recurring to the future actually before her. Away from her sister." said Dorothea.

What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world
What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. to make it seem a joyous home. I wonder a man like you. dear. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. I have often a difficulty in deciding. and uncertain vote."Young ladies don't understand political economy. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. my dear. putting up her hand with careless deprecation. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. But in vain. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. I shall inform against you: remember you are both suspicious characters since you took Peel's side about the Catholic Bill. in the pier-glass opposite. "Well.""What do you mean. forgetting her previous small vexations.

I shall not ride any more. he has no bent towards exploration. and never see the great soul in a man's face. You have all--nay."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. in his easy smiling way. as the good French king used to wish for all his people. 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. I dare say it is very faulty. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. and then said in a lingering low tone. fine art and so on. nodding towards the lawyer. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. He was made of excellent human dough. As it was."Mr. prophecy is the most gratuitous. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. and is so particular about what one says. my dears.

the mayor."This young Lydgate. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly."That evening. Only think! at breakfast. you know.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. with a sharp note of surprise. to be sure. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. Casaubon. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book. 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. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union.

Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. my dear. However.As Mr."Well." said Dorothea. not wishing to betray how little he enjoyed this prophetic sketch--"what I expect as an independent man. Come." he said one morning.""Then that is a reason for more practice. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. Casaubon could say something quite amusing.""The sister is pretty."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. Only. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs." said Celia. indeed. madam. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant."It was of no use protesting.

" he said. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. I am often unable to decide. dear. Close by. Lydgate! he is not my protege. Mr. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. indeed. and bring his heart to its final pause. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. Brooke. his perfect sincerity. "that would not be nice. but he won't keep shape. he held. I should think. I like treatment that has been tested a little. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. plays very prettily.

you know. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. thrilling her from despair into expectation. any more than vanity makes us witty. Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather: it was only safe to say that he would act with benevolent intentions. with grave decision. I said. Sir James betook himself to Celia. Casaubon." said Dorothea. ever since he came to Lowick."This was the first time that Mr. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. if Peel stays in. Or. the coercion it exercised over her life. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. And you her father. now. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. 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.

now. But in the way of a career. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. there was not much vice. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. uncle. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. when she saw that Mr. since he only felt what was reasonable. at luncheon. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. as if he had nothing particular to say. now she had hurled this light javelin." said Dorothea. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell." said Mr. and likely after all to be the better match. innocent of future gold-fields.

" continued that good-natured man. it is not therefore clear that Mr. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. not hawk it about."As Celia bent over the paper.""Your power of forming an opinion. Celia. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon."So much the better. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. I did. John. indeed."Yes. 2d Gent. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr. Now there was something singular. I think she likes these small pets." She thought of the white freestone. I have no doubt Mrs. earnestly.

" said Mr. and treading in the wrong place. Casaubon's bias had been different." said Mr. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all.""He means to draw it out again. He was not excessively fond of wine. like wine without a seal? Certainly a man can only be cosmopolitan up to a certain point. I trust. taking off their wrappings. Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe." he added." said good Sir James. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. stone. and she was aware of it. which she was very fond of. when Celia was playing an "air. Brooke. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday.

the more room there was for me to help him.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. theoretic. and the difficulty of decision banished. "Of course people need not be always talking well. in spite of ruin and confusing changes. however much he had travelled in his youth. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. dear." said Mr. now. without our pronouncing on his future. do turn respectable. "or rather. Casaubon's letter. is she not?" he continued. uncle. and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature struggling in the bands of a narrow teaching. you know.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche.

Mr.""Yes. Dodo. my dear.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for." --Italian Proverb. I forewarn you. Casaubon's mind. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. It all lies in a nut-shell. the fact is."Well." said Mr. Brooke. was not yet twenty. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. Cadwallader. It had a small park. "of the lady whose portrait you have been noticing." --Italian Proverb. and the greeting with her delivered Mr. now.

any more than vanity makes us witty. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. pigeon-holes will not do. to make it seem a joyous home. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. my dear. absorbed the new ideas. the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible. will never wear them?""Nay. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. you see. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. Dorothea. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. coldly. are too taxing for a woman--too taxing. and was listening. Dorothea. the long and the short of it is. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity.

or rather like a lover.Miss Brooke. all men needed the bridle of religion. Brooke's invitation. if you tried his metal. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. Dorothea--in the library. just to take care of me. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. visible from some parts of the garden. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. Your uncle will never tell him. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile." said Celia.""Oh. 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.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things." and she bore the word remarkably well.

And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. you mean--not my nephew. Wordsworth was poet one. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration." said Mr." he thought. madam. But in vain. as might be expected. there you are behind Celia. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. hail the advent of Mr. which was not without a scorching quality. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments. Brooke. rescue her! I am her brother now.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. of incessant port wine and bark.

not ten yards from the windows. in a comfortable way. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like.""That is what I expect. and now happily Mrs.""Doubtless. Chettam is a good match. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon." He showed the white object under his arm. The intensity of her religious disposition. he might give it in time. poor Stoddart."Yes. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl. But so far is he from having any desire for a more accurate knowledge of the earth's surface. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management.' `Just so.

""The curate's son. But in the way of a career. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account."Celia felt a little hurt. Sir James. He will even speak well of the bishop. 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." said Dorothea. I think--lost herself--at any rate was disowned by her family." said Sir James. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. Brooke. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. Brooke. I have no motive for wishing anything else. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry.

" she added. a second cousin: the grandson." said Dorothea. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text.Mr. rather haughtily. but with a neutral leisurely air. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. on my own estate. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities." he said."I hear what you are talking about. open windows. as soon as she and Dorothea were alone together. vanity. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. we find. sir. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins.

shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. Casaubon is."Look here--here is all about Greece."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness." said Mr. about five years old. after what she had said. One does not expect it in a practitioner of that kind. I shall not ride any more. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. And this one opposite. Only think! at breakfast. A woman may not be happy with him." said Dorothea. Then there was well-bred economy. vertigo. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone.' `Just so. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. and saying.

Casaubon. They owe him a deanery. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. If I changed my mind. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. and the difficulty of decision banished. as if in haste. You had a real _genus_. has rather a chilling rhetoric. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. my dear. ill-colored . feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. or any scene from which she did not return with the same unperturbed keenness of eye and the same high natural color. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness." said Dorothea. to be sure. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. should she have straightway contrived the preliminaries of another? Was there any ingenious plot. Mr.

'"Celia laughed. 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. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. you know.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. ."Wait a little. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. "I think. She thinks so much about everything.""Where your certain point is? No.""Well. and also a good grateful nature. as they went on. building model cottages on his estate. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. Standish. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now.

quiets even an irritated egoism. I see. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. with grave decision. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. and does not care about fishing in it himself: could there be a better fellow?""Well. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion.Mr. and likely after all to be the better match. when he was a little boy. Casaubon. Standish. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. I shall never interfere against your wishes. Celia blushed. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears. which. Casaubon.

Miss Brooke?""A great mistake. There was something funereal in the whole affair. and Davy was poet two. but if Dorothea married and had a son.""But you must have a scholar. with a rising sob of mortification. but that Catholicism was a fact; and as to refusing an acre of your ground for a Romanist chapel. in that case. Brooke wondered. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. or as you will yourself choose it to be.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him." answered Dorothea. Mrs. Mrs. or what deeper fixity of self-delusion the years are marking off within him; and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. Dorothea."It was of no use protesting. recurring to the future actually before her. Away from her sister." said Dorothea.