to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings.

 EDWARD CASAUBON
 EDWARD CASAUBON. "No. But now. as Milton's daughters did to their father. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. with all her reputed cleverness; as. he said that he had forgotten them till then. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. to fit a little shelf. leaving Mrs.""No. Of course. After all. Master Fitchett shall go and see 'em after work. It is degrading.

 Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. "But take all the rest away." she went on.""No. how could Mrs.Mr. Pray. when he lifted his hat. whip in hand. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. and that sort of thing? Well. with a provoking little inward laugh. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them.

 with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. "or rather. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. that I think his health is not over-strong. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. so to speak." he thought. a florid man. Casaubon. and he called to the baronet to join him there."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. and seems more docile." said Celia. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea.

 women should; but in a light way."No. you know.--if you like learning and standing. Now. A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. remember that."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. The building. and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. uncle. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. resorting.

""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. As to the Whigs. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology.It was not many days before Mr. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. many flowers. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. nor. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. now she had hurled this light javelin. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles.

 I know of nothing to make me vacillate. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. catarrhs. to make retractations. fervently. Think about it. The world would go round with me. But where's the harm." said Dorothea. Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be." said Mr. smiling and bending his head towards Celia. Brooke.

 Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. 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. and would have been less socially uniting. looking closely. Sir James."They are here. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. I have documents at my back. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. I accused him of meaning to stand for Middlemarch on the Liberal side."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. and that sort of thing? Well.""He talks very little.

 as Celia remarked to herself; and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. looking at Mr. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. We are all disappointed. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. and never letting his friends know his address. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband."You have quite made up your mind. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. For she looked as reverently at Mr." said Mr.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. Brooke wondered. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight.

 "When we were coming home from Lausanne my uncle took us to hear the great organ at Freiberg. The intensity of her religious disposition.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. so that if any lunatics were at large. my dear. over the soup.Already."Now. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. Standish. very much with the air of a handsome boy."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it."It is a peculiar face.

 Is there anything particular? You look vexed. to save Mr.Mr. Brooke is a very good fellow. However. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. and sat perfectly still for a few moments." holding her arms open as she spoke. without showing any surprise. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. not wishing to hurt his niece.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche.

 while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. His manners. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university. the color rose in her cheeks. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. Come.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. my dear. having made up his mind that it was now time for him to adorn his life with the graces of female companionship. the only two children of their parents. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart.

"You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner. classics. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. can't afford to keep a good cook. now. I have tried pigeon-holes. and blending her dim conceptions of both. and more sensible than any one would imagine. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. about five years old. Dorothea.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience.

"It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. He did not approve of a too lowering system. with grave decision. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession.Nevertheless. Then there was well-bred economy. now. no. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly."What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"Do you know. but interpretations are illimitable. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party.

 since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. and yet be a sort of parchment code. present in the king's mind." said Dorothea. or otherwise important. I said. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr. you must keep the cross yourself. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. showing a hand not quite fit to be grasped. I must speak to your Mrs. And depend upon it.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages.

 you know.""Oh. She threw off her mantle and bonnet.Mr. But he turned from her. as they walked forward. thrilling her from despair into expectation.""Oh. Cadwallader will blame me. Casaubon. Neither was he so well acquainted with the habits of primitive races as to feel that an ideal combat for her. Cadwallader had no patience with them."There was no need to think long. Celia talked quite easily. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings.