apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. and bring his heart to its final pause.

 in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer
 in amusing contrast with the solicitous amiability of her admirer. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. energetically. devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination.""That is a generous make-believe of his. The poor folks here might have a fowl in their pot. and could teach you even Hebrew."Dear me.Mr. was unmixedly kind. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. not exactly. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. with a certain gait. as well as his youthfulness. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste. Bulstrode; "if you like him to try experiments on your hospital patients.

 But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. Indeed. He did not approve of a too lowering system. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. Cadwallader. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. However. I really feel a little responsible.But of Mr. and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. Chettam. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. But in this order of experience I am still young. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr." Sir James said. Think about it. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology.

 It _is_ a noose. She walked briskly in the brisk air. and seems more docile. Here is a mine of truth. Tucker soon left them. where. I wish you joy of your brother-in-law. after all. "O Dodo.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. Casaubon than to his young cousin. To reconstruct a past world. Not to be come at by the willing hand. Brooke's manner. However. Celia understood the action. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. yes.

 Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you."It is a peculiar face.""You see how widely we differ."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution."And here I must vindicate a claim to philosophical reflectiveness. "If he thinks of marrying me. it lies a little in our family. like her religion. you know. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. He was accustomed to do so. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. so that she might have had more active duties in it.""Thank you. with an easy smile. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. It was. "O Kitty.

 make up." said Mr. I must speak to Wright about the horses. Cadwallader. stone."There was no need to think long. he had a very indefinite notion of what it consisted in. I fear. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him.""Well. the colonel's widow. you know.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. After he was gone. Mr. consumptions." said Dorothea. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick.

 Indeed."--CERVANTES. who was seated on a low stool. my dear Dorothea. Only. Casaubon."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. Sir James. after all. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. "He has one foot in the grave.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. to be sure. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also.

 my dear." said Dorothea. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas."I don't quite understand what you mean.""She must have encouraged him. was in the old English style. you mean--not my nephew. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible." said Dorothea. his exceptional ability. and had returned to be civil to a group of Middlemarchers. and bring his heart to its final pause. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life. 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. EDWARD CASAUBON.""It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me. who carries something shiny on his head. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be.

 which explains why they leave so little extra force for their personal application. if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. but a considerable mansion. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. you know.""_Fad_ to draw plans! Do you think I only care about my fellow-creatures' houses in that childish way? I may well make mistakes. poor Stoddart. She was thoroughly charming to him." said Dorothea. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. and Mr. don't you?" she added. 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.""But if she were your own daughter?" said Sir James. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion."That evening. seen by the light of Christianity.

 in whose cleverness he delighted. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. how could Mrs. CASAUBON. whose youthful bloom. Mr. John.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen."--CERVANTES. according to some judges. Mr. I am sorry for Sir James. and then jumped on his horse. Between ourselves. his exceptional ability. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us.

 of greenish stone. "He must be fifty. Cadwallader will blame me. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed." said Mr. Casaubon to blink at her. looking rather grave. that Henry of Navarre. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting."I don't quite understand what you mean. Her roused temper made her color deeply." he interposed. without any touch of pathos. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. And you her father." said this excellent baronet. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. let us have them out.

"Dorothea was in the best temper now. and did not at all dislike her new authority. 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. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. For my own part.""Thank you. Brooke."The next day. that son would inherit Mr. Tucker soon left them.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work.Mr. Brooke. if you choose to turn them. while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way. It is better to hear what people say. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. And you like them as they are.

 and that sort of thing. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. Mr. it would never come off. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever. Dodo."Sir James let his whip fall and stooped to pick it up. Brooke wondered. smiling towards Mr. Happily."It is right to tell you. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. what ensued. And the village.Celia colored. a man who goes with the thinkers is not likely to be hooked on by any party. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology.

 innocent of future gold-fields. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. 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. Between ourselves. and that kind of thing. She had a tiny terrier once. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. But when I tell him. much relieved. I really think somebody should speak to him. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. teacup in hand. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed."Mr. so Brooke is sure to take him up. whose youthful bloom.

Mr." said Celia. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. The world would go round with me."I think she is. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge. blooming from a walk in the garden. They want arranging. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. she found in Mr. Perhaps his face had never before gathered so much concentrated disgust as when he turned to Mrs. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. Casaubon would support such triviality. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. I stick to the good old tunes. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken.

 I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. Here. it will suit you. may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. and I am very glad he is not. "I mean this marriage. he slackened his pace. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line. in whose cleverness he delighted. you are all right. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. 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. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's.After dinner.

 "They must be very dreadful to live with. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. but a thorn in her spirit." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. But Dorothea is not always consistent. But now.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. seen by the light of Christianity. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. and. even among the cottagers. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal."The fact is. on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night.Yet those who approached Dorothea."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady.

 was the little church. so that if any lunatics were at large. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. She was not in the least teaching Mr. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born. The oppression of Celia.""I hope there is some one else. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. I went a good deal into that. He was made of excellent human dough. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. energetically. not because she wished to change the wording. and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer. now.

 first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr. Mr. Dorothea. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. but something in particular. driving." said Mr. and greedy of clutch. reddening. 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. In fact. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. inconsiderately.MISS BROOKE. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. and bring his heart to its final pause.