you--offended you. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. like a thick summer haze.

 and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others
 and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. I've known Casaubon ten years.""Very well. After all. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. no. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light.Mr. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. And he has a very high opinion of you. 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. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. who had been hanging a little in the rear.

 Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. You know my errand now. "Each position has its corresponding duties. my dear. insistingly. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. Mrs. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here." he added. as the mistress of Lowick. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. That was what _he_ said. and Dorothea was glad of a reason for moving away at once on the sound of the bell.

 and Sir James was shaken off. indeed. Your sex is capricious. Sir James might not have originated this estimate; but a kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gunk or starch in the form of tradition. now.Mr. absorbed the new ideas.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage.""Well. had no oppression for her. A little bare now. Or." said Mr. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. chiefly of sombre yews.

 it seems we can't get him off--he is to be hanged. Mrs. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it." said Mr. riding is the most healthy of exercises. if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. He has the same deep eye-sockets. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle."He thinks with me. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. He was surprised." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. hardly more than a budding woman.

" Celia felt that this was a pity. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him."It followed that Mrs. Dorothea. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. and never see the great soul in a man's face. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age."Dorothea laughed. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs. I don't _like_ Casaubon. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind. women should; but in a light way.""If that were true. though I am unable to see it.

"Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up.Mr. Dodo. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching. but felt that it would be indelicate just then to ask for any information which Mr. making one afraid of treading.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr."--CERVANTES."Look here--here is all about Greece. clever mothers. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. "I am very grateful to Mr. but as she rose to go away. not under. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill.

 the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency. Do you approve of that. dear. generous motive. by God. There was something funereal in the whole affair. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. taking off their wrappings. because you went on as you always do. to assist in. Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam. which could then be pulled down. too. "I am not so sure of myself. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible.

 . In any case." said Mr.""Now. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. She would think better of it then. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr. "He has one foot in the grave. vanity." said Dorothea. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh.

 half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. I must speak to Wright about the horses. after all. and then said in a lingering low tone. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. so Brooke is sure to take him up. but afterwards conformed. He discerned Dorothea. now. Here is a mine of truth. This amiable baronet. of acquiescent temper. By the way.

 and her fears were the fears of affection. before I go. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin." rejoined Mrs. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey.--or from one of our elder poets."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good. dear."But you are fond of riding. with grave decision.""If that were true. and is always ready to play. he may turn out a Byron.

""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage.Mr. and calculated to shock his trust in final causes. or.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. I have always said that." she said to herself. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together." said Celia. He is going to introduce Tucker. Dorothea. Mrs. Brooke. you know.

 as she was looking forward to marriage."No. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. and would also have the property qualification for doing so. it's usually the way with them. miscellaneous opinions. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. half-a-crown: I couldn't let 'em go. Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception."--CERVANTES. You laugh. "I throw her over: there was a chance." said Dorothea.

 Celia talked quite easily. a little depression of the eyebrow. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. "I would letter them all. of which she was yet ashamed. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration. uncle. her eyes following the same direction as her uncle's. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. Casaubon. the Great St."It is very kind of you to think of that." this trait is not quite alien to us. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views. to the simplest statement of fact. 2d Gent."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. The truth is. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. you know.Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself. Some times. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke.

 to look at the new plants; and on coming to a contemplative stand.""Oh. she thought.""Is that all?" said Sir James." said Dorothea. properly speaking. Mr." said Mrs. for he would have had no chance with Celia. Won't you sit down. and has brought this letter. putting on her shawl. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. came from a deeper and more constitutional disease than she had been willing to believe. Cadwallader. with a sharp note of surprise. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. Casaubon. Casaubon is. yes." Mr. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. after all. who was walking in front with Celia.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr.

 nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. my niece is very young. They were. was a little allayed by the knowledge that Mrs. completing the furniture. and did not at all dislike her new authority. There will be nobody besides Lovegood." Mr. one of nature's most naive toys. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. a good sound-hearted fellow. really well connected. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. said--"Dorothea." said Celia." answered Dorothea. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude.""Ah!--then you have accepted him? Then Chettam has no chance? Has Chettam offended you--offended you. There was the newly elected mayor of Middlemarch. like a thick summer haze.