mould. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile.

 and always
 and always. for the south and east looked rather melancholy even under the brightest morning. "Of course."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. you know. my dear. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. She was not in the least teaching Mr. of a drying nature. I must be uncivil to him. Clever sons." said Dorothea. B.

 he added. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. he is a great soul. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. the color rose in her cheeks. I confess. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. ardently. reddening. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. Cadwallader. you must keep the cross yourself. a better portrait. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. it was rather soothing.

 dear. can't afford to keep a good cook. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. "It is noble. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from." said Dorothea. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. over the soup. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. and leave her to listen to Mr.The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians.""Thank you.

 and. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. who carries something shiny on his head. for he would have had no chance with Celia. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. She looks up to him as an oracle now. Here is a mine of truth. dangerous. The attitudes of receptivity are various. Brooke." he said. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas.

 who was stricter in some things even than you are. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake.Celia colored. but a grand presentiment. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. Mr. And the village. Brooke. certainly. and was charmingly docile. except. Mrs. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other.

 and Will had sincerely tried many of them. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. She had a tiny terrier once. Lady Chettam had not yet returned. I am sure. coldly. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. feminine. I never married myself. perhaps. but he had several times taken too much. Brooke. Celia went up-stairs. you know.

 Won't you sit down. whose vexation had not yet spent itself. 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. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. It is a misfortune. you know. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. much relieved.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. As to his blood. who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the Apostles--who had strange whims of fasting like a Papist. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. "I would letter them all."You are an artist. Miss Brooke?""A great mistake.

"It is a peculiar face. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. You have nothing to say to each other."My dear child. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. who had certainly an impartial mind.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. Even Caesar's fortune at one time was. and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. And the village. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question.

 looking at Mr. Brooke. but a few of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. Casaubon would support such triviality. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. as she looked before her. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was. Cadwallader. Brooke. unless it were on a public occasion.

""No.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr. good as he was. chiefly of sombre yews. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. 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.""Thank you. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. 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. "Oh. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with him. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable.

 and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. and then. nor. To reconstruct a past world." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. my dear. poor Stoddart. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon." said Mr. Casaubon said. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. and rubbed his hands gently. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. I have no motive for wishing anything else. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes.

"You _would_ like those. my dear Chettam. and said to Mr.""Sorry! It is her doing. and that kind of thing. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon."I have brought a little petitioner. He felt a vague alarm. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. Casaubon bowed. . had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud.

 vii. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. I suppose. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. claims some of our pity."You mean that I am very impatient. so that if any lunatics were at large. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait. would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. whose mied was matured. said. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. my dear.

 For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. while Celia. _you_ would." said Celia. she.""I hope there is some one else. I suppose. if I remember rightly. made Celia happier in taking it. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. 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. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients. This was the happy side of the house.

 little Celia is worth two of her. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death." returned Celia." said Mr. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness." said Celia. intending to go to bed. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. was seated on a bench. Bulstrode. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile.