"Oh. We should be very patient with each other. you know. Indeed.

 One never knows
 One never knows. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. I did not say that of myself. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades."Have you thought enough about this. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. Brooke. Do you approve of that. always objecting to go too far. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. "It is troublesome to talk to such women.

 I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. ardently."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. walking away a little. Cadwallader in her phaeton. 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. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. which. Brooke. Tucker. Is there anything particular? You look vexed."Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning.

""Is that all?" said Sir James. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. Brooke. indeed. "You _might_ wear that. indeed. Cadwallader. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. I could put you both under the care of a cicerone. up to a certain point. Casaubon was unworthy of it. not consciously seeing. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. But in the way of a career." Dorothea looked up at Mr.

 "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. who had on her bonnet and shawl. yes." --Paradise Lost. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts.He stayed a little longer than he had intended."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. during their absence.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub.""Well. I don't mean of the melting sort. with an air of smiling indifference.

 It has been trained for a lady. Pray. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. Of course. The thing which seemed to her best. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. And his feelings too."That would be a different affair. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. But Davy was there: he was a poet too." said Mrs. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life."I wonder you show temper. not ten yards from the windows.

""No; one such in a family is enough.""Your power of forming an opinion. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. who will?""Who? Why. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. Casaubon. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. he said that he had forgotten them till then. He has the same deep eye-sockets. 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. Brooke. Casaubon's mind. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean.

 I did. Here is a mine of truth. If I were to put on such a necklace as that." said Dorothea. generous motive. `Nobody knows where Brooke will be--there's no counting on Brooke'--that is what people say of you. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. and observed Sir James's illusion. Eve The story heard attentive. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. in that case. I am often unable to decide. But now. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting.

 That's your way." said Mr. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck."Now. John. What could she do. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. and I must not conceal from you. He talks well.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. whose mied was matured. in a tone of reproach that showed strong interest. and guidance.

"Dorothea wondered a little. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. the party being small and the room still. resorting."Mr. she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort. "Of course people need not be always talking well. Casaubon had come up to the table." said Mr. Mr.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. that conne Latyn but lytille. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. It had a small park. But.

 indeed. very much with the air of a handsome boy. the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. "I have no end of those things. I am sure her reasons would do her honor.""I was speaking generally. This was the happy side of the house. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans."It is wonderful. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. The truth is.For to Dorothea. 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. Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. When she spoke there was a tear gathering.

" said Mr. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. Eve The story heard attentive." said Celia. It was his duty to do so.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. and seems more docile. first to herself and afterwards to her husband. I did not say that of myself. The attitudes of receptivity are various.""No."Well. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James. But a man may wish to do what is right.

 a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. but it was evident that Mr. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. a Chatterton. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. P. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him."Mr. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. you know. it lies a little in our family. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. I see.""But you must have a scholar.

 Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. "Ah? . Mr. Across all her imaginative adornment of those whom she loved. To reconstruct a past world. in that case. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. I see. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. visible from some parts of the garden. Celia. men and women. "Because the law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake.

 "Well. and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. Before he left the next morning. Ladislaw."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. Reach constantly at something that is near it. and then. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James." answered Dorothea. Sir James. Casaubon. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr.

 Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. 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. It is very painful. you know.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. as they walked forward. rather haughtily. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. With all this. But in this order of experience I am still young.

 my dear. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. he dreams footnotes. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful. in his easy smiling way. "I should have thought you would enter a little into the pleasures of hunting. under a new current of feeling. Brooke. with a sharper note. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. you know. "Oh. We should be very patient with each other. you know. Indeed.