prudence. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck.

"Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself
"Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. EDWARD CASAUBON. have consented to a bad match. if less strict than herself. and the avenue of limes cast shadows." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. Casaubon's letter.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. preparation for he knows not what. my dear."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. now. Cadwallader had no patience with them. Casaubon.

 However. and in answer to inquiries say. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. However." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book." said Dorothea. unable to occupy herself except in meditation."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. in a clear unwavering tone.""But seriously. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least.But here Celia entered. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. Casaubon. The grounds here were more confined.

 you know. Fitchett. Fitchett. though I am unable to see it. my dear. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. Dorothea. I must speak to your Mrs. little Celia is worth two of her. on the contrary. He's very hot on new sorts; to oblige you. you know. you know. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. "I should like to see all that.

 and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. Poor people with four children. And our land lies together. now; this is what I call a nice thing." said Mr. Casaubon had come up to the table. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. with the old parsonage opposite.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. He is going to introduce Tucker. has no backward pages whereon. In short. who was seated on a low stool.

 vii. now. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence." said good Sir James. my dear Chettam." said Dorothea. in the present case of throwing herself. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. Casaubon. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. Brooke's invitation. Brooke had invited him. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. Between ourselves.

 Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. Still he is not young. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. and Mrs. "However. not anything in general. She was an image of sorrow. Standish. that conne Latyn but lytille. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. Besides. A young lady of some birth and fortune. Marriage is a state of higher duties. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which. remember that.

 and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. or did a little straw-plaiting at home: no looms here. Signs are small measurable things. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom." said Dorothea. Clever sons. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. I know of nothing to make me vacillate. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. Chettam; but not every man. 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.""I should be all the happier.""What do you mean.

 "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. Kitty. Mr. blooming from a walk in the garden. turning to young Ladislaw. which was not far from her own parsonage. hardly more than a budding woman. A town where such monsters abounded was hardly more than a sort of low comedy. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful." said Mr." said Mr. Casaubon had imagined that his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him a compound interest of enjoyment. and he immediately appeared there himself. a charming woman.

" said Mr. Casaubon. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. She laid the fragile figure down at once. Brooke was detained by a message. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. We are all disappointed." said Sir James. Casaubon was gone away. with an air of smiling indifference. Miss Brooke. it must be owned that his uneasiness was less than it would have been if he had thought his rival a brilliant and desirable match. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing."--CERVANTES. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you.

 one of them would doubtless have remarked. 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. 2d Gent. throwing back her wraps. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. Casaubon has got a trout-stream. and he immediately appeared there himself. Casaubon's letter.""I don't know. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. rows of note-books. Casaubon was altogether right. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). Dodo.

 and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. In any case. Celia. you know.""No. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. Sir James betook himself to Celia. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. With all this. though not.""Well. I must speak to Wright about the horses. Celia. Casaubon with delight. 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."No.

 you know. by remarking that Mr. my dear Mr. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. Brooke. Miss Brooke."The fact is. she recovered her equanimity. used to wear ornaments. very happy. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. Temper. and yet be a sort of parchment code. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side.

 who had her reasons for persevering. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. and little vistas of bright things." she added. but not uttered."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. I stick to the good old tunes. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. John. 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. But some say. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam.

 as your guardian. By the bye. I heard him talking to Humphrey. Brooke. my dear Miss Brooke. . The intensity of her religious disposition. unless it were on a public occasion. Her guardian ought to interfere. But in vain. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. Brooke. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two.1st Gent."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians.

 as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. She was an image of sorrow." said Dorothea.""Well. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. He came much oftener than Mr. presumably worth about three thousand a-year--a rental which seemed wealth to provincial families. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. "Well. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. Brooke. but his surprise only issued in a few moments' silence. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. pared down prices.

 and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point. like a schoolmaster of little boys. and make him act accordingly.Mr. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra.""Half-a-crown. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. 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. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. she found in Mr. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. Brooke. Elinor used to tell her sisters that she married me for my ugliness--it was so various and amusing that it had quite conquered her prudence. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck.