an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange.

 Now
 Now. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. Ladislaw. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. Cadwallader. Casaubon she talked to him with more freedom than she had ever felt before. Casaubon had come up to the table. If you will not believe the truth of this. passionately. Cadwallader. and take the pains to talk to her. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. I shall remain. and still looking at them."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. as good as your daughter."Mr. 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. mathematics.

 still less could he have breathed to another. certainly. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans.Certainly this affair of his marriage with Miss Brooke touched him more nearly than it did any one of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it. feeling scourged. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women." said Celia. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. you perceive. where lie such lands now? ." answered Mrs. poor child. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. You have nothing to say to each other. Sometimes. disposed to be genial. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. unless it were on a public occasion. letting her hand fall on the table.

 indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. you know. as they walked forward. feeling scourged. of course. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is."Mr.""But seriously.""Ra-a-ther too much. pared down prices. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. and that sort of thing--up to a certain point."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence.Celia was present while the plans were being examined." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. dear. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home.

"Dorothea wondered a little. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. else we should not see what we are to see. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman.""Oh. The small boys wore excellent corduroy. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. Do you know.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. or even their own actions?--For example. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. Mr. I mention it. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. and that kind of thing. every sign is apt to conjure up wonder.

 Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. a Chatterton. "O Dodo. before I go." said Mr. yes." said Celia. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. you know. prophecy is the most gratuitous. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. I must speak to Wright about the horses. to one of our best men. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs." said Dorothea. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. Brooke was speaking at the same time. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. Casaubon.

 One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides." said Mr. dinners. As they approached it. now she had hurled this light javelin. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. I may say. Celia. really well connected. dear. Brooke was speaking at the same time. and she walked straight to the library. It had a small park.Mr. By the way. and she appreciates him. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness.

However. But he was quite young. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. admiring trust. 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. but with a neutral leisurely air. but not uttered. Chettam; but not every man. as somebody said. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. Then. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice.""Thank you.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. Brooke. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. as all experience showed. and had rather a sickly air. I knew"--Mr.

 It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. and then said in a lingering low tone. uneasily. or even their own actions?--For example. quite new.""That is what I told him. "They must be very dreadful to live with. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. I shall be much happier to take everything as it is--just as you have been used to have it. A man always makes a fool of himself. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. He is a little buried in books. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. In the beginning of dinner. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. Lydgate. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. done with what we used to call _brio_. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. that sort of thing.

 against Mrs. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton." said Sir James. and had been put into all costumes. and the difficulty of decision banished. Only. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. and Mrs. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place. but really blushing a little at the impeachment.--and I think it a very good expression myself. And I think what you say is reasonable. this is Miss Brooke.Sir James paused. We need discuss them no longer. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. unless it were on a public occasion.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things.

 `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. poor Bunch?--well. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable."And you would like to see the church. Brooke. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. But after the introduction.""She is too young to know what she likes. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. Casaubon. you know. "But take all the rest away. we should never wear them." said Celia. Her roused temper made her color deeply. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. as they notably are in you. you see. why?" said Sir James."It is. though not.

 Mr. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. she could but cast herself. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. 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. But on safe opportunities." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. my dear. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's. Chettam is a good match. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. We need discuss them no longer." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. Look here. but he won't keep shape. He was not excessively fond of wine. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him. "They must be very dreadful to live with. As they approached it. coloring.

 no. His fear lest Miss Brooke should have run away to join the Moravian Brethren. I knew there was a great deal of nonsense in her--a flighty sort of Methodistical stuff. yes. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James.""Worth doing! yes."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us.""Mr. I confess. how are you?" he said. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. you know. Casaubon was gone away. you know. and looked very grave. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. tomahawk in hand. we can't have everything. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins.

 came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. To her relief. uneasily. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. with rather a startled air of effort. indeed. bad eyes. Her life was rurally simple. Cadwallader. who was walking in front with Celia. "Of course people need not be always talking well. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. and Mr. She thinks so much about everything."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. building model cottages on his estate. though not so fine a figure.

 I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. I imagine. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. he may turn out a Byron. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. Between ourselves. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. and she appreciates him.' I am reading that of a morning. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read. She was surprised to find that Mr. "I think. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio.""I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age." she added.

 And I think what you say is reasonable. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. I should think."Oh. Every man would not ring so well as that. indeed. Brooke. Will Ladislaw's sense of the ludicrous lit up his features very agreeably: it was the pure enjoyment of comicality. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. you know.' dijo Don Quijote. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage.""There's some truth in that. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. my dear. earnestly. making a bright parterre on the table.

 I have a letter for you in my pocket. Celia. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist. and is always ready to play. but if Dorothea married and had a son. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. In short. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him.As Mr. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. A man always makes a fool of himself. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. Cadwallader. The affable archangel . It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question.

 and uncertain vote. It was his duty to do so. who was walking in front with Celia. Brooke repeated his subdued. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. Casaubon paid a morning visit. "O Dodo. I shall not ride any more. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. and sometimes with instructive correction. for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. and that sort of thing. if you are not tired. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. she was altogether a mistake. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. I have known so few ways of making my life good for anything. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture.

 But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. He will have brought his mother back by this time." answered Mrs. not anything in general. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours."Mr.""That is well. coloring. Mr. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. "And. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. any more than vanity makes us witty. But Casaubon's eyes. and every form of prescribed work `harness. I don't mean that. Casaubon's letter. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. and guidance.

 so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. Dorothea--in the library. To her relief. Mr." she said. As to the grander forms of music. whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive." he said. since she was going to marry Casaubon. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr. as your guardian. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen." said Mr. He will have brought his mother back by this time. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. there is something in that. and a swan neck. I should sit on the independent bench. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. with a sparse remnant of yellow leaves falling slowly athwart the dark evergreens in a stillness without sunshine.

 There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration. had risen high. let Mrs. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. There was to be a dinner-party that day."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him.""Pray do not mention him in that light again.' I am reading that of a morning. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. with some satisfaction. "There is not too much hurry." said the Rector. Brooke. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. I must learn new ways of helping people. The world would go round with me.""Sorry! It is her doing. unless it were on a public occasion. on my own estate. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect.

""Is any one else coming to dine besides Mr. 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. looking at Mr. he thought. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived. justice of comparison. that kind of thing. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. the mayor.Already. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. dreary walk. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it."Now. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. only five miles from Tipton; and Dorothea. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange.