Middlemarch
A
study
of
provincial
life
by
George
Eliot
New
York
and
Boston
H
.
M
.
Caldwell
Company
Publishers
PRELUDE
Who
that
cares
much
to
know
the
history
of
man
,
and
how
the
mysterious
mixture
behaves
under
the
varying
experiments
of
Time
,
has
not
dwelt
,
at
least
briefly
,
on
the
life
of
Saint
Theresa
,
has
not
smiled
with
some
gentleness
at
the
thought
of
the
little
girl
walking
forth
one
morning
hand-in-hand
with
her
still
smaller
brother
,
to
go
and
seek
martyrdom
in
the
country
of
the
Moors
?
Out
they
toddled
from
rugged
Avila
,
wide-eyed
and
helpless-looking
as
two
fawns
,
but
with
human
hearts
,
already
beating
to
a
national
idea
;
until
domestic
reality
met
them
in
the
shape
of
uncles
,
and
turned
them
back
from
their
great
resolve
.
That
child-pilgrimage
was
a
fit
beginning
.
Theresa
's
passionate
,
ideal
nature
demanded
an
epic
life
:
what
were
many-volumed
romances
of
chivalry
and
the
social
conquests
of
a
brilliant
girl
to
her
?
Her
flame
quickly
burned
up
that
light
fuel
;
and
,
fed
from
within
,
soared
after
some
illimitable
satisfaction
,
some
object
which
would
never
justify
weariness
,
which
would
reconcile
self-despair
with
the
rapturous
consciousness
of
life
beyond
self
.
She
found
her
epos
in
the
reform
of
a
religious
order
.
That
Spanish
woman
who
lived
three
hundred
years
ago
,
was
certainly
not
the
last
of
her
kind
.
Many
Theresas
have
been
born
who
found
for
themselves
no
epic
life
wherein
there
was
a
constant
unfolding
of
far-resonant
action
;
perhaps
only
a
life
of
mistakes
,
the
offspring
of
a
certain
spiritual
grandeur
ill-matched
with
the
meanness
of
opportunity
;
perhaps
a
tragic
failure
which
found
no
sacred
poet
and
sank
unwept
into
oblivion
.
With
dim
lights
and
tangled
circumstance
they
tried
to
shape
their
thought
and
deed
in
noble
agreement
;
but
after
all
,
to
common
eyes
their
struggles
seemed
mere
inconsistency
and
formlessness
;
for
these
later-born
Theresas
were
helped
by
no
coherent
social
faith
and
order
which
could
perform
the
function
of
knowledge
for
the
ardently
willing
soul
.
Their
ardor
alternated
between
a
vague
ideal
and
the
common
yearning
of
womanhood
;
so
that
the
one
was
disapproved
as
extravagance
,
and
the
other
condemned
as
a
lapse
.
Some
have
felt
that
these
blundering
lives
are
due
to
the
inconvenient
indefiniteness
with
which
the
Supreme
Power
has
fashioned
the
natures
of
women
:
if
there
were
one
level
of
feminine
incompetence
as
strict
as
the
ability
to
count
three
and
no
more
,
the
social
lot
of
women
might
be
treated
with
scientific
certitude
.
Meanwhile
the
indefiniteness
remains
,
and
the
limits
of
variation
are
really
much
wider
than
any
one
would
imagine
from
the
sameness
of
women
's
coiffure
and
the
favourite
love-stories
in
prose
and
verse
.
Here
and
there
a
cygnet
is
reared
uneasily
among
the
ducklings
in
the
brown
pond
,
and
never
finds
the
living
stream
in
fellowship
with
its
own
oary-footed
kind
.
Here
and
there
is
born
a
Saint
Theresa
,
foundress
of
nothing
,
whose
loving
heart-beats
and
sobs
after
an
unattained
goodness
tremble
off
and
are
dispersed
among
hindrances
,
instead
of
centering
in
some
long-recognizable
deed
.
BOOK
I
.
MISS
BROOKE
.
CHAPTER
I
.
Since
I
can
do
no
good
because
a
woman
,
Reach
constantly
at
something
that
is
near
it
.
—
The
Maid
's
Tragedy
:
BEAUMONT
AND
FLETCHER
.
Miss
Brooke
had
that
kind
of
beauty
which
seems
to
be
thrown
into
relief
by
poor
dress
.
Her
hand
and
wrist
were
so
finely
formed
that
she
could
wear
sleeves
not
less
bare
of
style
than
those
in
which
the
Blessed
Virgin
appeared
to
Italian
painters
;
and
her
profile
as
well
as
her
stature
and
bearing
seemed
to
gain
the
more
dignity
from
her
plain
garments
,
which
by
the
side
of
provincial
fashion
gave
her
the
impressiveness
of
a
fine
quotation
from
the
Bible
,
—
or
from
one
of
our
elder
poets
,
—
in
a
paragraph
of
to-day
's
newspaper
.
She
was
usually
spoken
of
as
being
remarkably
clever
,
but
with
the
addition
that
her
sister
Celia
had
more
common-sense
.
Nevertheless
,
Celia
wore
scarcely
more
trimmings
;
and
it
was
only
to
close
observers
that
her
dress
differed
from
her
sister
's
,
and
had
a
shade
of
coquetry
in
its
arrangements
;
for
Miss
Brooke
's
plain
dressing
was
due
to
mixed
conditions
,
in
most
of
which
her
sister
shared
.
The
pride
of
being
ladies
had
something
to
do
with
it
:
the
Brooke
connections
,
though
not
exactly
aristocratic
,
were
unquestionably
"
good
:
"
if
you
inquired
backward
for
a
generation
or
two
,
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
afterwards
conformed
,
and
managed
to
come
out
of
all
political
troubles
as
the
proprietor
of
a
respectable
family
estate
.
Young
women
of
such
birth
,
living
in
a
quiet
country-house
,
and
attending
a
village
church
hardly
larger
than
a
parlor
,
naturally
regarded
frippery
as
the
ambition
of
a
huckster
's
daughter
.
Then
there
was
well-bred
economy
,
which
in
those
days
made
show
in
dress
the
first
item
to
be
deducted
from
,
when
any
margin
was
required
for
expenses
more
distinctive
of
rank
.
Such
reasons
would
have
been
enough
to
account
for
plain
dress
,
quite
apart
from
religious
feeling
;
but
in
Miss
Brooke
's
case
,
religion
alone
would
have
determined
it
;
and
Celia
mildly
acquiesced
in
all
her
sister
's
sentiments
,
only
infusing
them
with
that
common-sense
which
is
able
to
accept
momentous
doctrines
without
any
eccentric
agitation
.
Dorothea
knew
many
passages
of
Pascal
's
Pensees
and
of
Jeremy
Taylor
by
heart
;
and
to
her
the
destinies
of
mankind
,
seen
by
the
light
of
Christianity
,
made
the
solicitudes
of
feminine
fashion
appear
an
occupation
for
Bedlam
.
She
could
not
reconcile
the
anxieties
of
a
spiritual
life
involving
eternal
consequences
,
with
a
keen
interest
in
gimp
and
artificial
protrusions
of
drapery
.
Her
mind
was
theoretic
,
and
yearned
by
its
nature
after
some
lofty
conception
of
the
world
which
might
frankly
include
the
parish
of
Tipton
and
her
own
rule
of
conduct
there
;
she
was
enamoured
of
intensity
and
greatness
,
and
rash
in
embracing
whatever
seemed
to
her
to
have
those
aspects
;
likely
to
seek
martyrdom
,
to
make
retractations
,
and
then
to
incur
martyrdom
after
all
in
a
quarter
where
she
had
not
sought
it
.
Certainly
such
elements
in
the
character
of
a
marriageable
girl
tended
to
interfere
with
her
lot
,
and
hinder
it
from
being
decided
according
to
custom
,
by
good
looks
,
vanity
,
and
merely
canine
affection
.
With
all
this
,
she
,
the
elder
of
the
sisters
,
was
not
yet
twenty
,
and
they
had
both
been
educated
,
since
they
were
about
twelve
years
old
and
had
lost
their
parents
,
on
plans
at
once
narrow
and
promiscuous
,
first
in
an
English
family
and
afterwards
in
a
Swiss
family
at
Lausanne
,
their
bachelor
uncle
and
guardian
trying
in
this
way
to
remedy
the
disadvantages
of
their
orphaned
condition
.
It
was
hardly
a
year
since
they
had
come
to
live
at
Tipton
Grange
with
their
uncle
,
a
man
nearly
sixty
,
of
acquiescent
temper
,
miscellaneous
opinions
,
and
uncertain
vote
.
He
had
travelled
in
his
younger
years
,
and
was
held
in
this
part
of
the
county
to
have
contracted
a
too
rambling
habit
of
mind
.
Mr.
Brooke
's
conclusions
were
as
difficult
to
predict
as
the
weather
:
it
was
only
safe
to
say
that
he
would
act
with
benevolent
intentions
,
and
that
he
would
spend
as
little
money
as
possible
in
carrying
them
out
.
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
,
concerning
which
he
was
watchful
,
suspicious
,
and
greedy
of
clutch
.
In
Mr.
Brooke
the
hereditary
strain
of
Puritan
energy
was
clearly
in
abeyance
;
but
in
his
niece
Dorothea
it
glowed
alike
through
faults
and
virtues
,
turning
sometimes
into
impatience
of
her
uncle
's
talk
or
his
way
of
"
letting
things
be
"
on
his
estate
,
and
making
her
long
all
the
more
for
the
time
when
she
would
be
of
age
and
have
some
command
of
money
for
generous
schemes
.
She
was
regarded
as
an
heiress
;
for
not
only
had
the
sisters
seven
hundred
a-year
each
from
their
parents
,
but
if
Dorothea
married
and
had
a
son
,
that
son
would
inherit
Mr.
Brooke
's
estate
,
presumably
worth
about
three
thousand
a-year
—
a
rental
which
seemed
wealth
to
provincial
families
,
still
discussing
Mr.
Peel
's
late
conduct
on
the
Catholic
question
,
innocent
of
future
gold-fields
,
and
of
that
gorgeous
plutocracy
which
has
so
nobly
exalted
the
necessities
of
genteel
life
.
And
how
should
Dorothea
not
marry
?
—
a
girl
so
handsome
and
with
such
prospects
?
Nothing
could
hinder
it
but
her
love
of
extremes
,
and
her
insistence
on
regulating
life
according
to
notions
which
might
cause
a
wary
man
to
hesitate
before
he
made
her
an
offer
,
or
even
might
lead
her
at
last
to
refuse
all
offers
.
A
young
lady
of
some
birth
and
fortune
,
who
knelt
suddenly
down
on
a
brick
floor
by
the
side
of
a
sick
labourer
and
prayed
fervidly
as
if
she
thought
herself
living
in
the
time
of
the
Apostles
—
who
had
strange
whims
of
fasting
like
a
Papist
,
and
of
sitting
up
at
night
to
read
old
theological
books
!
Such
a
wife
might
awaken
you
some
fine
morning
with
a
new
scheme
for
the
application
of
her
income
which
would
interfere
with
political
economy
and
the
keeping
of
saddle-horses
:
a
man
would
naturally
think
twice
before
he
risked
himself
in
such
fellowship
.
Women
were
expected
to
have
weak
opinions
;
but
the
great
safeguard
of
society
and
of
domestic
life
was
,
that
opinions
were
not
acted
on
.
Sane
people
did
what
their
neighbors
did
,
so
that
if
any
lunatics
were
at
large
,
one
might
know
and
avoid
them
.
The
rural
opinion
about
the
new
young
ladies
,
even
among
the
cottagers
,
was
generally
in
favour
of
Celia
,
as
being
so
amiable
and
innocent-looking
,
while
Miss
Brooke
's
large
eyes
seemed
,
like
her
religion
,
too
unusual
and
striking
.
Poor
Dorothea
!
compared
with
her
,
the
innocent-looking
Celia
was
knowing
and
worldly-wise
;
so
much
subtler
is
a
human
mind
than
the
outside
tissues
which
make
a
sort
of
blazonry
or
clock-face
for
it
.
Yet
those
who
approached
Dorothea
,
though
prejudiced
against
her
by
this
alarming
hearsay
,
found
that
she
had
a
charm
unaccountably
reconcilable
with
it
.
Most
men
thought
her
bewitching
when
she
was
on
horseback
.
She
loved
the
fresh
air
and
the
various
aspects
of
the
country
,
and
when
her
eyes
and
cheeks
glowed
with
mingled
pleasure
she
looked
very
little
like
a
devotee
.
Riding
was
an
indulgence
which
she
allowed
herself
in
spite
of
conscientious
qualms
;
she
felt
that
she
enjoyed
it
in
a
pagan
sensuous
way
,
and
always
looked
forward
to
renouncing
it
.
She
was
open
,
ardent
,
and
not
in
the
least
self-admiring
;
indeed
,
it
was
pretty
to
see
how
her
imagination
adorned
her
sister
Celia
with
attractions
altogether
superior
to
her
own
,
and
if
any
gentleman
appeared
to
come
to
the
Grange
from
some
other
motive
than
that
of
seeing
Mr.
Brooke
,
she
concluded
that
he
must
be
in
love
with
Celia
:
Sir
James
Chettam
,
for
example
,
whom
she
constantly
considered
from
Celia
's
point
of
view
,
inwardly
debating
whether
it
would
be
good
for
Celia
to
accept
him
.
That
he
should
be
regarded
as
a
suitor
to
herself
would
have
seemed
to
her
a
ridiculous
irrelevance
.
Dorothea
,
with
all
her
eagerness
to
know
the
truths
of
life
,
retained
very
childlike
ideas
about
marriage
.
She
felt
sure
that
she
would
have
accepted
the
judicious
Hooker
,
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
,
who
said
"
Exactly
"
to
her
remarks
even
when
she
expressed
uncertainty
,
—
how
could
he
affect
her
as
a
lover
?
The
really
delightful
marriage
must
be
that
where
your
husband
was
a
sort
of
father
,
and
could
teach
you
even
Hebrew
,
if
you
wished
it
.
These
peculiarities
of
Dorothea
's
character
caused
Mr.
Brooke
to
be
all
the
more
blamed
in
neighboring
families
for
not
securing
some
middle-aged
lady
as
guide
and
companion
to
his
nieces
.
But
he
himself
dreaded
so
much
the
sort
of
superior
woman
likely
to
be
available
for
such
a
position
,
that
he
allowed
himself
to
be
dissuaded
by
Dorothea
's
objections
,
and
was
in
this
case
brave
enough
to
defy
the
world
—
that
is
to
say
,
Mrs.
Cadwallader
the
Rector
's
wife
,
and
the
small
group
of
gentry
with
whom
he
visited
in
the
northeast
corner
of
Loamshire
.
So
Miss
Brooke
presided
in
her
uncle
's
household
,
and
did
not
at
all
dislike
her
new
authority
,
with
the
homage
that
belonged
to
it
.
Sir
James
Chettam
was
going
to
dine
at
the
Grange
to-day
with
another
gentleman
whom
the
girls
had
never
seen
,
and
about
whom
Dorothea
felt
some
venerating
expectation
.
This
was
the
Reverend
Edward
Casaubon
,
noted
in
the
county
as
a
man
of
profound
learning
,
understood
for
many
years
to
be
engaged
on
a
great
work
concerning
religious
history
;
also
as
a
man
of
wealth
enough
to
give
lustre
to
his
piety
,
and
having
views
of
his
own
which
were
to
be
more
clearly
ascertained
on
the
publication
of
his
book
.
His
very
name
carried
an
impressiveness
hardly
to
be
measured
without
a
precise
chronology
of
scholarship
.
Early
in
the
day
Dorothea
had
returned
from
the
infant
school
which
she
had
set
going
in
the
village
,
and
was
taking
her
usual
place
in
the
pretty
sitting-room
which
divided
the
bedrooms
of
the
sisters
,
bent
on
finishing
a
plan
for
some
buildings
(
a
kind
of
work
which
she
delighted
in
)
,
when
Celia
,
who
had
been
watching
her
with
a
hesitating
desire
to
propose
something
,
said
—
"
Dorothea
,
dear
,
if
you
do
n't
mind
—
if
you
are
not
very
busy
—
suppose
we
looked
at
mamma
's
jewels
to-day
,
and
divided
them
?
It
is
exactly
six
months
to-day
since
uncle
gave
them
to
you
,
and
you
have
not
looked
at
them
yet
.
"
Celia
's
face
had
the
shadow
of
a
pouting
expression
in
it
,
the
full
presence
of
the
pout
being
kept
back
by
an
habitual
awe
of
Dorothea
and
principle
;
two
associated
facts
which
might
show
a
mysterious
electricity
if
you
touched
them
incautiously
.
To
her
relief
,
Dorothea
's
eyes
were
full
of
laughter
as
she
looked
up
.
"
What
a
wonderful
little
almanac
you
are
,
Celia
!
Is
it
six
calendar
or
six
lunar
months
?
"
"
It
is
the
last
day
of
September
now
,
and
it
was
the
first
of
April
when
uncle
gave
them
to
you
.
You
know
,
he
said
that
he
had
forgotten
them
till
then
.
I
believe
you
have
never
thought
of
them
since
you
locked
them
up
in
the
cabinet
here
.
"
"
Well
,
dear
,
we
should
never
wear
them
,
you
know
.
"
Dorothea
spoke
in
a
full
cordial
tone
,
half
caressing
,
half
explanatory
.
She
had
her
pencil
in
her
hand
,
and
was
making
tiny
side-plans
on
a
margin
.
Celia
coloured
,
and
looked
very
grave
.
"
I
think
,
dear
,
we
are
wanting
in
respect
to
mamma
's
memory
,
to
put
them
by
and
take
no
notice
of
them
.
And
,
"
she
added
,
after
hesitating
a
little
,
with
a
rising
sob
of
mortification
,
"
necklaces
are
quite
usual
now
;
and
Madame
Poincon
,
who
was
stricter
in
some
things
even
than
you
are
,
used
to
wear
ornaments
.
And
Christians
generally
—
surely
there
are
women
in
heaven
now
who
wore
jewels
.
"
Celia
was
conscious
of
some
mental
strength
when
she
really
applied
herself
to
argument
.
"
You
would
like
to
wear
them
?
"
exclaimed
Dorothea
,
an
air
of
astonished
discovery
animating
her
whole
person
with
a
dramatic
action
which
she
had
caught
from
that
very
Madame
Poincon
who
wore
the
ornaments
.
"
Of
course
,
then
,
let
us
have
them
out
.
Why
did
you
not
tell
me
before
?
But
the
keys
,
the
keys
!
"
She
pressed
her
hands
against
the
sides
of
her
head
and
seemed
to
despair
of
her
memory
.
"
They
are
here
,
"
said
Celia
,
with
whom
this
explanation
had
been
long
meditated
and
prearranged
.
"
Pray
open
the
large
drawer
of
the
cabinet
and
get
out
the
jewel-box
.
"
The
casket
was
soon
open
before
them
,
and
the
various
jewels
spread
out
,
making
a
bright
parterre
on
the
table
.
It
was
no
great
collection
,
but
a
few
of
the
ornaments
were
really
of
remarkable
beauty
,
the
finest
that
was
obvious
at
first
being
a
necklace
of
purple
amethysts
set
in
exquisite
gold
work
,
and
a
pearl
cross
with
five
brilliants
in
it
.
Dorothea
immediately
took
up
the
necklace
and
fastened
it
round
her
sister
's
neck
,
where
it
fitted
almost
as
closely
as
a
bracelet
;
but
the
circle
suited
the
Henrietta-Maria
style
of
Celia
's
head
and
neck
,
and
she
could
see
that
it
did
,
in
the
pier-glass
opposite
.
"
There
,
Celia
!
you
can
wear
that
with
your
Indian
muslin
.
But
this
cross
you
must
wear
with
your
dark
dresses
.
"
Celia
was
trying
not
to
smile
with
pleasure
.
"
O
Dodo
,
you
must
keep
the
cross
yourself
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
dear
,
no
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
putting
up
her
hand
with
careless
deprecation
.
"
Yes
,
indeed
you
must
;
it
would
suit
you
—
in
your
black
dress
,
now
,
"
said
Celia
,
insistingly
.
"
You
might
wear
that
.
"
"
Not
for
the
world
,
not
for
the
world
.
A
cross
is
the
last
thing
I
would
wear
as
a
trinket
.
"
Dorothea
shuddered
slightly
.
"
Then
you
will
think
it
wicked
in
me
to
wear
it
,
"
said
Celia
,
uneasily
.
"
No
,
dear
,
no
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
stroking
her
sister
's
cheek
.
"
Souls
have
complexions
too
:
what
will
suit
one
will
not
suit
another
.
"
"
But
you
might
like
to
keep
it
for
mamma
's
sake
.
"
"
No
,
I
have
other
things
of
mamma
's
—
her
sandal-wood
box
which
I
am
so
fond
of
—
plenty
of
things
.
In
fact
,
they
are
all
yours
,
dear
.
We
need
discuss
them
no
longer
.
There
—
take
away
your
property
.
"
Celia
felt
a
little
hurt
.
There
was
a
strong
assumption
of
superiority
in
this
Puritanic
toleration
,
hardly
less
trying
to
the
blond
flesh
of
an
unenthusiastic
sister
than
a
Puritanic
persecution
.
"
But
how
can
I
wear
ornaments
if
you
,
who
are
the
elder
sister
,
will
never
wear
them
?
"
"
Nay
,
Celia
,
that
is
too
much
to
ask
,
that
I
should
wear
trinkets
to
keep
you
in
countenance
.
If
I
were
to
put
on
such
a
necklace
as
that
,
I
should
feel
as
if
I
had
been
pirouetting
.
The
world
would
go
round
with
me
,
and
I
should
not
know
how
to
walk
.
"
Celia
had
unclasped
the
necklace
and
drawn
it
off
.
"
It
would
be
a
little
tight
for
your
neck
;
something
to
lie
down
and
hang
would
suit
you
better
,
"
she
said
,
with
some
satisfaction
.
The
complete
unfitness
of
the
necklace
from
all
points
of
view
for
Dorothea
,
made
Celia
happier
in
taking
it
.
She
was
opening
some
ring-boxes
,
which
disclosed
a
fine
emerald
with
diamonds
,
and
just
then
the
sun
passing
beyond
a
cloud
sent
a
bright
gleam
over
the
table
.
"
How
very
beautiful
these
gems
are
!
"
said
Dorothea
,
under
a
new
current
of
feeling
,
as
sudden
as
the
gleam
.
"
It
is
strange
how
deeply
colours
seem
to
penetrate
one
,
like
scent
.
I
suppose
that
is
the
reason
why
gems
are
used
as
spiritual
emblems
in
the
Revelation
of
St.
John
.
They
look
like
fragments
of
heaven
.
I
think
that
emerald
is
more
beautiful
than
any
of
them
.
"
"
And
there
is
a
bracelet
to
match
it
,
"
said
Celia
.
"
We
did
not
notice
this
at
first
.
"
"
They
are
lovely
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
slipping
the
ring
and
bracelet
on
her
finely
turned
finger
and
wrist
,
and
holding
them
towards
the
window
on
a
level
with
her
eyes
.
All
the
while
her
thought
was
trying
to
justify
her
delight
in
the
colours
by
merging
them
in
her
mystic
religious
joy
.
"
You
would
like
those
,
Dorothea
,
"
said
Celia
,
rather
falteringly
,
beginning
to
think
with
wonder
that
her
sister
showed
some
weakness
,
and
also
that
emeralds
would
suit
her
own
complexion
even
better
than
purple
amethysts
.
"
You
must
keep
that
ring
and
bracelet
—
if
nothing
else
.
But
see
,
these
agates
are
very
pretty
and
quiet
.
"
"
Yes
!
I
will
keep
these
—
this
ring
and
bracelet
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
Then
,
letting
her
hand
fall
on
the
table
,
she
said
in
another
tone
—
"
Yet
what
miserable
men
find
such
things
,
and
work
at
them
,
and
sell
them
!
"
She
paused
again
,
and
Celia
thought
that
her
sister
was
going
to
renounce
the
ornaments
,
as
in
consistency
she
ought
to
do
.
"
Yes
,
dear
,
I
will
keep
these
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
decidedly
.
"
But
take
all
the
rest
away
,
and
the
casket
.
"
She
took
up
her
pencil
without
removing
the
jewels
,
and
still
looking
at
them
.
She
thought
of
often
having
them
by
her
,
to
feed
her
eye
at
these
little
fountains
of
pure
colour
.
"
Shall
you
wear
them
in
company
?
"
said
Celia
,
who
was
watching
her
with
real
curiosity
as
to
what
she
would
do
.
Dorothea
glanced
quickly
at
her
sister
.
Across
all
her
imaginative
adornment
of
those
whom
she
loved
,
there
darted
now
and
then
a
keen
discernment
,
which
was
not
without
a
scorching
quality
.
If
Miss
Brooke
ever
attained
perfect
meekness
,
it
would
not
be
for
lack
of
inward
fire
.
"
Perhaps
,
"
she
said
,
rather
haughtily
.
"
I
cannot
tell
to
what
level
I
may
sink
.
"
Celia
blushed
,
and
was
unhappy
:
she
saw
that
she
had
offended
her
sister
,
and
dared
not
say
even
anything
pretty
about
the
gift
of
the
ornaments
which
she
put
back
into
the
box
and
carried
away
.
Dorothea
too
was
unhappy
,
as
she
went
on
with
her
plan-drawing
,
questioning
the
purity
of
her
own
feeling
and
speech
in
the
scene
which
had
ended
with
that
little
explosion
.
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
,
and
she
repeated
to
herself
that
Dorothea
was
inconsistent
:
either
she
should
have
taken
her
full
share
of
the
jewels
,
or
,
after
what
she
had
said
,
she
should
have
renounced
them
altogether
.
"
I
am
sure
—
at
least
,
I
trust
,
"
thought
Celia
,
"
that
the
wearing
of
a
necklace
will
not
interfere
with
my
prayers
.
And
I
do
not
see
that
I
should
be
bound
by
Dorothea
's
opinions
now
we
are
going
into
society
,
though
of
course
she
herself
ought
to
be
bound
by
them
.
But
Dorothea
is
not
always
consistent
.
"
Thus
Celia
,
mutely
bending
over
her
tapestry
,
until
she
heard
her
sister
calling
her
.
"
Here
,
Kitty
,
come
and
look
at
my
plan
;
I
shall
think
I
am
a
great
architect
,
if
I
have
not
got
incompatible
stairs
and
fireplaces
.
"
As
Celia
bent
over
the
paper
,
Dorothea
put
her
cheek
against
her
sister
's
arm
caressingly
.
Celia
understood
the
action
.
Dorothea
saw
that
she
had
been
in
the
wrong
,
and
Celia
pardoned
her
.
Since
they
could
remember
,
there
had
been
a
mixture
of
criticism
and
awe
in
the
attitude
of
Celia
's
mind
towards
her
elder
sister
.
The
younger
had
always
worn
a
yoke
;
but
is
there
any
yoked
creature
without
its
private
opinions
?
CHAPTER
II
.
"
'
Dime
;
no
ves
aquel
caballero
que
hacia
nosotros
viene
sobre
un
caballo
rucio
rodado
que
trae
puesto
en
la
cabeza
un
yelmo
de
oro
?
'
'
Lo
que
veo
y
columbro
,
'
respondio
Sancho
,
'
no
es
sino
un
hombre
sobre
un
as
no
pardo
como
el
mio
,
que
trae
sobre
la
cabeza
una
cosa
que
relumbra
.
'
'
Pues
ese
es
el
yelmo
de
Mambrino
,
'
dijo
Don
Quijote
.
"
—
CERVANTES
.
"
'
Seest
thou
not
yon
cavalier
who
cometh
toward
us
on
a
dapple-gray
steed
,
and
weareth
a
golden
helmet
?
'
'
What
I
see
,
'
answered
Sancho
,
'
is
nothing
but
a
man
on
a
gray
ass
like
my
own
,
who
carries
something
shiny
on
his
head
.
'
'
Just
so
,
'
answered
Don
Quixote
:
'
and
that
resplendent
object
is
the
helmet
of
Mambrino
.
'
"
"
Sir
Humphry
Davy
?
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
over
the
soup
,
in
his
easy
smiling
way
,
taking
up
Sir
James
Chettam
's
remark
that
he
was
studying
Davy
's
Agricultural
Chemistry
.
"
Well
,
now
,
Sir
Humphry
Davy
;
I
dined
with
him
years
ago
at
Cartwright
's
,
and
Wordsworth
was
there
too
—
the
poet
Wordsworth
,
you
know
.
Now
there
was
something
singular
.
I
was
at
Cambridge
when
Wordsworth
was
there
,
and
I
never
met
him
—
and
I
dined
with
him
twenty
years
afterwards
at
Cartwright
's
.
There
's
an
oddity
in
things
,
now
.
But
Davy
was
there
:
he
was
a
poet
too
.
Or
,
as
I
may
say
,
Wordsworth
was
poet
one
,
and
Davy
was
poet
two
.
That
was
true
in
every
sense
,
you
know
.
"
Dorothea
felt
a
little
more
uneasy
than
usual
.
In
the
beginning
of
dinner
,
the
party
being
small
and
the
room
still
,
these
motes
from
the
mass
of
a
magistrate
's
mind
fell
too
noticeably
.
She
wondered
how
a
man
like
Mr.
Casaubon
would
support
such
triviality
.
His
manners
,
she
thought
,
were
very
dignified
;
the
set
of
his
iron-gray
hair
and
his
deep
eye-sockets
made
him
resemble
the
portrait
of
Locke
.
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
.
"
I
am
reading
the
Agricultural
Chemistry
,
"
said
this
excellent
baronet
,
"
because
I
am
going
to
take
one
of
the
farms
into
my
own
hands
,
and
see
if
something
cannot
be
done
in
setting
a
good
pattern
of
farming
among
my
tenants
.
Do
you
approve
of
that
,
Miss
Brooke
?
"
"
A
great
mistake
,
Chettam
,
"
interposed
Mr.
Brooke
,
"
going
into
electrifying
your
land
and
that
kind
of
thing
,
and
making
a
parlor
of
your
cow-house
.
It
wo
n't
do
.
I
went
into
science
a
great
deal
myself
at
one
time
;
but
I
saw
it
would
not
do
.
It
leads
to
everything
;
you
can
let
nothing
alone
.
No
,
no
—
see
that
your
tenants
do
n't
sell
their
straw
,
and
that
kind
of
thing
;
and
give
them
draining-tiles
,
you
know
.
But
your
fancy
farming
will
not
do
—
the
most
expensive
sort
of
whistle
you
can
buy
:
you
may
as
well
keep
a
pack
of
hounds
.
"
"
Surely
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
"
it
is
better
to
spend
money
in
finding
out
how
men
can
make
the
most
of
the
land
which
supports
them
all
,
than
in
keeping
dogs
and
horses
only
to
gallop
over
it
.
It
is
not
a
sin
to
make
yourself
poor
in
performing
experiments
for
the
good
of
all
.
"
She
spoke
with
more
energy
than
is
expected
of
so
young
a
lady
,
but
Sir
James
had
appealed
to
her
.
He
was
accustomed
to
do
so
,
and
she
had
often
thought
that
she
could
urge
him
to
many
good
actions
when
he
was
her
brother-in-law
.
Mr.
Casaubon
turned
his
eyes
very
markedly
on
Dorothea
while
she
was
speaking
,
and
seemed
to
observe
her
newly
.
"
Young
ladies
do
n't
understand
political
economy
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
smiling
towards
Mr.
Casaubon
.
"
I
remember
when
we
were
all
reading
Adam
Smith
.
There
is
a
book
,
now
.
I
took
in
all
the
new
ideas
at
one
time
—
human
perfectibility
,
now
.
But
some
say
,
history
moves
in
circles
;
and
that
may
be
very
well
argued
;
I
have
argued
it
myself
.
The
fact
is
,
human
reason
may
carry
you
a
little
too
far
—
over
the
hedge
,
in
fact
.
It
carried
me
a
good
way
at
one
time
;
but
I
saw
it
would
not
do
.
I
pulled
up
;
I
pulled
up
in
time
.
But
not
too
hard
.
I
have
always
been
in
favour
of
a
little
theory
:
we
must
have
Thought
;
else
we
shall
be
landed
back
in
the
dark
ages
.
But
talking
of
books
,
there
is
Southey
's
'
Peninsular
War
.
'
I
am
reading
that
of
a
morning
.
You
know
Southey
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
not
keeping
pace
with
Mr.
Brooke
's
impetuous
reason
,
and
thinking
of
the
book
only
.
"
I
have
little
leisure
for
such
literature
just
now
.
I
have
been
using
up
my
eyesight
on
old
characters
lately
;
the
fact
is
,
I
want
a
reader
for
my
evenings
;
but
I
am
fastidious
in
voices
,
and
I
cannot
endure
listening
to
an
imperfect
reader
.
It
is
a
misfortune
,
in
some
senses
:
I
feed
too
much
on
the
inward
sources
;
I
live
too
much
with
the
dead
.
My
mind
is
something
like
the
ghost
of
an
ancient
,
wandering
about
the
world
and
trying
mentally
to
construct
it
as
it
used
to
be
,
in
spite
of
ruin
and
confusing
changes
.
But
I
find
it
necessary
to
use
the
utmost
caution
about
my
eyesight
.
"
This
was
the
first
time
that
Mr.
Casaubon
had
spoken
at
any
length
.
He
delivered
himself
with
precision
,
as
if
he
had
been
called
upon
to
make
a
public
statement
;
and
the
balanced
sing-song
neatness
of
his
speech
,
occasionally
corresponded
to
by
a
movement
of
his
head
,
was
the
more
conspicuous
from
its
contrast
with
good
Mr.
Brooke
's
scrappy
slovenliness
.
Dorothea
said
to
herself
that
Mr.
Casaubon
was
the
most
interesting
man
she
had
ever
seen
,
not
excepting
even
Monsieur
Liret
,
the
Vaudois
clergyman
who
had
given
conferences
on
the
history
of
the
Waldenses
.
To
reconstruct
a
past
world
,
doubtless
with
a
view
to
the
highest
purposes
of
truth
—
what
a
work
to
be
in
any
way
present
at
,
to
assist
in
,
though
only
as
a
lamp-holder
!
This
elevating
thought
lifted
her
above
her
annoyance
at
being
twitted
with
her
ignorance
of
political
economy
,
that
never-explained
science
which
was
thrust
as
an
extinguisher
over
all
her
lights
.
"
But
you
are
fond
of
riding
,
Miss
Brooke
,
"
Sir
James
presently
took
an
opportunity
of
saying
.
"
I
should
have
thought
you
would
enter
a
little
into
the
pleasures
of
hunting
.
I
wish
you
would
let
me
send
over
a
chestnut
horse
for
you
to
try
.
It
has
been
trained
for
a
lady
.
I
saw
you
on
Saturday
cantering
over
the
hill
on
a
nag
not
worthy
of
you
.
My
groom
shall
bring
Corydon
for
you
every
day
,
if
you
will
only
mention
the
time
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
you
are
very
good
.
I
mean
to
give
up
riding
.
I
shall
not
ride
any
more
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
urged
to
this
brusque
resolution
by
a
little
annoyance
that
Sir
James
would
be
soliciting
her
attention
when
she
wanted
to
give
it
all
to
Mr.
Casaubon
.
"
No
,
that
is
too
hard
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
in
a
tone
of
reproach
that
showed
strong
interest
.
"
Your
sister
is
given
to
self-mortification
,
is
she
not
?
"
he
continued
,
turning
to
Celia
,
who
sat
at
his
right
hand
.
"
I
think
she
is
,
"
said
Celia
,
feeling
afraid
lest
she
should
say
something
that
would
not
please
her
sister
,
and
blushing
as
prettily
as
possible
above
her
necklace
.
"
She
likes
giving
up
.
"
"
If
that
were
true
,
Celia
,
my
giving-up
would
be
self-indulgence
,
not
self-mortification
.
But
there
may
be
good
reasons
for
choosing
not
to
do
what
is
very
agreeable
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
Mr.
Brooke
was
speaking
at
the
same
time
,
but
it
was
evident
that
Mr.
Casaubon
was
observing
Dorothea
,
and
she
was
aware
of
it
.
"
Exactly
,
"
said
Sir
James
.
"
You
give
up
from
some
high
,
generous
motive
.
"
"
No
,
indeed
,
not
exactly
.
I
did
not
say
that
of
myself
,
"
answered
Dorothea
,
reddening
.
Unlike
Celia
,
she
rarely
blushed
,
and
only
from
high
delight
or
anger
.
At
this
moment
she
felt
angry
with
the
perverse
Sir
James
.
Why
did
he
not
pay
attention
to
Celia
,
and
leave
her
to
listen
to
Mr.
Casaubon
?
—
if
that
learned
man
would
only
talk
,
instead
of
allowing
himself
to
be
talked
to
by
Mr.
Brooke
,
who
was
just
then
informing
him
that
the
Reformation
either
meant
something
or
it
did
not
,
that
he
himself
was
a
Protestant
to
the
core
,
but
that
Catholicism
was
a
fact
;
and
as
to
refusing
an
acre
of
your
ground
for
a
Romanist
chapel
,
all
men
needed
the
bridle
of
religion
,
which
,
properly
speaking
,
was
the
dread
of
a
Hereafter
.
"
I
made
a
great
study
of
theology
at
one
time
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
as
if
to
explain
the
insight
just
manifested
.
"
I
know
something
of
all
schools
.
I
knew
Wilberforce
in
his
best
days
.
Do
you
know
Wilberforce
?
"
Mr.
Casaubon
said
,
"
No.
"
"
Well
,
Wilberforce
was
perhaps
not
enough
of
a
thinker
;
but
if
I
went
into
Parliament
,
as
I
have
been
asked
to
do
,
I
should
sit
on
the
independent
bench
,
as
Wilberforce
did
,
and
work
at
philanthropy
.
"
Mr.
Casaubon
bowed
,
and
observed
that
it
was
a
wide
field
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
with
an
easy
smile
,
"
but
I
have
documents
.
I
began
a
long
while
ago
to
collect
documents
.
They
want
arranging
,
but
when
a
question
has
struck
me
,
I
have
written
to
somebody
and
got
an
answer
.
I
have
documents
at
my
back
.
But
now
,
how
do
you
arrange
your
documents
?
"
"
In
pigeon-holes
partly
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
with
rather
a
startled
air
of
effort
.
"
Ah
,
pigeon-holes
will
not
do
.
I
have
tried
pigeon-holes
,
but
everything
gets
mixed
in
pigeon-holes
:
I
never
know
whether
a
paper
is
in
A
or
Z
.
"
"
I
wish
you
would
let
me
sort
your
papers
for
you
,
uncle
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
I
would
letter
them
all
,
and
then
make
a
list
of
subjects
under
each
letter
.
"
Mr.
Casaubon
gravely
smiled
approval
,
and
said
to
Mr.
Brooke
,
"
You
have
an
excellent
secretary
at
hand
,
you
perceive
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
shaking
his
head
;
"
I
cannot
let
young
ladies
meddle
with
my
documents
.
Young
ladies
are
too
flighty
.
"
Dorothea
felt
hurt
.
Mr.
Casaubon
would
think
that
her
uncle
had
some
special
reason
for
delivering
this
opinion
,
whereas
the
remark
lay
in
his
mind
as
lightly
as
the
broken
wing
of
an
insect
among
all
the
other
fragments
there
,
and
a
chance
current
had
sent
it
alighting
on
her
.
When
the
two
girls
were
in
the
drawing-room
alone
,
Celia
said
—
"
How
very
ugly
Mr.
Casaubon
is
!
"
"
Celia
!
He
is
one
of
the
most
distinguished-looking
men
I
ever
saw
.
He
is
remarkably
like
the
portrait
of
Locke
.
He
has
the
same
deep
eye-sockets
.
"
"
Had
Locke
those
two
white
moles
with
hairs
on
them
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
dare
say
!
when
people
of
a
certain
sort
looked
at
him
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
walking
away
a
little
.
"
Mr.
Casaubon
is
so
sallow
.
"
"
All
the
better
.
I
suppose
you
admire
a
man
with
the
complexion
of
a
cochon
de
lait
.
"
"
Dodo
!
"
exclaimed
Celia
,
looking
after
her
in
surprise
.
"
I
never
heard
you
make
such
a
comparison
before
.
"
"
Why
should
I
make
it
before
the
occasion
came
?
It
is
a
good
comparison
:
the
match
is
perfect
.
"
Miss
Brooke
was
clearly
forgetting
herself
,
and
Celia
thought
so
.
"
I
wonder
you
show
temper
,
Dorothea
.
"
"
It
is
so
painful
in
you
,
Celia
,
that
you
will
look
at
human
beings
as
if
they
were
merely
animals
with
a
toilet
,
and
never
see
the
great
soul
in
a
man
's
face
.
"
"
Has
Mr.
Casaubon
a
great
soul
?
"
Celia
was
not
without
a
touch
of
naive
malice
.
"
Yes
,
I
believe
he
has
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
the
full
voice
of
decision
.
"
Everything
I
see
in
him
corresponds
to
his
pamphlet
on
Biblical
Cosmology
.
"
"
He
talks
very
little
,
"
said
Celia
"
There
is
no
one
for
him
to
talk
to
.
"
Celia
thought
privately
,
"
Dorothea
quite
despises
Sir
James
Chettam
;
I
believe
she
would
not
accept
him
.
"
Celia
felt
that
this
was
a
pity
.
She
had
never
been
deceived
as
to
the
object
of
the
baronet
's
interest
.
Sometimes
,
indeed
,
she
had
reflected
that
Dodo
would
perhaps
not
make
a
husband
happy
who
had
not
her
way
of
looking
at
things
;
and
stifled
in
the
depths
of
her
heart
was
the
feeling
that
her
sister
was
too
religious
for
family
comfort
.
Notions
and
scruples
were
like
spilt
needles
,
making
one
afraid
of
treading
,
or
sitting
down
,
or
even
eating
.
When
Miss
Brooke
was
at
the
tea-table
,
Sir
James
came
to
sit
down
by
her
,
not
having
felt
her
mode
of
answering
him
at
all
offensive
.
Why
should
he
?
He
thought
it
probable
that
Miss
Brooke
liked
him
,
and
manners
must
be
very
marked
indeed
before
they
cease
to
be
interpreted
by
preconceptions
either
confident
or
distrustful
.
She
was
thoroughly
charming
to
him
,
but
of
course
he
theorized
a
little
about
his
attachment
.
He
was
made
of
excellent
human
dough
,
and
had
the
rare
merit
of
knowing
that
his
talents
,
even
if
let
loose
,
would
not
set
the
smallest
stream
in
the
county
on
fire
:
hence
he
liked
the
prospect
of
a
wife
to
whom
he
could
say
,
"
What
shall
we
do
?
"
about
this
or
that
;
who
could
help
her
husband
out
with
reasons
,
and
would
also
have
the
property
qualification
for
doing
so
.
As
to
the
excessive
religiousness
alleged
against
Miss
Brooke
,
he
had
a
very
indefinite
notion
of
what
it
consisted
in
,
and
thought
that
it
would
die
out
with
marriage
.
In
short
,
he
felt
himself
to
be
in
love
in
the
right
place
,
and
was
ready
to
endure
a
great
deal
of
predominance
,
which
,
after
all
,
a
man
could
always
put
down
when
he
liked
.
Sir
James
had
no
idea
that
he
should
ever
like
to
put
down
the
predominance
of
this
handsome
girl
,
in
whose
cleverness
he
delighted
.
Why
not
?
A
man
's
mind
—
what
there
is
of
it
—
has
always
the
advantage
of
being
masculine
,
—
as
the
smallest
birch-tree
is
of
a
higher
kind
than
the
most
soaring
palm
,
—
and
even
his
ignorance
is
of
a
sounder
quality
.
Sir
James
might
not
have
originated
this
estimate
;
but
a
kind
Providence
furnishes
the
limpest
personality
with
a
little
gum
or
starch
in
the
form
of
tradition
.
"
Let
me
hope
that
you
will
rescind
that
resolution
about
the
horse
,
Miss
Brooke
,
"
said
the
persevering
admirer
.
"
I
assure
you
,
riding
is
the
most
healthy
of
exercises
.
"
"
I
am
aware
of
it
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
coldly
.
"
I
think
it
would
do
Celia
good
—
if
she
would
take
to
it
.
"
"
But
you
are
such
a
perfect
horsewoman
.
"
"
Excuse
me
;
I
have
had
very
little
practice
,
and
I
should
be
easily
thrown
.
"
"
Then
that
is
a
reason
for
more
practice
.
Every
lady
ought
to
be
a
perfect
horsewoman
,
that
she
may
accompany
her
husband
.
"
"
You
see
how
widely
we
differ
,
Sir
James
.
I
have
made
up
my
mind
that
I
ought
not
to
be
a
perfect
horsewoman
,
and
so
I
should
never
correspond
to
your
pattern
of
a
lady
.
"
Dorothea
looked
straight
before
her
,
and
spoke
with
cold
brusquerie
,
very
much
with
the
air
of
a
handsome
boy
,
in
amusing
contrast
with
the
solicitous
amiability
of
her
admirer
.
"
I
should
like
to
know
your
reasons
for
this
cruel
resolution
.
It
is
not
possible
that
you
should
think
horsemanship
wrong
.
"
"
It
is
quite
possible
that
I
should
think
it
wrong
for
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
why
?
"
said
Sir
James
,
in
a
tender
tone
of
remonstrance
.
Mr.
Casaubon
had
come
up
to
the
table
,
teacup
in
hand
,
and
was
listening
.
"
We
must
not
inquire
too
curiously
into
motives
,
"
he
interposed
,
in
his
measured
way
.
"
Miss
Brooke
knows
that
they
are
apt
to
become
feeble
in
the
utterance
:
the
aroma
is
mixed
with
the
grosser
air
.
