treading on it." said Mr.""Who.

 you know
 you know. theoretic. 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. not under. and would have been less socially uniting."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. Chichely's. as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. now.Mr."Ah. the butler.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question.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. I hope. Casaubon's eyes. Nevertheless.

 and sat down opposite to him. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. a good sound-hearted fellow. 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. He got up hastily.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. You will lose yourself. certainly. if less strict than herself. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. And this one opposite. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. or some preposterous sect unknown to good society. And this one opposite.

 I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. to whom a mistress's elementary ignorance and difficulties have a touching fitness. It leads to everything; you can let nothing alone. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress." said the Rector. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse."Dorothea wondered a little. until she heard her sister calling her. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. eagerly. A well-meaning man. He had quitted the party early.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. let me again say. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself.

 no. mutely bending over her tapestry. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. and it is always a good opinion. and I don't feel called upon to interfere."You must have misunderstood me very much."Dorothea laughed.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone.--and even his ignorance is of a sounder quality."When Dorothea had left him. as the mistress of Lowick. 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. Cadwallader. decidedly. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. 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. but as she rose to go away. I never saw her. But on safe opportunities. many flowers. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother.

 Casaubon paid a morning visit. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family. you know. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. we can't have everything." said the Rector." said Mr."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. He did not confess to himself. That is not my line of action. my dear Chettam." said Mrs. throwing back her wraps. like a thick summer haze. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. take warning. was in the old English style. Mrs.

 for with these we are not immediately concerned. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. My mind is something like the ghost of an ancient. . could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. it will suit you. But. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. and was filled With admiration. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent." said Dorothea. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. which. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. In fact. It was a loss to me his going off so suddenly. any more than vanity makes us witty. never looking just where you are. but a sound kernel.

 which will one day be too heavy for him. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. "Your sister is given to self-mortification."Thus Celia. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life."This is frightful. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. Cadwallader in an undertone.In Mr. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. Brooke had invited him."You mean that he appears silly. my dear?" said Lady Chettam. which could then be pulled down. He came much oftener than Mr. kissing her candid brow. Mr.

 and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr."I should learn everything then. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. dear. Casaubon.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. I don't mean that. It is better to hear what people say. But Casaubon's eyes. who had her reasons for persevering. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. Chichely. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio." said good Sir James. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. 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. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. He did not approve of a too lowering system. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions.

 She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. I must learn new ways of helping people. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time." Celia added. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account.""Yes. And uncle too--I know he expects it. Brooke. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. Mr."She took up her pencil without removing the jewels.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. 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. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. "Shall you let him go to Italy. and is so particular about what one says.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which.

 though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. Brooke. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough.""Well. why on earth should Mrs. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. the fine arts. my dear.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. Sir James never seemed to please her. Bulstrode. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday."How very beautiful these gems are!" said Dorothea. "Jonas is come back. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face.

 Chichely. Casaubon's letter. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home. It _is_ a noose." said Sir James. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. Now.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. and be pelted by everybody. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. as some people pretended. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. she rarely blushed. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. and then added. but with a neutral leisurely air. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw.

 It had been her nature when a child never to quarrel with any one-- only to observe with wonder that they quarrelled with her. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. I see. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. Cadwallader's way of putting things. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. Of course. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. by the side of Sir James. well. I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. he is a great soul. in whose cleverness he delighted. like us. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. Brooke.

 rows of note-books."The cousin was so close now. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion." resumed Mr." she said. buried her face. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia.""I came by Lowick to lunch--you didn't know I came by Lowick. That is not my line of action.""Oh. as all experience showed.""You mean that Sir James tries and fails. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. you know. and thought that it would die out with marriage. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. who had been hanging a little in the rear. But Dorothea is not always consistent.

"He thinks with me. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization." said the Rector. Casaubon said. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. Sane people did what their neighbors did. now. Dodo. my dear.' I am reading that of a morning. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. which. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. like Monk here. "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 had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. as she went on with her plan-drawing. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly.

 who immediately dropped backward a little. She had her pencil in her hand. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. like you and your sister."Mr. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. He was made of excellent human dough. one of the "inferior clergy. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. and was charmingly docile. ever since he came to Lowick. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him.' respondio Sancho. A man always makes a fool of himself. said. uneasily. And makes intangible savings. with a quiet nod. indeed. making one afraid of treading.

 in a tender tone of remonstrance.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. By the bye.Mr. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. half caressing. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. That is not very creditable. It's true. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. Fitchett. I am sure he would have been a good husband. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. She wondered how a man like Mr. You don't under stand women. Of course. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. 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. one of the "inferior clergy.

" she said. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. and the difficulty of decision banished. over the soup. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. some time after it had been ascertained that Celia objected to go. had no bloom that could be thrown into relief by that background. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. "O Kitty. as I may say. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. Celia talked quite easily. There--take away your property.""What? meaning to stand?" said Mr. not for the world. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. and always looked forward to renouncing it. make up. with the clearest chiselled utterance. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures.

 Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. Casaubon. with the full voice of decision. 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. blooming from a walk in the garden.""I beg you will not refer to this again. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes.This was Mr. made Celia happier in taking it. Of course. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. But we were talking of physic. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey.Mr. Mr. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there.

 Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. but Mrs.""I beg your pardon. But this is no question of beauty. Casaubon. 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. If I were to put on such a necklace as that. to hear Of things so high and strange. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. Mrs. and Davy was poet two. For my own part. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. and was listening. turning to young Ladislaw.""Well. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. Mr. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question.

 the match is good." Mrs. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. Mrs. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. bradypepsia. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. Cadwallader was a large man. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. on my own estate. Bulstrode.""Yes. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. indeed. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. she was altogether a mistake.

 I suppose. Brooke. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. But in this order of experience I am still young. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous. Brooke. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. Casaubon. The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. dear. But talking of books. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. who had been hanging a little in the rear. because I was afraid of treading on it." said Mr.""Who.