,while
he
was
beginning
to
pay
small
attentions
to
Celia
,
he
found
himself
talking
with
more
and
more
pleasure
to
Dorothea
.
She
was
perfectly
unconstrained
and
without
irritation
towards
him
now
,
and
he
was
gradually
discovering
the
delight
there
is
in
frank
kindness
and
companionship
between
a
man
and
a
woman
who
have
no
passion
to
hide
or
confess
.
CHAPTER
IX
.
1st
Gent
.
An
ancient
land
in
ancient
oracles
Is
called
"
law-thirsty
"
:
all
the
struggle
there
Was
after
order
and
a
perfect
rule
.
Pray
,
where
lie
such
lands
now
?
.
.
.
2d
Gent
.
Why
,
where
they
lay
of
old
—
in
human
souls
.
Mr.
Casaubon
's
behavior
about
settlements
was
highly
satisfactory
to
Mr.
Brooke
,
and
the
preliminaries
of
marriage
rolled
smoothly
along
,
shortening
the
weeks
of
courtship
.
The
betrothed
bride
must
see
her
future
home
,
and
dictate
any
changes
that
she
would
like
to
have
made
there
.
A
woman
dictates
before
marriage
in
order
that
she
may
have
an
appetite
for
submission
afterwards
.
And
certainly
,
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
.
On
a
gray
but
dry
November
morning
Dorothea
drove
to
Lowick
in
company
with
her
uncle
and
Celia
.
Mr.
Casaubon
's
home
was
the
manor-house
.
Close
by
,
visible
from
some
parts
of
the
garden
,
was
the
little
church
,
with
the
old
parsonage
opposite
.
In
the
beginning
of
his
career
,
Mr.
Casaubon
had
only
held
the
living
,
but
the
death
of
his
brother
had
put
him
in
possession
of
the
manor
also
.
It
had
a
small
park
,
with
a
fine
old
oak
here
and
there
,
and
an
avenue
of
limes
towards
the
southwest
front
,
with
a
sunk
fence
between
park
and
pleasure-ground
,
so
that
from
the
drawing-room
windows
the
glance
swept
uninterruptedly
along
a
slope
of
greensward
till
the
limes
ended
in
a
level
of
corn
and
pastures
,
which
often
seemed
to
melt
into
a
lake
under
the
setting
sun
.
This
was
the
happy
side
of
the
house
,
for
the
south
and
east
looked
rather
melancholy
even
under
the
brightest
morning
.
The
grounds
here
were
more
confined
,
the
flower-beds
showed
no
very
careful
tendance
,
and
large
clumps
of
trees
,
chiefly
of
sombre
yews
,
had
risen
high
,
not
ten
yards
from
the
windows
.
The
building
,
of
greenish
stone
,
was
in
the
old
English
style
,
not
ugly
,
but
small-windowed
and
melancholy-looking
:
the
sort
of
house
that
must
have
children
,
many
flowers
,
open
windows
,
and
little
vistas
of
bright
things
,
to
make
it
seem
a
joyous
home
.
In
this
latter
end
of
autumn
,
with
a
sparse
remnant
of
yellow
leaves
falling
slowly
athwart
the
dark
evergreens
in
a
stillness
without
sunshine
,
the
house
too
had
an
air
of
autumnal
decline
,
and
Mr.
Casaubon
,
when
he
presented
himself
,
had
no
bloom
that
could
be
thrown
into
relief
by
that
background
.
"
Oh
dear
!
"
Celia
said
to
herself
,
"
I
am
sure
Freshitt
Hall
would
have
been
pleasanter
than
this
.
"
She
thought
of
the
white
freestone
,
the
pillared
portico
,
and
the
terrace
full
of
flowers
,
Sir
James
smiling
above
them
like
a
prince
issuing
from
his
enchantment
in
a
rose-bush
,
with
a
handkerchief
swiftly
metamorphosed
from
the
most
delicately
odorous
petals
—
Sir
James
,
who
talked
so
agreeably
,
always
about
things
which
had
common-sense
in
them
,
and
not
about
learning
!
Celia
had
those
light
young
feminine
tastes
which
grave
and
weatherworn
gentlemen
sometimes
prefer
in
a
wife
;
but
happily
Mr.
Casaubon
's
bias
had
been
different
,
for
he
would
have
had
no
chance
with
Celia
.
Dorothea
,
on
the
contrary
,
found
the
house
and
grounds
all
that
she
could
wish
:
the
dark
book-shelves
in
the
long
library
,
the
carpets
and
curtains
with
colours
subdued
by
time
,
the
curious
old
maps
and
bird's-eye
views
on
the
walls
of
the
corridor
,
with
here
and
there
an
old
vase
below
,
had
no
oppression
for
her
,
and
seemed
more
cheerful
than
the
casts
and
pictures
at
the
Grange
,
which
her
uncle
had
long
ago
brought
home
from
his
travels
—
they
being
probably
among
the
ideas
he
had
taken
in
at
one
time
.
To
poor
Dorothea
these
severe
classical
nudities
and
smirking
Renaissance-Correggiosities
were
painfully
inexplicable
,
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
.
But
the
owners
of
Lowick
apparently
had
not
been
travellers
,
and
Mr.
Casaubon
's
studies
of
the
past
were
not
carried
on
by
means
of
such
aids
.
Dorothea
walked
about
the
house
with
delightful
emotion
.
Everything
seemed
hallowed
to
her
:
this
was
to
be
the
home
of
her
wifehood
,
and
she
looked
up
with
eyes
full
of
confidence
to
Mr.
Casaubon
when
he
drew
her
attention
specially
to
some
actual
arrangement
and
asked
her
if
she
would
like
an
alteration
.
All
appeals
to
her
taste
she
met
gratefully
,
but
saw
nothing
to
alter
.
His
efforts
at
exact
courtesy
and
formal
tenderness
had
no
defect
for
her
.
She
filled
up
all
blanks
with
unmanifested
perfections
,
interpreting
him
as
she
interpreted
the
works
of
Providence
,
and
accounting
for
seeming
discords
by
her
own
deafness
to
the
higher
harmonies
.
And
there
are
many
blanks
left
in
the
weeks
of
courtship
which
a
loving
faith
fills
with
happy
assurance
.
"
Now
,
my
dear
Dorothea
,
I
wish
you
to
favour
me
by
pointing
out
which
room
you
would
like
to
have
as
your
boudoir
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
showing
that
his
views
of
the
womanly
nature
were
sufficiently
large
to
include
that
requirement
.
"
It
is
very
kind
of
you
to
think
of
that
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
"
but
I
assure
you
I
would
rather
have
all
those
matters
decided
for
me
.
I
shall
be
much
happier
to
take
everything
as
it
is
—
just
as
you
have
been
used
to
have
it
,
or
as
you
will
yourself
choose
it
to
be
.
I
have
no
motive
for
wishing
anything
else
.
"
"
Oh
,
Dodo
,
"
said
Celia
,
"
will
you
not
have
the
bow-windowed
room
up-stairs
?
"
Mr.
Casaubon
led
the
way
thither
.
The
bow-window
looked
down
the
avenue
of
limes
;
the
furniture
was
all
of
a
faded
blue
,
and
there
were
miniatures
of
ladies
and
gentlemen
with
powdered
hair
hanging
in
a
group
.
A
piece
of
tapestry
over
a
door
also
showed
a
blue-green
world
with
a
pale
stag
in
it
.
The
chairs
and
tables
were
thin-legged
and
easy
to
upset
.
It
was
a
room
where
one
might
fancy
the
ghost
of
a
tight-laced
lady
revisiting
the
scene
of
her
embroidery
.
A
light
bookcase
contained
duodecimo
volumes
of
polite
literature
in
calf
,
completing
the
furniture
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
"
this
would
be
a
pretty
room
with
some
new
hangings
,
sofas
,
and
that
sort
of
thing
.
A
little
bare
now
.
"
"
No
,
uncle
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
eagerly
.
"
Pray
do
not
speak
of
altering
anything
.
There
are
so
many
other
things
in
the
world
that
want
altering
—
I
like
to
take
these
things
as
they
are
.
And
you
like
them
as
they
are
,
do
n't
you
?
"
she
added
,
looking
at
Mr.
Casaubon
.
"
Perhaps
this
was
your
mother
's
room
when
she
was
young
.
"
"
It
was
,
"
he
said
,
with
his
slow
bend
of
the
head
.
"
This
is
your
mother
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
who
had
turned
to
examine
the
group
of
miniatures
.
"
It
is
like
the
tiny
one
you
brought
me
;
only
,
I
should
think
,
a
better
portrait
.
And
this
one
opposite
,
who
is
this
?
"
"
Her
elder
sister
.
They
were
,
like
you
and
your
sister
,
the
only
two
children
of
their
parents
,
who
hang
above
them
,
you
see
.
"
"
The
sister
is
pretty
,
"
said
Celia
,
implying
that
she
thought
less
favourably
of
Mr.
Casaubon
's
mother
.
It
was
a
new
opening
to
Celia
's
imagination
,
that
he
came
of
a
family
who
had
all
been
young
in
their
time
—
the
ladies
wearing
necklaces
.
"
It
is
a
peculiar
face
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
looking
closely
.
"
Those
deep
gray
eyes
rather
near
together
—
and
the
delicate
irregular
nose
with
a
sort
of
ripple
in
it
—
and
all
the
powdered
curls
hanging
backward
.
Altogether
it
seems
to
me
peculiar
rather
than
pretty
.
There
is
not
even
a
family
likeness
between
her
and
your
mother
.
"
"
No.
And
they
were
not
alike
in
their
lot
.
"
"
You
did
not
mention
her
to
me
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
My
aunt
made
an
unfortunate
marriage
.
I
never
saw
her
.
"
Dorothea
wondered
a
little
,
but
felt
that
it
would
be
indelicate
just
then
to
ask
for
any
information
which
Mr.
Casaubon
did
not
proffer
,
and
she
turned
to
the
window
to
admire
the
view
.
The
sun
had
lately
pierced
the
gray
,
and
the
avenue
of
limes
cast
shadows
.
"
Shall
we
not
walk
in
the
garden
now
?
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
And
you
would
like
to
see
the
church
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
It
is
a
droll
little
church
.
And
the
village
.
It
all
lies
in
a
nut-shell
.
By
the
way
,
it
will
suit
you
,
Dorothea
;
for
the
cottages
are
like
a
row
of
alms-houses
—
little
gardens
,
gilly-flowers
,
that
sort
of
thing
.
"
"
Yes
,
please
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
looking
at
Mr.
Casaubon
,
"
I
should
like
to
see
all
that
.
"
She
had
got
nothing
from
him
more
graphic
about
the
Lowick
cottages
than
that
they
were
"
not
bad
.
"
They
were
soon
on
a
gravel
walk
which
led
chiefly
between
grassy
borders
and
clumps
of
trees
,
this
being
the
nearest
way
to
the
church
,
Mr.
Casaubon
said
.
At
the
little
gate
leading
into
the
churchyard
there
was
a
pause
while
Mr.
Casaubon
went
to
the
parsonage
close
by
to
fetch
a
key
.
Celia
,
who
had
been
hanging
a
little
in
the
rear
,
came
up
presently
,
when
she
saw
that
Mr.
Casaubon
was
gone
away
,
and
said
in
her
easy
staccato
,
which
always
seemed
to
contradict
the
suspicion
of
any
malicious
intent
—
"
Do
you
know
,
Dorothea
,
I
saw
some
one
quite
young
coming
up
one
of
the
walks
.
"
"
Is
that
astonishing
,
Celia
?
"
"
There
may
be
a
young
gardener
,
you
know
—
why
not
?
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
I
told
Casaubon
he
should
change
his
gardener
.
"
"
No
,
not
a
gardener
,
"
said
Celia
;
"
a
gentleman
with
a
sketch-book
.
He
had
light-brown
curls
.
I
only
saw
his
back
.
But
he
was
quite
young
.
"
"
The
curate
's
son
,
perhaps
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
Ah
,
there
is
Casaubon
again
,
and
Tucker
with
him
.
He
is
going
to
introduce
Tucker
.
You
do
n't
know
Tucker
yet
.
"
Mr.
Tucker
was
the
middle-aged
curate
,
one
of
the
"
inferior
clergy
,
"
who
are
usually
not
wanting
in
sons
.
But
after
the
introduction
,
the
conversation
did
not
lead
to
any
question
about
his
family
,
and
the
startling
apparition
of
youthfulness
was
forgotten
by
every
one
but
Celia
.
She
inwardly
declined
to
believe
that
the
light-brown
curls
and
slim
figure
could
have
any
relationship
to
Mr.
Tucker
,
who
was
just
as
old
and
musty-looking
as
she
would
have
expected
Mr.
Casaubon
's
curate
to
be
;
doubtless
an
excellent
man
who
would
go
to
heaven
(
for
Celia
wished
not
to
be
unprincipled
)
,
but
the
corners
of
his
mouth
were
so
unpleasant
.
Celia
thought
with
some
dismalness
of
the
time
she
should
have
to
spend
as
bridesmaid
at
Lowick
,
while
the
curate
had
probably
no
pretty
little
children
whom
she
could
like
,
irrespective
of
principle
.
Mr.
Tucker
was
invaluable
in
their
walk
;
and
perhaps
Mr.
Casaubon
had
not
been
without
foresight
on
this
head
,
the
curate
being
able
to
answer
all
Dorothea
's
questions
about
the
villagers
and
the
other
parishioners
.
Everybody
,
he
assured
her
,
was
well
off
in
Lowick
:
not
a
cottager
in
those
double
cottages
at
a
low
rent
but
kept
a
pig
,
and
the
strips
of
garden
at
the
back
were
well
tended
.
The
small
boys
wore
excellent
corduroy
,
the
girls
went
out
as
tidy
servants
,
or
did
a
little
straw-plaiting
at
home
:
no
looms
here
,
no
Dissent
;
and
though
the
public
disposition
was
rather
towards
laying
by
money
than
towards
spirituality
,
there
was
not
much
vice
.
The
speckled
fowls
were
so
numerous
that
Mr.
Brooke
observed
,
"
Your
farmers
leave
some
barley
for
the
women
to
glean
,
I
see
.
The
poor
folks
here
might
have
a
fowl
in
their
pot
,
as
the
good
French
king
used
to
wish
for
all
his
people
.
The
French
eat
a
good
many
fowls
—
skinny
fowls
,
you
know
.
"
"
I
think
it
was
a
very
cheap
wish
of
his
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
indignantly
.
"
Are
kings
such
monsters
that
a
wish
like
that
must
be
reckoned
a
royal
virtue
?
"
"
And
if
he
wished
them
a
skinny
fowl
,
"
said
Celia
,
"
that
would
not
be
nice
.
But
perhaps
he
wished
them
to
have
fat
fowls
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
the
word
has
dropped
out
of
the
text
,
or
perhaps
was
subauditum
;
that
is
,
present
in
the
king
's
mind
,
but
not
uttered
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
smiling
and
bending
his
head
towards
Celia
,
who
immediately
dropped
backward
a
little
,
because
she
could
not
bear
Mr.
Casaubon
to
blink
at
her
.
Dorothea
sank
into
silence
on
the
way
back
to
the
house
.
She
felt
some
disappointment
,
of
which
she
was
yet
ashamed
,
that
there
was
nothing
for
her
to
do
in
Lowick
;
and
in
the
next
few
minutes
her
mind
had
glanced
over
the
possibility
,
which
she
would
have
preferred
,
of
finding
that
her
home
would
be
in
a
parish
which
had
a
larger
share
of
the
world
's
misery
,
so
that
she
might
have
had
more
active
duties
in
it
.
Then
,
recurring
to
the
future
actually
before
her
,
she
made
a
picture
of
more
complete
devotion
to
Mr.
Casaubon
's
aims
in
which
she
would
await
new
duties
.
Many
such
might
reveal
themselves
to
the
higher
knowledge
gained
by
her
in
that
companionship
.
Mr.
Tucker
soon
left
them
,
having
some
clerical
work
which
would
not
allow
him
to
lunch
at
the
Hall
;
and
as
they
were
re-entering
the
garden
through
the
little
gate
,
Mr.
Casaubon
said
—
"
You
seem
a
little
sad
,
Dorothea
.
I
trust
you
are
pleased
with
what
you
have
seen
.
"
"
I
am
feeling
something
which
is
perhaps
foolish
and
wrong
,
"
answered
Dorothea
,
with
her
usual
openness
—
"
almost
wishing
that
the
people
wanted
more
to
be
done
for
them
here
.
I
have
known
so
few
ways
of
making
my
life
good
for
anything
.
Of
course
,
my
notions
of
usefulness
must
be
narrow
.
I
must
learn
new
ways
of
helping
people
.
"
"
Doubtless
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
.
"
Each
position
has
its
corresponding
duties
.
Yours
,
I
trust
,
as
the
mistress
of
Lowick
,
will
not
leave
any
yearning
unfulfilled
.
"
"
Indeed
,
I
believe
that
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
earnestly
.
"
Do
not
suppose
that
I
am
sad
.
"
"
That
is
well
.
But
,
if
you
are
not
tired
,
we
will
take
another
way
to
the
house
than
that
by
which
we
came
.
"
Dorothea
was
not
at
all
tired
,
and
a
little
circuit
was
made
towards
a
fine
yew-tree
,
the
chief
hereditary
glory
of
the
grounds
on
this
side
of
the
house
.
As
they
approached
it
,
a
figure
,
conspicuous
on
a
dark
background
of
evergreens
,
was
seated
on
a
bench
,
sketching
the
old
tree
.
Mr.
Brooke
,
who
was
walking
in
front
with
Celia
,
turned
his
head
,
and
said
—
"
Who
is
that
youngster
,
Casaubon
?
"
They
had
come
very
near
when
Mr.
Casaubon
answered
—
"
That
is
a
young
relative
of
mine
,
a
second
cousin
:
the
grandson
,
in
fact
,
"
he
added
,
looking
at
Dorothea
,
"
of
the
lady
whose
portrait
you
have
been
noticing
,
my
aunt
Julia
.
"
The
young
man
had
laid
down
his
sketch-book
and
risen
.
His
bushy
light-brown
curls
,
as
well
as
his
youthfulness
,
identified
him
at
once
with
Celia
's
apparition
.
"
Dorothea
,
let
me
introduce
to
you
my
cousin
,
Mr.
Ladislaw
.
Will
,
this
is
Miss
Brooke
.
"
The
cousin
was
so
close
now
,
that
,
when
he
lifted
his
hat
,
Dorothea
could
see
a
pair
of
gray
eyes
rather
near
together
,
a
delicate
irregular
nose
with
a
little
ripple
in
it
,
and
hair
falling
backward
;
but
there
was
a
mouth
and
chin
of
a
more
prominent
,
threatening
aspect
than
belonged
to
the
type
of
the
grandmother
's
miniature
.
Young
Ladislaw
did
not
feel
it
necessary
to
smile
,
as
if
he
were
charmed
with
this
introduction
to
his
future
second
cousin
and
her
relatives
;
but
wore
rather
a
pouting
air
of
discontent
.
"
You
are
an
artist
,
I
see
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
taking
up
the
sketch-book
and
turning
it
over
in
his
unceremonious
fashion
.
"
No
,
I
only
sketch
a
little
.
There
is
nothing
fit
to
be
seen
there
,
"
said
young
Ladislaw
,
colouring
,
perhaps
with
temper
rather
than
modesty
.
"
Oh
,
come
,
this
is
a
nice
bit
,
now
.
I
did
a
little
in
this
way
myself
at
one
time
,
you
know
.
Look
here
,
now
;
this
is
what
I
call
a
nice
thing
,
done
with
what
we
used
to
call
brio
.
"
Mr.
Brooke
held
out
towards
the
two
girls
a
large
coloured
sketch
of
stony
ground
and
trees
,
with
a
pool
.
"
I
am
no
judge
of
these
things
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
not
coldly
,
but
with
an
eager
deprecation
of
the
appeal
to
her
.
"
You
know
,
uncle
,
I
never
see
the
beauty
of
those
pictures
which
you
say
are
so
much
praised
.
They
are
a
language
I
do
not
understand
.
I
suppose
there
is
some
relation
between
pictures
and
nature
which
I
am
too
ignorant
to
feel
—
just
as
you
see
what
a
Greek
sentence
stands
for
which
means
nothing
to
me
.
"
Dorothea
looked
up
at
Mr.
Casaubon
,
who
bowed
his
head
towards
her
,
while
Mr.
Brooke
said
,
smiling
nonchalantly
—
"
Bless
me
,
now
,
how
different
people
are
!
But
you
had
a
bad
style
of
teaching
,
you
know
—
else
this
is
just
the
thing
for
girls
—
sketching
,
fine
art
and
so
on
.
But
you
took
to
drawing
plans
;
you
do
n't
understand
morbidezza
,
and
that
kind
of
thing
.
You
will
come
to
my
house
,
I
hope
,
and
I
will
show
you
what
I
did
in
this
way
,
"
he
continued
,
turning
to
young
Ladislaw
,
who
had
to
be
recalled
from
his
preoccupation
in
observing
Dorothea
.
Ladislaw
had
made
up
his
mind
that
she
must
be
an
unpleasant
girl
,
since
she
was
going
to
marry
Casaubon
,
and
what
she
said
of
her
stupidity
about
pictures
would
have
confirmed
that
opinion
even
if
he
had
believed
her
.
As
it
was
,
he
took
her
words
for
a
covert
judgment
,
and
was
certain
that
she
thought
his
sketch
detestable
.
There
was
too
much
cleverness
in
her
apology
:
she
was
laughing
both
at
her
uncle
and
himself
.
But
what
a
voice
!
It
was
like
the
voice
of
a
soul
that
had
once
lived
in
an
Aeolian
harp
.
This
must
be
one
of
Nature
's
inconsistencies
.
There
could
be
no
sort
of
passion
in
a
girl
who
would
marry
Casaubon
.
But
he
turned
from
her
,
and
bowed
his
thanks
for
Mr.
Brooke
's
invitation
.
"
We
will
turn
over
my
Italian
engravings
together
,
"
continued
that
good-natured
man
.
"
I
have
no
end
of
those
things
,
that
I
have
laid
by
for
years
.
One
gets
rusty
in
this
part
of
the
country
,
you
know
.
Not
you
,
Casaubon
;
you
stick
to
your
studies
;
but
my
best
ideas
get
undermost
—
out
of
use
,
you
know
.
You
clever
young
men
must
guard
against
indolence
.
I
was
too
indolent
,
you
know
:
else
I
might
have
been
anywhere
at
one
time
.
"
"
That
is
a
seasonable
admonition
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
;
"
but
now
we
will
pass
on
to
the
house
,
lest
the
young
ladies
should
be
tired
of
standing
.
"
When
their
backs
were
turned
,
young
Ladislaw
sat
down
to
go
on
with
his
sketching
,
and
as
he
did
so
his
face
broke
into
an
expression
of
amusement
which
increased
as
he
went
on
drawing
,
till
at
last
he
threw
back
his
head
and
laughed
aloud
.
Partly
it
was
the
reception
of
his
own
artistic
production
that
tickled
him
;
partly
the
notion
of
his
grave
cousin
as
the
lover
of
that
girl
;
and
partly
Mr.
Brooke
's
definition
of
the
place
he
might
have
held
but
for
the
impediment
of
indolence
.
Mr.
Will
Ladislaw
's
sense
of
the
ludicrous
lit
up
his
features
very
agreeably
:
it
was
the
pure
enjoyment
of
comicality
,
and
had
no
mixture
of
sneering
and
self-exaltation
.
"
What
is
your
nephew
going
to
do
with
himself
,
Casaubon
?
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
as
they
went
on
.
"
My
cousin
,
you
mean
—
not
my
nephew
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
cousin
.
But
in
the
way
of
a
career
,
you
know
.
"
"
The
answer
to
that
question
is
painfully
doubtful
.
On
leaving
Rugby
he
declined
to
go
to
an
English
university
,
where
I
would
gladly
have
placed
him
,
and
chose
what
I
must
consider
the
anomalous
course
of
studying
at
Heidelberg
.
And
now
he
wants
to
go
abroad
again
,
without
any
special
object
,
save
the
vague
purpose
of
what
he
calls
culture
,
preparation
for
he
knows
not
what
.
He
declines
to
choose
a
profession
.
"
"
He
has
no
means
but
what
you
furnish
,
I
suppose
.
"
"
I
have
always
given
him
and
his
friends
reason
to
understand
that
I
would
furnish
in
moderation
what
was
necessary
for
providing
him
with
a
scholarly
education
,
and
launching
him
respectably
.
I
am
therefore
bound
to
fulfil
the
expectation
so
raised
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
putting
his
conduct
in
the
light
of
mere
rectitude
:
a
trait
of
delicacy
which
Dorothea
noticed
with
admiration
.
"
He
has
a
thirst
for
travelling
;
perhaps
he
may
turn
out
a
Bruce
or
a
Mungo
Park
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
I
had
a
notion
of
that
myself
at
one
time
.
"
"
No
,
he
has
no
bent
towards
exploration
,
or
the
enlargement
of
our
geognosis
:
that
would
be
a
special
purpose
which
I
could
recognize
with
some
approbation
,
though
without
felicitating
him
on
a
career
which
so
often
ends
in
premature
and
violent
death
.
But
so
far
is
he
from
having
any
desire
for
a
more
accurate
knowledge
of
the
earth
's
surface
,
that
he
said
he
should
prefer
not
to
know
the
sources
of
the
Nile
,
and
that
there
should
be
some
unknown
regions
preserved
as
hunting
grounds
for
the
poetic
imagination
.
"
"
Well
,
there
is
something
in
that
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
who
had
certainly
an
impartial
mind
.
"
It
is
,
I
fear
,
nothing
more
than
a
part
of
his
general
inaccuracy
and
indisposition
to
thoroughness
of
all
kinds
,
which
would
be
a
bad
augury
for
him
in
any
profession
,
civil
or
sacred
,
even
were
he
so
far
submissive
to
ordinary
rule
as
to
choose
one
.
"
"
Perhaps
he
has
conscientious
scruples
founded
on
his
own
unfitness
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
who
was
interesting
herself
in
finding
a
favourable
explanation
.
"
Because
the
law
and
medicine
should
be
very
serious
professions
to
undertake
,
should
they
not
?
People
's
lives
and
fortunes
depend
on
them
.
"
"
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
,
and
to
that
kind
of
acquirement
which
is
needful
instrumentally
,
but
is
not
charming
or
immediately
inviting
to
self-indulgent
taste
.
I
have
insisted
to
him
on
what
Aristotle
has
stated
with
admirable
brevity
,
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
,
demanding
patience
.
I
have
pointed
to
my
own
manuscript
volumes
,
which
represent
the
toil
of
years
preparatory
to
a
work
not
yet
accomplished
.
But
in
vain
.
To
careful
reasoning
of
this
kind
he
replies
by
calling
himself
Pegasus
,
and
every
form
of
prescribed
work
'
harness
.
'
"
Celia
laughed
.
She
was
surprised
to
find
that
Mr.
Casaubon
could
say
something
quite
amusing
.
"
Well
,
you
know
,
he
may
turn
out
a
Byron
,
a
Chatterton
,
a
Churchill
—
that
sort
of
thing
—
there
's
no
telling
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
Shall
you
let
him
go
to
Italy
,
or
wherever
else
he
wants
to
go
?
"
"
Yes
;
I
have
agreed
to
furnish
him
with
moderate
supplies
for
a
year
or
so
;
he
asks
no
more
.
I
shall
let
him
be
tried
by
the
test
of
freedom
.
"
"
That
is
very
kind
of
you
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
looking
up
at
Mr.
Casaubon
with
delight
.
"
It
is
noble
.
After
all
,
people
may
really
have
in
them
some
vocation
which
is
not
quite
plain
to
themselves
,
may
they
not
?
They
may
seem
idle
and
weak
because
they
are
growing
.
We
should
be
very
patient
with
each
other
,
I
think
.
"
"
I
suppose
it
is
being
engaged
to
be
married
that
has
made
you
think
patience
good
,
"
said
Celia
,
as
soon
as
she
and
Dorothea
were
alone
together
,
taking
off
their
wrappings
.
"
You
mean
that
I
am
very
impatient
,
Celia
.
"
"
Yes
;
when
people
do
n't
do
and
say
just
what
you
like
.
"
Celia
had
become
less
afraid
of
"
saying
things
"
to
Dorothea
since
this
engagement
:
cleverness
seemed
to
her
more
pitiable
than
ever
.
CHAPTER
X
.
"
He
had
catched
a
great
cold
,
had
he
had
no
other
clothes
to
wear
than
the
skin
of
a
bear
not
yet
killed
.
"
—
FULLER
.
Young
Ladislaw
did
not
pay
that
visit
to
which
Mr.
Brooke
had
invited
him
,
and
only
six
days
afterwards
Mr.
Casaubon
mentioned
that
his
young
relative
had
started
for
the
Continent
,
seeming
by
this
cold
vagueness
to
waive
inquiry
.
Indeed
,
Will
had
declined
to
fix
on
any
more
precise
destination
than
the
entire
area
of
Europe
.
Genius
,
he
held
,
is
necessarily
intolerant
of
fetters
:
on
the
one
hand
it
must
have
the
utmost
play
for
its
spontaneity
;
on
the
other
,
it
may
confidently
await
those
messages
from
the
universe
which
summon
it
to
its
peculiar
work
,
only
placing
itself
in
an
attitude
of
receptivity
towards
all
sublime
chances
.
The
attitudes
of
receptivity
are
various
,
and
Will
had
sincerely
tried
many
of
them
.
He
was
not
excessively
fond
of
wine
,
but
he
had
several
times
taken
too
much
,
simply
as
an
experiment
in
that
form
of
ecstasy
;
he
had
fasted
till
he
was
faint
,
and
then
supped
on
lobster
;
he
had
made
himself
ill
with
doses
of
opium
.
Nothing
greatly
original
had
resulted
from
these
measures
;
and
the
effects
of
the
opium
had
convinced
him
that
there
was
an
entire
dissimilarity
between
his
constitution
and
De
Quincey
's
.
The
superadded
circumstance
which
would
evolve
the
genius
had
not
yet
come
;
the
universe
had
not
yet
beckoned
.
Even
Caesar
's
fortune
at
one
time
was
but
a
grand
presentiment
.
We
know
what
a
masquerade
all
development
is
,
and
what
effective
shapes
may
be
disguised
in
helpless
embryos
.
In
fact
,
the
world
is
full
of
hopeful
analogies
and
handsome
dubious
eggs
called
possibilities
.
Will
saw
clearly
enough
the
pitiable
instances
of
long
incubation
producing
no
chick
,
and
but
for
gratitude
would
have
laughed
at
Casaubon
,
whose
plodding
application
,
rows
of
note-books
,
and
small
taper
of
learned
theory
exploring
the
tossed
ruins
of
the
world
,
seemed
to
enforce
a
moral
entirely
encouraging
to
Will
's
generous
reliance
on
the
intentions
of
the
universe
with
regard
to
himself
.
He
held
that
reliance
to
be
a
mark
of
genius
;
and
certainly
it
is
no
mark
to
the
contrary
;
genius
consisting
neither
in
self-conceit
nor
in
humility
,
but
in
a
power
to
make
or
do
,
not
anything
in
general
,
but
something
in
particular
.
Let
him
start
for
the
Continent
,
then
,
without
our
pronouncing
on
his
future
.
Among
all
forms
of
mistake
,
prophecy
is
the
most
gratuitous
.
But
at
present
this
caution
against
a
too
hasty
judgment
interests
me
more
in
relation
to
Mr.
Casaubon
than
to
his
young
cousin
.
If
to
Dorothea
Mr.
Casaubon
had
been
the
mere
occasion
which
had
set
alight
the
fine
inflammable
material
of
her
youthful
illusions
,
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
,
any
prejudice
derived
from
Mrs.
Cadwallader
's
contempt
for
a
neighboring
clergyman
's
alleged
greatness
of
soul
,
or
Sir
James
Chettam
's
poor
opinion
of
his
rival
's
legs
,
—
from
Mr.
Brooke
's
failure
to
elicit
a
companion
's
ideas
,
or
from
Celia
's
criticism
of
a
middle-aged
scholar
's
personal
appearance
.
I
am
not
sure
that
the
greatest
man
of
his
age
,
if
ever
that
solitary
superlative
existed
,
could
escape
these
unfavourable
reflections
of
himself
in
various
small
mirrors
;
and
even
Milton
,
looking
for
his
portrait
in
a
spoon
,
must
submit
to
have
the
facial
angle
of
a
bumpkin
.
Moreover
,
if
Mr.
Casaubon
,
speaking
for
himself
,
has
rather
a
chilling
rhetoric
,
it
is
not
therefore
certain
that
there
is
no
good
work
or
fine
feeling
in
him
.
Did
not
an
immortal
physicist
and
interpreter
of
hieroglyphs
write
detestable
verses
?
Has
the
theory
of
the
solar
system
been
advanced
by
graceful
manners
and
conversational
tact
?
Suppose
we
turn
from
outside
estimates
of
a
man
,
to
wonder
,
with
keener
interest
,
what
is
the
report
of
his
own
consciousness
about
his
doings
or
capacity
:
with
what
hindrances
he
is
carrying
on
his
daily
labours
;
what
fading
of
hopes
,
or
what
deeper
fixity
of
self-delusion
the
years
are
marking
off
within
him
;
and
with
what
spirit
he
wrestles
against
universal
pressure
,
which
will
one
day
be
too
heavy
for
him
,
and
bring
his
heart
to
its
final
pause
.
Doubtless
his
lot
is
important
in
his
own
eyes
;
and
the
chief
reason
that
we
think
he
asks
too
large
a
place
in
our
consideration
must
be
our
want
of
room
for
him
,
since
we
refer
him
to
the
Divine
regard
with
perfect
confidence
;
nay
,
it
is
even
held
sublime
for
our
neighbor
to
expect
the
utmost
there
,
however
little
he
may
have
got
from
us
.
Mr.
Casaubon
,
too
,
was
the
centre
of
his
own
world
;
if
he
was
liable
to
think
that
others
were
providentially
made
for
him
,
and
especially
to
consider
them
in
the
light
of
their
fitness
for
the
author
of
a
"
Key
to
all
Mythologies
,
"
this
trait
is
not
quite
alien
to
us
,
and
,
like
the
other
mendicant
hopes
of
mortals
,
claims
some
of
our
pity
.
Certainly
this
affair
of
his
marriage
with
Miss
Brooke
touched
him
more
nearly
than
it
did
any
one
of
the
persons
who
have
hitherto
shown
their
disapproval
of
it
,
and
in
the
present
stage
of
things
I
feel
more
tenderly
towards
his
experience
of
success
than
towards
the
disappointment
of
the
amiable
Sir
James
.
For
in
truth
,
as
the
day
fixed
for
his
marriage
came
nearer
,
Mr.
Casaubon
did
not
find
his
spirits
rising
;
nor
did
the
contemplation
of
that
matrimonial
garden
scene
,
where
,
as
all
experience
showed
,
the
path
was
to
be
bordered
with
flowers
,
prove
persistently
more
enchanting
to
him
than
the
accustomed
vaults
where
he
walked
taper
in
hand
.
He
did
not
confess
to
himself
,
still
less
could
he
have
breathed
to
another
,
his
surprise
that
though
he
had
won
a
lovely
and
noble-hearted
girl
he
had
not
won
delight
,
—
which
he
had
also
regarded
as
an
object
to
be
found
by
search
.
It
is
true
that
he
knew
all
the
classical
passages
implying
the
contrary
;
but
knowing
classical
passages
,
we
find
,
is
a
mode
of
motion
,
which
explains
why
they
leave
so
little
extra
force
for
their
personal
application
.
Poor
Mr.
Casaubon
had
imagined
that
his
long
studious
bachelorhood
had
stored
up
for
him
a
compound
interest
of
enjoyment
,
and
that
large
drafts
on
his
affections
would
not
fail
to
be
honoured
;
for
we
all
of
us
,
grave
or
light
,
get
our
thoughts
entangled
in
metaphors
,
and
act
fatally
on
the
strength
of
them
.
And
now
he
was
in
danger
of
being
saddened
by
the
very
conviction
that
his
circumstances
were
unusually
happy
:
there
was
nothing
external
by
which
he
could
account
for
a
certain
blankness
of
sensibility
which
came
over
him
just
when
his
expectant
gladness
should
have
been
most
lively
,
just
when
he
exchanged
the
accustomed
dulness
of
his
Lowick
library
for
his
visits
to
the
Grange
.
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
.
And
his
was
that
worst
loneliness
which
would
shrink
from
sympathy
.
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
,
he
liked
to
draw
forth
her
fresh
interest
in
listening
,
as
a
means
of
encouragement
to
himself
:
in
talking
to
her
he
presented
all
his
performance
and
intention
with
the
reflected
confidence
of
the
pedagogue
,
and
rid
himself
for
the
time
of
that
chilling
ideal
audience
which
crowded
his
labourious
uncreative
hours
with
the
vaporous
pressure
of
Tartarean
shades
.
For
to
Dorothea
,
after
that
toy-box
history
of
the
world
adapted
to
young
ladies
which
had
made
the
chief
part
of
her
education
,
Mr.
Casaubon
's
talk
about
his
great
book
was
full
of
new
vistas
;
and
this
sense
of
revelation
,
this
surprise
of
a
nearer
introduction
to
Stoics
and
Alexandrians
,
as
people
who
had
ideas
not
totally
unlike
her
own
,
kept
in
abeyance
for
the
time
her
usual
eagerness
for
a
binding
theory
which
could
bring
her
own
life
and
doctrine
into
strict
connection
with
that
amazing
past
,
and
give
the
remotest
sources
of
knowledge
some
bearing
on
her
actions
.
That
more
complete
teaching
would
come
—
Mr.
Casaubon
would
tell
her
all
that
:
she
was
looking
forward
to
higher
initiation
in
ideas
,
as
she
was
looking
forward
to
marriage
,
and
blending
her
dim
conceptions
of
both
.
It
would
be
a
great
mistake
to
suppose
that
Dorothea
would
have
cared
about
any
share
in
Mr.
Casaubon
's
learning
as
mere
accomplishment
;
for
though
opinion
in
the
neighborhood
of
Freshitt
and
Tipton
had
pronounced
her
clever
,
that
epithet
would
not
have
described
her
to
circles
in
whose
more
precise
vocabulary
cleverness
implies
mere
aptitude
for
knowing
and
doing
,
apart
from
character
.
All
her
eagerness
for
acquirement
lay
within
that
full
current
of
sympathetic
motive
in
which
her
ideas
and
impulses
were
habitually
swept
along
.
She
did
not
want
to
deck
herself
with
knowledge
—
to
wear
it
loose
from
the
nerves
and
blood
that
fed
her
action
;
and
if
she
had
written
a
book
she
must
have
done
it
as
Saint
Theresa
did
,
under
the
command
of
an
authority
that
constrained
her
conscience
.
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
,
since
prayer
heightened
yearning
but
not
instruction
,
what
lamp
was
there
but
knowledge
?
Surely
learned
men
kept
the
only
oil
;
and
who
more
learned
than
Mr.
Casaubon
?
Thus
in
these
brief
weeks
Dorothea
's
joyous
grateful
expectation
was
unbroken
,
and
however
her
lover
might
occasionally
be
conscious
of
flatness
,
he
could
never
refer
it
to
any
slackening
of
her
affectionate
interest
.
The
season
was
mild
enough
to
encourage
the
project
of
extending
the
wedding
journey
as
far
as
Rome
,
and
Mr.
Casaubon
was
anxious
for
this
because
he
wished
to
inspect
some
manuscripts
in
the
Vatican
.
"
I
still
regret
that
your
sister
is
not
to
accompany
us
,
"
he
said
one
morning
,
some
time
after
it
had
been
ascertained
that
Celia
objected
to
go
,
and
that
Dorothea
did
not
wish
for
her
companionship
.
"
You
will
have
many
lonely
hours
,
Dorothea
,
for
I
shall
be
constrained
to
make
the
utmost
use
of
my
time
during
our
stay
in
Rome
,
and
I
should
feel
more
at
liberty
if
you
had
a
companion
.
"
The
words
"
I
should
feel
more
at
liberty
"
grated
on
Dorothea
.
For
the
first
time
in
speaking
to
Mr.
Casaubon
she
coloured
from
annoyance
.
"
You
must
have
misunderstood
me
very
much
,
"
she
said
,
"
if
you
think
I
should
not
enter
into
the
value
of
your
time
—
if
you
think
that
I
should
not
willingly
give
up
whatever
interfered
with
your
using
it
to
the
best
purpose
.
"
"
That
is
very
amiable
in
you
,
my
dear
Dorothea
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
not
in
the
least
noticing
that
she
was
hurt
;
"
but
if
you
had
a
lady
as
your
companion
,
I
could
put
you
both
under
the
care
of
a
cicerone
,
and
we
could
thus
achieve
two
purposes
in
the
same
space
of
time
.
"
"
I
beg
you
will
not
refer
to
this
again
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
rather
haughtily
.
But
immediately
she
feared
that
she
was
wrong
,
and
turning
towards
him
she
laid
her
hand
on
his
,
adding
in
a
different
tone
,
"
Pray
do
not
be
anxious
about
me
.
I
shall
have
so
much
to
think
of
when
I
am
alone
.
And
Tantripp
will
be
a
sufficient
companion
,
just
to
take
care
of
me
.
I
could
not
bear
to
have
Celia
:
she
would
be
miserable
.
"
It
was
time
to
dress
.
There
was
to
be
a
dinner-party
that
day
,
the
last
of
the
parties
which
were
held
at
the
Grange
as
proper
preliminaries
to
the
wedding
,
and
Dorothea
was
glad
of
a
reason
for
moving
away
at
once
on
the
sound
of
the
bell
,
as
if
she
needed
more
than
her
usual
amount
of
preparation
.
She
was
ashamed
of
being
irritated
from
some
cause
she
could
not
define
even
to
herself
;
for
though
she
had
no
intention
to
be
untruthful
,
her
reply
had
not
touched
the
real
hurt
within
her
.
Mr.
Casaubon
's
words
had
been
quite
reasonable
,
yet
they
had
brought
a
vague
instantaneous
sense
of
aloofness
on
his
part
.
"
Surely
I
am
in
a
strangely
selfish
weak
state
of
mind
,
"
she
said
to
herself
.
"
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.
Casaubon
was
altogether
right
,
she
recovered
her
equanimity
,
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
,
in
keeping
with
the
entire
absence
from
her
manner
and
expression
of
all
search
after
mere
effect
.
Sometimes
when
Dorothea
was
in
company
,
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
.
She
was
naturally
the
subject
of
many
observations
this
evening
,
for
the
dinner-party
was
large
and
rather
more
miscellaneous
as
to
the
male
portion
than
any
which
had
been
held
at
the
Grange
since
Mr.
Brooke
's
nieces
had
resided
with
him
,
so
that
the
talking
was
done
in
duos
and
trios
more
or
less
inharmonious
.
There
was
the
newly
elected
mayor
of
Middlemarch
,
who
happened
to
be
a
manufacturer
;
the
philanthropic
banker
his
brother-in-law
,
who
predominated
so
much
in
the
town
that
some
called
him
a
Methodist
,
others
a
hypocrite
,
according
to
the
resources
of
their
vocabulary
;
and
there
were
various
professional
men
.
In
fact
,
Mrs.
Cadwallader
said
that
Brooke
was
beginning
to
treat
the
Middlemarchers
,
and
that
she
preferred
the
farmers
at
the
tithe-dinner
,
who
drank
her
health
unpretentiously
,
and
were
not
ashamed
of
their
grandfathers
'
furniture
.
For
in
that
part
of
the
country
,
before
reform
had
done
its
notable
part
in
developing
the
political
consciousness
,
there
was
a
clearer
distinction
of
ranks
and
a
dimmer
distinction
of
parties
;
so
that
Mr.
Brooke
's
miscellaneous
invitations
seemed
to
belong
to
that
general
laxity
which
came
from
his
inordinate
travel
and
habit
of
taking
too
much
in
the
form
of
ideas
.
Already
,
as
Miss
Brooke
passed
out
of
the
dining-room
,
opportunity
was
found
for
some
interjectional
"
asides
.
"
"
A
fine
woman
,
Miss
Brooke
!
an
uncommonly
fine
woman
,
by
God
!
"
said
Mr.