We
must
keep
the
germinating
grain
away
from
the
light
.
"
Dorothea
coloured
with
pleasure
,
and
looked
up
gratefully
to
the
speaker
.
Here
was
a
man
who
could
understand
the
higher
inward
life
,
and
with
whom
there
could
be
some
spiritual
communion
;
nay
,
who
could
illuminate
principle
with
the
widest
knowledge
:
a
man
whose
learning
almost
amounted
to
a
proof
of
whatever
he
believed
!
Dorothea
's
inferences
may
seem
large
;
but
really
life
could
never
have
gone
on
at
any
period
but
for
this
liberal
allowance
of
conclusions
,
which
has
facilitated
marriage
under
the
difficulties
of
civilization
.
Has
any
one
ever
pinched
into
its
pilulous
smallness
the
cobweb
of
pre-matrimonial
acquaintanceship
?
"
Certainly
,
"
said
good
Sir
James
.
"
Miss
Brooke
shall
not
be
urged
to
tell
reasons
she
would
rather
be
silent
upon
.
I
am
sure
her
reasons
would
do
her
honour
.
"
He
was
not
in
the
least
jealous
of
the
interest
with
which
Dorothea
had
looked
up
at
Mr.
Casaubon
:
it
never
occurred
to
him
that
a
girl
to
whom
he
was
meditating
an
offer
of
marriage
could
care
for
a
dried
bookworm
towards
fifty
,
except
,
indeed
,
in
a
religious
sort
of
way
,
as
for
a
clergyman
of
some
distinction
.
However
,
since
Miss
Brooke
had
become
engaged
in
a
conversation
with
Mr.
Casaubon
about
the
Vaudois
clergy
,
Sir
James
betook
himself
to
Celia
,
and
talked
to
her
about
her
sister
;
spoke
of
a
house
in
town
,
and
asked
whether
Miss
Brooke
disliked
London
.
Away
from
her
sister
,
Celia
talked
quite
easily
,
and
Sir
James
said
to
himself
that
the
second
Miss
Brooke
was
certainly
very
agreeable
as
well
as
pretty
,
though
not
,
as
some
people
pretended
,
more
clever
and
sensible
than
the
elder
sister
.
He
felt
that
he
had
chosen
the
one
who
was
in
all
respects
the
superior
;
and
a
man
naturally
likes
to
look
forward
to
having
the
best
.
He
would
be
the
very
Mawworm
of
bachelors
who
pretended
not
to
expect
it
.
CHAPTER
III
.
"
Say
,
goddess
,
what
ensued
,
when
Raphael
,
The
affable
archangel
.
.
.
Eve
The
story
heard
attentive
,
and
was
filled
With
admiration
,
and
deep
muse
,
to
hear
Of
things
so
high
and
strange
.
"
—
Paradise
Lost
,
B
.
vii
.
If
it
had
really
occurred
to
Mr.
Casaubon
to
think
of
Miss
Brooke
as
a
suitable
wife
for
him
,
the
reasons
that
might
induce
her
to
accept
him
were
already
planted
in
her
mind
,
and
by
the
evening
of
the
next
day
the
reasons
had
budded
and
bloomed
.
For
they
had
had
a
long
conversation
in
the
morning
,
while
Celia
,
who
did
not
like
the
company
of
Mr.
Casaubon
's
moles
and
sallowness
,
had
escaped
to
the
vicarage
to
play
with
the
curate
's
ill-shod
but
merry
children
.
Dorothea
by
this
time
had
looked
deep
into
the
ungauged
reservoir
of
Mr.
Casaubon
's
mind
,
seeing
reflected
there
in
vague
labyrinthine
extension
every
quality
she
herself
brought
;
had
opened
much
of
her
own
experience
to
him
,
and
had
understood
from
him
the
scope
of
his
great
work
,
also
of
attractively
labyrinthine
extent
.
For
he
had
been
as
instructive
as
Milton
's
"
affable
archangel
;
"
and
with
something
of
the
archangelic
manner
he
told
her
how
he
had
undertaken
to
show
(
what
indeed
had
been
attempted
before
,
but
not
with
that
thoroughness
,
justice
of
comparison
,
and
effectiveness
of
arrangement
at
which
Mr.
Casaubon
aimed
)
that
all
the
mythical
systems
or
erratic
mythical
fragments
in
the
world
were
corruptions
of
a
tradition
originally
revealed
.
Having
once
mastered
the
true
position
and
taken
a
firm
footing
there
,
the
vast
field
of
mythical
constructions
became
intelligible
,
nay
,
luminous
with
the
reflected
light
of
correspondences
.
But
to
gather
in
this
great
harvest
of
truth
was
no
light
or
speedy
work
.
His
notes
already
made
a
formidable
range
of
volumes
,
but
the
crowning
task
would
be
to
condense
these
voluminous
still-accumulating
results
and
bring
them
,
like
the
earlier
vintage
of
Hippocratic
books
,
to
fit
a
little
shelf
.
In
explaining
this
to
Dorothea
,
Mr.
Casaubon
expressed
himself
nearly
as
he
would
have
done
to
a
fellow-student
,
for
he
had
not
two
styles
of
talking
at
command
:
it
is
true
that
when
he
used
a
Greek
or
Latin
phrase
he
always
gave
the
English
with
scrupulous
care
,
but
he
would
probably
have
done
this
in
any
case
.
A
learned
provincial
clergyman
is
accustomed
to
think
of
his
acquaintances
as
of
"
lords
,
knyghtes
,
and
other
noble
and
worthi
men
,
that
conne
Latyn
but
lytille
.
"
Dorothea
was
altogether
captivated
by
the
wide
embrace
of
this
conception
.
Here
was
something
beyond
the
shallows
of
ladies
'
school
literature
:
here
was
a
living
Bossuet
,
whose
work
would
reconcile
complete
knowledge
with
devoted
piety
;
here
was
a
modern
Augustine
who
united
the
glories
of
doctor
and
saint
.
The
sanctity
seemed
no
less
clearly
marked
than
the
learning
,
for
when
Dorothea
was
impelled
to
open
her
mind
on
certain
themes
which
she
could
speak
of
to
no
one
whom
she
had
before
seen
at
Tipton
,
especially
on
the
secondary
importance
of
ecclesiastical
forms
and
articles
of
belief
compared
with
that
spiritual
religion
,
that
submergence
of
self
in
communion
with
Divine
perfection
which
seemed
to
her
to
be
expressed
in
the
best
Christian
books
of
widely
distant
ages
,
she
found
in
Mr.
Casaubon
a
listener
who
understood
her
at
once
,
who
could
assure
her
of
his
own
agreement
with
that
view
when
duly
tempered
with
wise
conformity
,
and
could
mention
historical
examples
before
unknown
to
her
.
"
He
thinks
with
me
,
"
said
Dorothea
to
herself
,
"
or
rather
,
he
thinks
a
whole
world
of
which
my
thought
is
but
a
poor
twopenny
mirror
.
And
his
feelings
too
,
his
whole
experience
—
what
a
lake
compared
with
my
little
pool
!
"
Miss
Brooke
argued
from
words
and
dispositions
not
less
unhesitatingly
than
other
young
ladies
of
her
age
.
Signs
are
small
measurable
things
,
but
interpretations
are
illimitable
,
and
in
girls
of
sweet
,
ardent
nature
,
every
sign
is
apt
to
conjure
up
wonder
,
hope
,
belief
,
vast
as
a
sky
,
and
coloured
by
a
diffused
thimbleful
of
matter
in
the
shape
of
knowledge
.
They
are
not
always
too
grossly
deceived
;
for
Sinbad
himself
may
have
fallen
by
good-luck
on
a
true
description
,
and
wrong
reasoning
sometimes
lands
poor
mortals
in
right
conclusions
:
starting
a
long
way
off
the
true
point
,
and
proceeding
by
loops
and
zigzags
,
we
now
and
then
arrive
just
where
we
ought
to
be
.
