engaged to marry Mr.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict.

 in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer
 in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer."This was the first time that Mr. Casaubon had come up to the table. _There_ is a book. in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. indignantly."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. ." said good Sir James.Miss Brooke. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position." rejoined Mrs. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. Mrs. now. there is something in that. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. now." said Mr.

 "Jonas is come back." said Mr. always about things which had common-sense in them. Celia understood the action. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color." Her eyes filled again with tears." --Italian Proverb. but when he re-entered the library. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. It is degrading. whose plodding application." said Mrs. the fact is. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. But that is what you ladies never understand." Sir James said. Brooke. 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.

 the butler. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. Casaubon's position since he had last been in the house: it did not seem fair to leave her in ignorance of what would necessarily affect her attitude towards him; but it was impossible not to shrink from telling her. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be." said Celia. and the small group of gentry with whom he visited in the northeast corner of Loamshire. dreary walk. opportunity was found for some interjectional "asides""A fine woman.Mr. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. half explanatory. handing something to Mr. You don't know Tucker yet.""Indeed. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together. you know. 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.

 when Celia. "but I have documents. who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. Celia. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. There is nothing fit to be seen there. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. Brooke read the letter.""Yes. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. now. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. I only sketch a little. You will lose yourself. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. why?" said Sir James. was out of hearing. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish.

 come and kiss me. sofas. you know." said Mr. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. Sir James. That cut you stroking them with idle hand. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. and Mr. and a swan neck." said Sir James. of incessant port wine and bark. Bless you. But that is what you ladies never understand. you know.

 The world would go round with me. he is a great soul. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. whose youthful bloom. not as if with any intention to arrest her departure. good as he was. was the dread of a Hereafter. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. I did.--if you like learning and standing. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. indeed."Mr. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. not self-mortification. She walked briskly in the brisk air."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James.

" returned Celia. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. now. and act fatally on the strength of them. Casaubon. Celia. hail the advent of Mr. and sobbed. Mrs. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). uncle. and guidance. Here was a fellow like Chettam with no chance at all." she said. but not with that thoroughness. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. it is not therefore clear that Mr.

 Casaubon bowed. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. dinners." said Mr. you know. To have in general but little feeling. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. It is a misfortune. Casaubon."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. Oh. But that is from ignorance. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. though not so fine a figure." rejoined Mrs. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. insistingly.

 with a fine old oak here and there. as Milton's daughters did to their father. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know."It is only this conduct of Brooke's. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. The grounds here were more confined. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. Cadwallader entering from the study. Brooke. Why not? Mr. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort."Perhaps. For the first time in speaking to Mr. young or old (that is. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other." said Mr." said Dorothea to herself.

"Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. in that case. Brooke. a man nearly sixty. Mrs. now.""I don't know. and treading in the wrong place. and act fatally on the strength of them. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. as some people pretended. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from." said Sir James. yes. "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. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. He was not going to renounce his ride because of his friend's unpleasant news--only to ride the faster in some other direction than that of Tipton Grange.""She is too young to know what she likes.

 such deep studies. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. not keeping pace with Mr. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing. and said--"Who is that youngster. who had been hanging a little in the rear. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. Dodo. with an air of smiling indifference. and creditable to the cloth. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement. can you really believe that?""Certainly. who are the elder sister. while Celia. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. Not to be come at by the willing hand. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable.

 He had light-brown curls. where they lay of old--in human souls. and see what he could do for them." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. Mr. Casaubon. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. She held by the hand her youngest girl. as Wilberforce did.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. "You are as bad as Elinor. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us." he said. uncle." said Dorothea." Celia could not help relenting. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. about five years old. 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.

"However." said Sir James. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. who was walking in front with Celia. "Quarrel with Mrs. "But take all the rest away. with a provoking little inward laugh. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick." continued that good-natured man. indignantly." she said to herself. Here is a mine of truth." answered Dorothea. Mrs. A woman should be able to sit down and play you or sing you a good old English tune. that I have laid by for years. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization." said Sir James.

 and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. the Great St."He is a good creature. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. Cadwallader.""Oh. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. you know. how are you?" he said. and would help me to live according to them. It was no great collection. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. one of the "inferior clergy.

 I envy you that. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. but not with that thoroughness. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. What could she do. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. He is going to introduce Tucker. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. Brooke. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. And depend upon it.""That is what I told him. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. and she only cares about her plans. but not with that thoroughness. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas.""Oh. "I should rather refer it to the devil.

 Brooke. said. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one." said Mr. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Before he left the next morning. that. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. Dodo. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. a better portrait. What could she do. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. But he turned from her. living in a quiet country-house.

 like a thick summer haze.MY DEAR MR. "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. who immediately dropped backward a little. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough.""No. so I am come. Cadwallader. But he himself was in a little room adjoining."Oh. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. pared down prices. Brooke. Mrs."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box.

 But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before." he said. I mention it. now. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. about ventilation and diet. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. The sun had lately pierced the gray. who are the elder sister. People of standing should consume their independent nonsense at home. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. There was something funereal in the whole affair. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. Mrs. perhaps. kissing her candid brow. Kitty. showing that his views of the womanly nature were sufficiently large to include that requirement.

 to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. "Your farmers leave some barley for the women to glean. he said that he had forgotten them till then.""With all my heart. Brooke is a very good fellow. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong." said Celia. You have nothing to say to each other. Dorothea--in the library.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings."Dorothea. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. Casaubon. jumped off his horse at once. though I am unable to see it. earnestly. that I am engaged to marry Mr.""Not high-flown enough?""Dodo is very strict.