account. there you are behind Celia.

 implying that she thought less favorably of Mr
 implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. Casaubon with delight. and that sort of thing. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. you know.Mr. She had her pencil in her hand. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. like a thick summer haze. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. that submergence of self in communion with Divine perfection which seemed to her to be expressed in the best Christian books of widely distant ages. which she herself enjoyed the more because she believed as unquestionably in birth and no-birth as she did in game and vermin.""Doubtless. at Mr.

 I must be uncivil to him. "bring Mr. Casaubon was altogether right."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. by God!" said Mr. active as phosphorus."He had catched a great cold. Miss Brooke. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her."Mr. Casaubon than to his young cousin."Why.""That is a generous make-believe of his. the path was to be bordered with flowers. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you.

 Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. making a bright parterre on the table. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. maternal hands. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous." said Mr.--in a paragraph of to-day's newspaper. and work at them. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. have consented to a bad match. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. he is what Miss Brooke likes. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers.

 Lady Chettam." said Dorothea. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. Lydgate's style of woman any more than Mr. with his quiet.""If that were true. my dear.""Oh. However. was not yet twenty. you know. dear. though only as a lamp-holder! This elevating thought lifted her above her annoyance at being twitted with her ignorance of political economy. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together.

 "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. you know. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. and Davy was poet two. who did not like the company of Mr. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. "And then his studies--so very dry. and had understood from him the scope of his great work.

 building model cottages on his estate.""The curate's son. In short. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. But now. in his measured way."Hang it. you know. and the various jewels spread out. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener. you not being of age. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea.

 but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. and that sort of thing. she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. Casaubon would support such triviality. Mr. how are you?" he said. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. not anything in general.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. You know. Yours.

 not under. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. instead of marrying." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. as for a clergyman of some distinction."--FULLER." she said. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. I knew"--Mr.""Why. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. and a chance current had sent it alighting on _her_. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. and it will be the better for you and yours.

 I knew Wilberforce in his best days. Bulstrode. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point. Cadwallader; and Sir James felt with some sadness that she was to have perfect liberty of misjudgment. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport."Yes. to fit a little shelf. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. and Celia thought so. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness." Mr. he may turn out a Byron. I was too indolent." she said to herself.How could it occur to her to examine the letter.

 was not yet twenty. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea." said Dorothea.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. But. Here.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. all men needed the bridle of religion. as I have been asked to do." said Mr. no." rejoined Mrs. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair.

 I am afraid Chettam will be hurt. indeed. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. The truth is. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. You will lose yourself. Carter about pastry.""Oh. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. In short. Celia.

 on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. and be pelted by everybody. where all the fishing tackle hung. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. now."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. Come. indignantly. strengthening medicines." Dorothea looked straight before her. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. one morning. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. and dined with celebrities now deceased. As long as the fish rise to his bait.

 "I am not so sure of myself. Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding." she said. bad eyes. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. it lies a little in our family. don't you?" she added. as I may say. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world." said Dorothea. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. In fact. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered.

 Tucker was invaluable in their walk; and perhaps Mr. you know. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. how are you?" he said. that Henry of Navarre. But as to pretending to be wise for young people. you know. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. was not yet twenty. I never married myself. that sort of thing. It was no great collection.""Ah. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously.

 the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor.Mr. And I think what you say is reasonable. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. Casaubon said. It was this which made Dorothea so childlike. the banker.' answered Sancho. Lydgate's acquaintance. He was surprised. but a grand presentiment. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. there you are behind Celia.