Because
Miss
Brooke
was
hasty
in
her
trust
,
it
is
not
therefore
clear
that
Mr.
Casaubon
was
unworthy
of
it
.
He
stayed
a
little
longer
than
he
had
intended
,
on
a
slight
pressure
of
invitation
from
Mr.
Brooke
,
who
offered
no
bait
except
his
own
documents
on
machine-breaking
and
rick-burning
.
Mr.
Casaubon
was
called
into
the
library
to
look
at
these
in
a
heap
,
while
his
host
picked
up
first
one
and
then
the
other
to
read
aloud
from
in
a
skipping
and
uncertain
way
,
passing
from
one
unfinished
passage
to
another
with
a
"
Yes
,
now
,
but
here
!
"
and
finally
pushing
them
all
aside
to
open
the
journal
of
his
youthful
Continental
travels
.
"
Look
here
—
here
is
all
about
Greece
.
Rhamnus
,
the
ruins
of
Rhamnus
—
you
are
a
great
Grecian
,
now
.
I
do
n't
know
whether
you
have
given
much
study
to
the
topography
.
I
spent
no
end
of
time
in
making
out
these
things
—
Helicon
,
now
.
Here
,
now
!
—
'
We
started
the
next
morning
for
Parnassus
,
the
double-peaked
Parnassus
.
'
All
this
volume
is
about
Greece
,
you
know
,
"
Mr.
Brooke
wound
up
,
rubbing
his
thumb
transversely
along
the
edges
of
the
leaves
as
he
held
the
book
forward
.
Mr.
Casaubon
made
a
dignified
though
somewhat
sad
audience
;
bowed
in
the
right
place
,
and
avoided
looking
at
anything
documentary
as
far
as
possible
,
without
showing
disregard
or
impatience
;
mindful
that
this
desultoriness
was
associated
with
the
institutions
of
the
country
,
and
that
the
man
who
took
him
on
this
severe
mental
scamper
was
not
only
an
amiable
host
,
but
a
landholder
and
custos
rotulorum
.
Was
his
endurance
aided
also
by
the
reflection
that
Mr.
Brooke
was
the
uncle
of
Dorothea
?
Certainly
he
seemed
more
and
more
bent
on
making
her
talk
to
him
,
on
drawing
her
out
,
as
Celia
remarked
to
herself
;
and
in
looking
at
her
his
face
was
often
lit
up
by
a
smile
like
pale
wintry
sunshine
.
Before
he
left
the
next
morning
,
while
taking
a
pleasant
walk
with
Miss
Brooke
along
the
gravelled
terrace
,
he
had
mentioned
to
her
that
he
felt
the
disadvantage
of
loneliness
,
the
need
of
that
cheerful
companionship
with
which
the
presence
of
youth
can
lighten
or
vary
the
serious
toils
of
maturity
.
And
he
delivered
this
statement
with
as
much
careful
precision
as
if
he
had
been
a
diplomatic
envoy
whose
words
would
be
attended
with
results
.
Indeed
,
Mr.
Casaubon
was
not
used
to
expect
that
he
should
have
to
repeat
or
revise
his
communications
of
a
practical
or
personal
kind
.
The
inclinations
which
he
had
deliberately
stated
on
the
2d
of
October
he
would
think
it
enough
to
refer
to
by
the
mention
of
that
date
;
judging
by
the
standard
of
his
own
memory
,
which
was
a
volume
where
a
vide
supra
could
serve
instead
of
repetitions
,
and
not
the
ordinary
long-used
blotting-book
which
only
tells
of
forgotten
writing
.
But
in
this
case
Mr.
Casaubon
's
confidence
was
not
likely
to
be
falsified
,
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
.
It
was
three
o'clock
in
the
beautiful
breezy
autumn
day
when
Mr.
Casaubon
drove
off
to
his
Rectory
at
Lowick
,
only
five
miles
from
Tipton
;
and
Dorothea
,
who
had
on
her
bonnet
and
shawl
,
hurried
along
the
shrubbery
and
across
the
park
that
she
might
wander
through
the
bordering
wood
with
no
other
visible
companionship
than
that
of
Monk
,
the
Great
St.
Bernard
dog
,
who
always
took
care
of
the
young
ladies
in
their
walks
.
There
had
risen
before
her
the
girl
's
vision
of
a
possible
future
for
herself
to
which
she
looked
forward
with
trembling
hope
,
and
she
wanted
to
wander
on
in
that
visionary
future
without
interruption
.
She
walked
briskly
in
the
brisk
air
,
the
colour
rose
in
her
cheeks
,
and
her
straw
bonnet
(
which
our
contemporaries
might
look
at
with
conjectural
curiosity
as
at
an
obsolete
form
of
basket
)
fell
a
little
backward
.
She
would
perhaps
be
hardly
characterized
enough
if
it
were
omitted
that
she
wore
her
brown
hair
flatly
braided
and
coiled
behind
so
as
to
expose
the
outline
of
her
head
in
a
daring
manner
at
a
time
when
public
feeling
required
the
meagreness
of
nature
to
be
dissimulated
by
tall
barricades
of
frizzed
curls
and
bows
,
never
surpassed
by
any
great
race
except
the
Feejeean
.
This
was
a
trait
of
Miss
Brooke
's
asceticism
.
But
there
was
nothing
of
an
ascetic
's
expression
in
her
bright
full
eyes
,
as
she
looked
before
her
,
not
consciously
seeing
,
but
absorbing
into
the
intensity
of
her
mood
,
the
solemn
glory
of
the
afternoon
with
its
long
swathes
of
light
between
the
far-off
rows
of
limes
,
whose
shadows
touched
each
other
.
All
people
,
young
or
old
(
that
is
,
all
people
in
those
ante-reform
times
)
,
would
have
thought
her
an
interesting
object
if
they
had
referred
the
glow
in
her
eyes
and
cheeks
to
the
newly
awakened
ordinary
images
of
young
love
:
the
illusions
of
Chloe
about
Strephon
have
been
sufficiently
consecrated
in
poetry
,
as
the
pathetic
loveliness
of
all
spontaneous
trust
ought
to
be
.
Miss
Pippin
adoring
young
Pumpkin
,
and
dreaming
along
endless
vistas
of
unwearying
companionship
,
was
a
little
drama
which
never
tired
our
fathers
and
mothers
,
and
had
been
put
into
all
costumes
.
Let
but
Pumpkin
have
a
figure
which
would
sustain
the
disadvantages
of
the
shortwaisted
swallow-tail
,
and
everybody
felt
it
not
only
natural
but
necessary
to
the
perfection
of
womanhood
,
that
a
sweet
girl
should
be
at
once
convinced
of
his
virtue
,
his
exceptional
ability
,
and
above
all
,
his
perfect
sincerity
.
But
perhaps
no
persons
then
living
—
certainly
none
in
the
neighborhood
of
Tipton
—
would
have
had
a
sympathetic
understanding
for
the
dreams
of
a
girl
whose
notions
about
marriage
took
their
colour
entirely
from
an
exalted
enthusiasm
about
the
ends
of
life
,
an
enthusiasm
which
was
lit
chiefly
by
its
own
fire
,
and
included
neither
the
niceties
of
the
trousseau
,
the
pattern
of
plate
,
nor
even
the
honours
and
sweet
joys
of
the
blooming
matron
.
It
had
now
entered
Dorothea
's
mind
that
Mr.
Casaubon
might
wish
to
make
her
his
wife
,
and
the
idea
that
he
would
do
so
touched
her
with
a
sort
of
reverential
gratitude
.
How
good
of
him
—
nay
,
it
would
be
almost
as
if
a
winged
messenger
had
suddenly
stood
beside
her
path
and
held
out
his
hand
towards
her
!
For
a
long
while
she
had
been
oppressed
by
