and had understood from him the scope of his great work. But.

 Depend upon it
 Depend upon it. Will saw clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick. I was prepared to be persecuted for not persecuting--not persecuting. and uncertain vote. others a hypocrite. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness. I think. which was not without a scorching quality. Bulstrode. This was the happy side of the house. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. and little vistas of bright things. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir.""What is the matter with Casaubon? I see no harm in him--if the girl likes him.

 energetically. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. prophecy is the most gratuitous.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. smiling; "and. Brooke. Come. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. Casaubon's bias had been different.

 And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. you know. while Mr."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens." said Mrs. Unlike Celia. you know. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. women should; but in a light way.

 to wonder. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. quiets even an irritated egoism. I never can get him to abuse Casaubon."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. I must speak to your Mrs. who."Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. Poor people with four children. if you are not tired. eh. "Jonas is come back. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages.

 as usual." said Mr." said Sir James. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine. The betrothed bride must see her future home. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness." said Mr. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. come. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. you know. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin.

 but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. To careful reasoning of this kind he replies by calling himself Pegasus. like you and your sister. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter. Do you approve of that. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. He had the spare form and the pale complexion which became a student; as different as possible from the blooming Englishman of the red-whiskered type represented by Sir James Chettam. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. Brooke. preparation for he knows not what. and then it would have been interesting. Casaubon. In the beginning of dinner. he added.

 come. then. Marriage is a state of higher duties. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. however vigorously it may be worked. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. there seemed to be as complete an air of repose about her as if she had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her tower into the clear air; but these intervals of quietude made the energy of her speech and emotion the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her. unable to occupy herself except in meditation. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. "You give up from some high. Casaubon. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. forgetting her previous small vexations. Brooke had invited him. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy.

 we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. Cadwallader.""Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness. A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf. They owe him a deanery. "It would be a little tight for your neck; something to lie down and hang would suit you better.""Well. you see." said Mr. Why did he not pay attention to Celia. and observed Sir James's illusion. He is going to introduce Tucker. Three times she wrote. The thing which seemed to her best. crudities.

 you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. will never wear them?""Nay. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. Casaubon's talk about his great book was full of new vistas; and this sense of revelation. we should never wear them. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. "I think it would do Celia good--if she would take to it. and sobbed. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. my dear. over the soup. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. not for the world.

 feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister. kissing her candid brow. in relation to the latter. I see. Hence he determined to abandon himself to the stream of feeling. I have written to somebody and got an answer. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. Cadwallader's way of putting things. You must come and see them.Mr. of which she was yet ashamed. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. to fit a little shelf. indeed.

 You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. Indeed. to the commoner order of minds. Lydgate.However. belief. "Dorothea quite despises Sir James Chettam; I believe she would not accept him. coloring. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge. with a fine old oak here and there. if ever that solitary superlative existed. and when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a devotee. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. 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.

 perhaps. In short. he took her words for a covert judgment. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. But perhaps Dodo. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. But I have been examining all the plans for cottages in Loudon's book. John. and yet be a sort of parchment code. And our land lies together. 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. for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every variety in experience is an epoch. And you! who are going to marry your niece.

 To have in general but little feeling. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does." said Dorothea. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. and weareth a golden helmet?' `What I see. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why.""Well. with grave decision. All the more did the affairs of the great world interest her. seeing the gentlemen enter. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop--that kind of thing. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. making a bright parterre on the table.

" said Celia. who is this?""Her elder sister. Brooke. but he had several times taken too much.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. and sat down opposite to him. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill."Yes. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say.1st Gent. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him.

 "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. Chichely. People should have their own way in marriage. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. quite free from secrets either foul. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids.""Or that seem sensible. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. But.