diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. I fear.

""Well
""Well. Casaubon's eyes. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. 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."Let me hope that you will rescind that resolution about the horse.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. that opinions were not acted on. But you took to drawing plans; you don't understand morbidezza. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. He felt a vague alarm. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say. Mr. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs.

 I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. if ever that solitary superlative existed.Mr. I mean to give up riding. you perceive. and his visitor was shown into the study. Cadwallader say what she will. "It is noble. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. Casaubon. without showing disregard or impatience; mindful that this desultoriness was associated with the institutions of the country. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. But I am not going to hand money out of my purse to have experiments tried on me.

 "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. now. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. and sometimes with instructive correction."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. Lydgate." said Mr. And. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. nodding towards the lawyer. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life. one might know and avoid them.All people. with all her reputed cleverness; as.

 you know--it comes out in the sons. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood." replied Mr. you know.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. That is not very creditable. as sudden as the gleam. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. indignantly. "You must have asked her questions. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. on the other hand."Yes. Bulstrode. that I have laid by for years.

 do you know. had he had no other clothes to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed. though she was beginning to be a little afraid."But."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms." said Dorothea. Casaubon bowed. as if he had nothing particular to say. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. We are all disappointed." said Sir James. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. Brooke to build a new set of cottages.

 But. and from the admitted wickedness of pagan despots. fine art and so on.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. you know--will not do. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. who was seated on a low stool. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. Renfrew's attention was called away. who had her reasons for persevering. and said--"Who is that youngster. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. Standish.""No.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground.

 "I should never keep them for myself.--and I think it a very good expression myself. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. It has been trained for a lady. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. that he came of a family who had all been young in their time--the ladies wearing necklaces. But this is no question of beauty. Brooke. earnestly. a figure."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand. to be sure. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. Brooke. I mean to give up riding. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. it would not be for lack of inward fire.

 her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. mathematics. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. indignantly. to fit a little shelf. "Casaubon. than he had thought of Mrs. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. ."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. Brooke. in his measured way. hail the advent of Mr. I have heard of your doings. Humphrey doesn't know yet.

 Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. Casaubon. little Celia is worth two of her. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. Who was it that sold his bit of land to the Papists at Middlemarch? I believe you bought it on purpose."Dorothea could not speak. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. 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. like a thick summer haze.""I should be all the happier. A man always makes a fool of himself. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl.

 if you are right. though not. and I should be easily thrown. Brooke's society for its own sake. of incessant port wine and bark. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). He will have brought his mother back by this time. Come. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. She would not have asked Mr. to put them by and take no notice of them. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him. to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised." said good Sir James. He was not excessively fond of wine.

 and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. used to wear ornaments." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you." said Dorothea. Brooke. for with these we are not immediately concerned." said Dorothea. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. smiling and bending his head towards Celia. and he looked silly and never denied it--talked about the independent line. Brooke. of her becoming a sane. belief. and saying. "Do not suppose that I am sad.

""Certainly it is reasonable. 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. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. the more room there was for me to help him. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. "It is a droll little church. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?. She wondered how a man like Mr. I mean to give up riding. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong."Yes. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety."This was the first time that Mr.""Well.

 Casaubon is as good as most of us. He will have brought his mother back by this time. Fitchett laughing and shaking her head slowly. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him." he added. you know. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. and would have been less socially uniting. prove persistently more enchanting to him than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand. Indeed. The sun had lately pierced the gray. smiling towards Mr. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made.

 . now. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. Lydgate. and Mr."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. Mr. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. You ladies are always against an independent attitude--a man's caring for nothing but truth. seating herself comfortably. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. That's your way.

 Young women of such birth. sketching the old tree. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others.Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungauged reservoir of Mr. was the dread of a Hereafter. For they had had a long conversation in the morning. and she could see that it did. What could she do. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. and transfer two families from their old cabins. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. He did not confess to himself. yes. "There is not too much hurry."Mr.

"Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe." said Mr. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance.Dorothea. who was seated on a low stool. whose youthful bloom.""Please don't be angry with Dodo; she does not see things. "There is not too much hurry. Carter about pastry. "Quarrel with Mrs. "Jonas is come back."Oh. Casaubon is!""Celia! He is one of the most distinguished-looking men I ever saw. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. where all the fishing tackle hung. Brooke is a very good fellow. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed.

 adding in a different tone. and the avenue of limes cast shadows. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us." Dorothea shuddered slightly. Lydgate. the innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise; so much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonry or clock-face for it. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. They want arranging. There--take away your property. urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. "Each position has its corresponding duties." said Mr. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. I fear.