Standish
,
the
old
lawyer
,
who
had
been
so
long
concerned
with
the
landed
gentry
that
he
had
become
landed
himself
,
and
used
that
oath
in
a
deep-mouthed
manner
as
a
sort
of
armorial
bearings
,
stamping
the
speech
of
a
man
who
held
a
good
position
.
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
the
banker
,
seemed
to
be
addressed
,
but
that
gentleman
disliked
coarseness
and
profanity
,
and
merely
bowed
.
The
remark
was
taken
up
by
Mr.
Chichely
,
a
middle-aged
bachelor
and
coursing
celebrity
,
who
had
a
complexion
something
like
an
Easter
egg
,
a
few
hairs
carefully
arranged
,
and
a
carriage
implying
the
consciousness
of
a
distinguished
appearance
.
"
Yes
,
but
not
my
style
of
woman
:
I
like
a
woman
who
lays
herself
out
a
little
more
to
please
us
.
There
should
be
a
little
filigree
about
a
woman
—
something
of
the
coquette
.
A
man
likes
a
sort
of
challenge
.
The
more
of
a
dead
set
she
makes
at
you
the
better
.
"
"
There
's
some
truth
in
that
,
"
said
Mr.
Standish
,
disposed
to
be
genial
.
"
And
,
by
God
,
it
's
usually
the
way
with
them
.
I
suppose
it
answers
some
wise
ends
:
Providence
made
them
so
,
eh
,
Bulstrode
?
"
"
I
should
be
disposed
to
refer
coquetry
to
another
source
,
"
said
Mr.
Bulstrode
.
"
I
should
rather
refer
it
to
the
devil
.
"
"
Ay
,
to
be
sure
,
there
should
be
a
little
devil
in
a
woman
,
"
said
Mr.
Chichely
,
whose
study
of
the
fair
sex
seemed
to
have
been
detrimental
to
his
theology
.
"
And
I
like
them
blond
,
with
a
certain
gait
,
and
a
swan
neck
.
Between
ourselves
,
the
mayor
's
daughter
is
more
to
my
taste
than
Miss
Brooke
or
Miss
Celia
either
.
If
I
were
a
marrying
man
I
should
choose
Miss
Vincy
before
either
of
them
.
"
"
Well
,
make
up
,
make
up
,
"
said
Mr.
Standish
,
jocosely
;
"
you
see
the
middle-aged
fellows
carry
the
day
.
"
Mr.
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
Miss
Vincy
who
had
the
honour
of
being
Mr.
Chichely
's
ideal
was
of
course
not
present
;
for
Mr.
Brooke
,
always
objecting
to
go
too
far
,
would
not
have
chosen
that
his
nieces
should
meet
the
daughter
of
a
Middlemarch
manufacturer
,
unless
it
were
on
a
public
occasion
.
The
feminine
part
of
the
company
included
none
whom
Lady
Chettam
or
Mrs.
Cadwallader
could
object
to
;
for
Mrs.
Renfrew
,
the
colonel
's
widow
,
was
not
only
unexceptionable
in
point
of
breeding
,
but
also
interesting
on
the
ground
of
her
complaint
,
which
puzzled
the
doctors
,
and
seemed
clearly
a
case
wherein
the
fulness
of
professional
knowledge
might
need
the
supplement
of
quackery
.
Lady
Chettam
,
who
attributed
her
own
remarkable
health
to
home-made
bitters
united
with
constant
medical
attendance
,
entered
with
much
exercise
of
the
imagination
into
Mrs.
Renfrew
's
account
of
symptoms
,
and
into
the
amazing
futility
in
her
case
of
all
strengthening
medicines
.
"
Where
can
all
the
strength
of
those
medicines
go
,
my
dear
?
"
said
the
mild
but
stately
dowager
,
turning
to
Mrs.
Cadwallader
reflectively
,
when
Mrs.
Renfrew
's
attention
was
called
away
.
"
It
strengthens
the
disease
,
"
said
the
Rector
's
wife
,
much
too
well-born
not
to
be
an
amateur
in
medicine
.
"
Everything
depends
on
the
constitution
:
some
people
make
fat
,
some
blood
,
and
some
bile
—
that
's
my
view
of
the
matter
;
and
whatever
they
take
is
a
sort
of
grist
to
the
mill
.
"
"
Then
she
ought
to
take
medicines
that
would
reduce
—
reduce
the
disease
,
you
know
,
if
you
are
right
,
my
dear
.
And
I
think
what
you
say
is
reasonable
.
"
"
Certainly
it
is
reasonable
.
You
have
two
sorts
of
potatoes
,
fed
on
the
same
soil
.
One
of
them
grows
more
and
more
watery
—
"
"
Ah
!
like
this
poor
Mrs.
Renfrew
—
that
is
what
I
think
.
Dropsy
!
There
is
no
swelling
yet
—
it
is
inward
.
I
should
say
she
ought
to
take
drying
medicines
,
should
n't
you
?
—
or
a
dry
hot-air
bath
.
Many
things
might
be
tried
,
of
a
drying
nature
.
"
"
Let
her
try
a
certain
person
's
pamphlets
,
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
in
an
undertone
,
seeing
the
gentlemen
enter
.
"
He
does
not
want
drying
.
"
"
Who
,
my
dear
?
"
said
Lady
Chettam
,
a
charming
woman
,
not
so
quick
as
to
nullify
the
pleasure
of
explanation
.
"
The
bridegroom
—
Casaubon
.
He
has
certainly
been
drying
up
faster
since
the
engagement
:
the
flame
of
passion
,
I
suppose
.
"
"
I
should
think
he
is
far
from
having
a
good
constitution
,
"
said
Lady
Chettam
,
with
a
still
deeper
undertone
.
"
And
then
his
studies
—
so
very
dry
,
as
you
say
.
"
"
Really
,
by
the
side
of
Sir
James
,
he
looks
like
a
death
's
head
skinned
over
for
the
occasion
.
Mark
my
words
:
in
a
year
from
this
time
that
girl
will
hate
him
.
She
looks
up
to
him
as
an
oracle
now
,
and
by-and-by
she
will
be
at
the
other
extreme
.
All
flightiness
!
"
"
How
very
shocking
!
I
fear
she
is
headstrong
.
But
tell
me
—
you
know
all
about
him
—
is
there
anything
very
bad
?
What
is
the
truth
?
"
"
The
truth
?
he
is
as
bad
as
the
wrong
physic
—
nasty
to
take
,
and
sure
to
disagree
.
"
"
There
could
not
be
anything
worse
than
that
,
"
said
Lady
Chettam
,
with
so
vivid
a
conception
of
the
physic
that
she
seemed
to
have
learned
something
exact
about
Mr.
Casaubon
's
disadvantages
.
"
However
,
James
will
hear
nothing
against
Miss
Brooke
.
He
says
she
is
the
mirror
of
women
still
.
"
"
That
is
a
generous
make-believe
of
his
.
Depend
upon
it
,
he
likes
little
Celia
better
,
and
she
appreciates
him
.
I
hope
you
like
my
little
Celia
?
"
"
Certainly
;
she
is
fonder
of
geraniums
,
and
seems
more
docile
,
though
not
so
fine
a
figure
.
But
we
were
talking
of
physic
.
Tell
me
about
this
new
young
surgeon
,
Mr.
Lydgate
.
I
am
told
he
is
wonderfully
clever
:
he
certainly
looks
it
—
a
fine
brow
indeed
.
"
"
He
is
a
gentleman
.
I
heard
him
talking
to
Humphrey
.
He
talks
well
.
"
"
Yes
.
Mr.
Brooke
says
he
is
one
of
the
Lydgates
of
Northumberland
,
really
well
connected
.
