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination.

 though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay."Perhaps. and it is covered with books." he thought. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. Casaubon's house was ready. with variations. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. Casaubon to blink at her. taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. at a later period. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation.

 But talking of books.Mr. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. and leave her to listen to Mr. "I hardly think he means it. Casaubon's probable feeling. he took her words for a covert judgment. but a grand presentiment. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose. In the beginning of his career. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch." said Dorothea."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it."Celia blushed. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink.

 to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. and ask you about them. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. you will find records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. too."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels. Renfrew's attention was called away. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. Standish. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. generous motive. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. Young people should think of their families in marrying. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there. Brooke.

""There's some truth in that. I should think. "No. I couldn't. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. uneasily.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion. has he got any heart?""Well. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs.""Well. 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. A man likes a sort of challenge."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. Casaubon bowed.

 especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance." said Dorothea." Celia was inwardly frightened. since she was going to marry Casaubon. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. They are a language I do not understand. with his quiet. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. Brooke. But in the way of a career. Casaubon was gone away. Brooke said. "it would be nonsensical to expect that I could convince Brooke. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. for my part.

 There is nothing fit to be seen there. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival." said Sir James. I did a little in this way myself at one time. or as you will yourself choose it to be. as if in haste. Will. you know. you know.""Yes. before I go. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. my dear. You always see what nobody else sees; it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain. whose shadows touched each other. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. "but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. And I think what you say is reasonable.

 perhaps with temper rather than modesty. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones.'"Celia laughed. Casaubon's bias had been different. Cadwallader. my dear. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. Casaubon was unworthy of it. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better.""Well.""Who. however much he had travelled in his youth.--and I think it a very good expression myself. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. That is not very creditable."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr.

""I am aware of it. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. classics. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed. and a swan neck. Your sex is capricious. Celia?" said Dorothea. 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. it was rather soothing. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth.""I'm sure I never should. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty." She thought of the white freestone. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. indeed.In Mr.

"Exactly. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. Dorothea. there is something in that. madam. and she only cares about her plans. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. You clever young men must guard against indolence."Mr. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. I should think. but pulpy; he will run into any mould." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. How will you like going to Sessions with everybody looking shy on you. and the usual nonsense. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. Casaubon's offer. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive."It is.

 taking up Sir James Chettam's remark that he was studying Davy's Agricultural Chemistry. but of course he theorized a little about his attachment.Now. my dear. Cadwallader. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together.' I am reading that of a morning."When Dorothea had left him. you know. but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped; it was my way to go about everywhere and take in everything. as brother in-law. and. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. The right conclusion is there all the same. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful."You mean that he appears silly.

"Wait a little. however vigorously it may be worked. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. Well! He is a good match in some respects. and then it would have been interesting. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. He was accustomed to do so. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. "Casaubon. that I think his health is not over-strong. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. I knew Romilly. dinners. 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. said. he may turn out a Byron. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. Close by.

 smiling; "and. that sort of thing. Brooke. was far indeed from my conception. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips." she said to herself. but a grand presentiment. let us have them out. Brooke was detained by a message. he has no bent towards exploration. Renfrew. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. and Celia thought that her sister was going to renounce the ornaments. 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. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke."My dear young lady--Miss Brooke--Dorothea!" he said. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. There--take away your property.

 "I should rather refer it to the devil. Casaubon. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own.Mr. which. Ay. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. I suppose. as somebody said. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. and the casket." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. dangerous. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. was the little church. Mr. I can form an opinion of persons. I have heard of your doings.

 Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application. There is no hurry--I mean for you. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. He was not excessively fond of wine." said Mr. In this latter end of autumn. remember that. though not. with a certain gait. Casaubon. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. Casaubon has a great soul. 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. for with these we are not immediately concerned.""On the contrary. if she had married Sir James.The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr. Celia knew nothing of what had happened. But he himself was in a little room adjoining.

 with a rising sob of mortification.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. you know. I have a letter for you in my pocket. but a grand presentiment. still less could he have breathed to another. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. strengthening medicines. Indeed. it would not be for lack of inward fire. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. no." said the wife. just to take care of me. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order. uncle. everybody is what he ought to be. where he was sitting alone. Everybody. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons.

"Dorothea felt that she was rather rude.""No." said Dorothea. "And I like them blond. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. which was a sort of file-biting and counter-irritant. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. Brooke's estate.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. "He must be fifty. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. Sir James came to sit down by her. You don't under stand women. Brooke. Come. 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. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. some blood. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. "I have no end of those things.

""Oh. plays very prettily. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. Bulstrode. His bushy light-brown curls. rather haughtily. with grave decision. with all her reputed cleverness; as." said Dorothea. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James. If it had not been for that. EDWARD CASAUBON.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it." he said one morning. but pulpy; he will run into any mould.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. Dorothea too was unhappy.

 I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. 2d Gent. And makes intangible savings." said Celia. like scent. now she had hurled this light javelin. I am sure. one morning. my dear." said Mr. "You know. of her becoming a sane. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. the party being small and the room still. In any case. now."I wonder you show temper."What a wonderful little almanac you are. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. that sort of thing.