One
does
not
expect
it
in
a
practitioner
of
that
kind
.
For
my
own
part
,
I
like
a
medical
man
more
on
a
footing
with
the
servants
;
they
are
often
all
the
cleverer
.
I
assure
you
I
found
poor
Hicks
's
judgment
unfailing
;
I
never
knew
him
wrong
.
He
was
coarse
and
butcher-like
,
but
he
knew
my
constitution
.
It
was
a
loss
to
me
his
going
off
so
suddenly
.
Dear
me
,
what
a
very
animated
conversation
Miss
Brooke
seems
to
be
having
with
this
Mr.
Lydgate
!
"
"
She
is
talking
cottages
and
hospitals
with
him
,
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
whose
ears
and
power
of
interpretation
were
quick
.
"
I
believe
he
is
a
sort
of
philanthropist
,
so
Brooke
is
sure
to
take
him
up
.
"
"
James
,
"
said
Lady
Chettam
when
her
son
came
near
,
"
bring
Mr.
Lydgate
and
introduce
him
to
me
.
I
want
to
test
him
.
"
The
affable
dowager
declared
herself
delighted
with
this
opportunity
of
making
Mr.
Lydgate
's
acquaintance
,
having
heard
of
his
success
in
treating
fever
on
a
new
plan
.
Mr.
Lydgate
had
the
medical
accomplishment
of
looking
perfectly
grave
whatever
nonsense
was
talked
to
him
,
and
his
dark
steady
eyes
gave
him
impressiveness
as
a
listener
.
He
was
as
little
as
possible
like
the
lamented
Hicks
,
especially
in
a
certain
careless
refinement
about
his
toilet
and
utterance
.
Yet
Lady
Chettam
gathered
much
confidence
in
him
.
He
confirmed
her
view
of
her
own
constitution
as
being
peculiar
,
by
admitting
that
all
constitutions
might
be
called
peculiar
,
and
he
did
not
deny
that
hers
might
be
more
peculiar
than
others
.
He
did
not
approve
of
a
too
lowering
system
,
including
reckless
cupping
,
nor
,
on
the
other
hand
,
of
incessant
port
wine
and
bark
.
He
said
"
I
think
so
"
with
an
air
of
so
much
deference
accompanying
the
insight
of
agreement
,
that
she
formed
the
most
cordial
opinion
of
his
talents
.
"
I
am
quite
pleased
with
your
protege
,
"
she
said
to
Mr.
Brooke
before
going
away
.
"
My
protege
?
—
dear
me
!
—
who
is
that
?
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
This
young
Lydgate
,
the
new
doctor
.
He
seems
to
me
to
understand
his
profession
admirably
.
"
"
Oh
,
Lydgate
!
he
is
not
my
protege
,
you
know
;
only
I
knew
an
uncle
of
his
who
sent
me
a
letter
about
him
.
However
,
I
think
he
is
likely
to
be
first-rate
—
has
studied
in
Paris
,
knew
Broussais
;
has
ideas
,
you
know
—
wants
to
raise
the
profession
.
"
"
Lydgate
has
lots
of
ideas
,
quite
new
,
about
ventilation
and
diet
,
that
sort
of
thing
,
"
resumed
Mr.
Brooke
,
after
he
had
handed
out
Lady
Chettam
,
and
had
returned
to
be
civil
to
a
group
of
Middlemarchers
.
"
Hang
it
,
do
you
think
that
is
quite
sound
?
—
upsetting
the
old
treatment
,
which
has
made
Englishmen
what
they
are
?
"
said
Mr.
Standish
.
"
Medical
knowledge
is
at
a
low
ebb
among
us
,
"
said
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
who
spoke
in
a
subdued
tone
,
and
had
rather
a
sickly
air
.
"
I
,
for
my
part
,
hail
the
advent
of
Mr.
Lydgate
.
I
hope
to
find
good
reason
for
confiding
the
new
hospital
to
his
management
.
"
"
That
is
all
very
fine
,
"
replied
Mr.
Standish
,
who
was
not
fond
of
Mr.
Bulstrode
;
"
if
you
like
him
to
try
experiments
on
your
hospital
patients
,
and
kill
a
few
people
for
charity
I
have
no
objection
.
But
I
am
not
going
to
hand
money
out
of
my
purse
to
have
experiments
tried
on
me
.
I
like
treatment
that
has
been
tested
a
little
.
"
"
Well
,
you
know
,
Standish
,
every
dose
you
take
is
an
experiment-an
experiment
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
nodding
towards
the
lawyer
.
"
Oh
,
if
you
talk
in
that
sense
!
"
said
Mr.
Standish
,
with
as
much
disgust
at
such
non-legal
quibbling
as
a
man
can
well
betray
towards
a
valuable
client
.
"
I
should
be
glad
of
any
treatment
that
would
cure
me
without
reducing
me
to
a
skeleton
,
like
poor
Grainger
,
"
said
Mr.
Vincy
,
the
mayor
,
a
florid
man
,
who
would
have
served
for
a
study
of
flesh
in
striking
contrast
with
the
Franciscan
tints
of
Mr.
Bulstrode
.
"
It
's
an
uncommonly
dangerous
thing
to
be
left
without
any
padding
against
the
shafts
of
disease
,
as
somebody
said
,
—
and
I
think
it
a
very
good
expression
myself
.
"
Mr.
Lydgate
,
of
course
,
was
out
of
hearing
.
He
had
quitted
the
party
early
,
and
would
have
thought
it
altogether
tedious
but
for
the
novelty
of
certain
introductions
,
especially
the
introduction
to
Miss
Brooke
,
whose
youthful
bloom
,
with
her
approaching
marriage
to
that
faded
scholar
,
and
her
interest
in
matters
socially
useful
,
gave
her
the
piquancy
of
an
unusual
combination
.
"
She
is
a
good
creature
—
that
fine
girl
—
but
a
little
too
earnest
,
"
he
thought
.
"
It
is
troublesome
to
talk
to
such
women
.
They
are
always
wanting
reasons
,
yet
they
are
too
ignorant
to
understand
the
merits
of
any
question
,
and
usually
fall
back
on
their
moral
sense
to
settle
things
after
their
own
taste
.
"
Evidently
Miss
Brooke
was
not
Mr.
Lydgate
's
style
of
woman
any
more
than
Mr.
Chichely
's
.
Considered
,
indeed
,
in
relation
to
the
latter
,
whose
mind
was
matured
,
she
was
altogether
a
mistake
,
and
calculated
to
shock
his
trust
in
final
causes
,
including
the
adaptation
of
fine
young
women
to
purplefaced
bachelors
.
But
Lydgate
was
less
ripe
,
and
might
possibly
have
experience
before
him
which
would
modify
his
opinion
as
to
the
most
excellent
things
in
woman
.
Miss
Brooke
,
however
,
was
not
again
seen
by
either
of
these
gentlemen
under
her
maiden
name
.
Not
long
after
that
dinner-party
she
had
become
Mrs.
Casaubon
,
and
was
on
her
way
to
Rome
.
CHAPTER
XI
.
"
But
deeds
and
language
such
as
men
do
use
,
And
persons
such
as
comedy
would
choose
,
When
she
would
show
an
image
of
the
times
,
And
sport
with
human
follies
,
not
with
crimes
.
"
—
BEN
JONSON
.
Lydgate
,
in
fact
,
was
already
conscious
of
being
fascinated
by
a
woman
strikingly
different
from
Miss
Brooke
:
he
did
not
in
the
least
suppose
that
he
had
lost
his
balance
and
fallen
in
love
,
