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This edition is limited to Five Hundred numbered copies, of which this is No..../.fe./ ^ I f f 7 TO 3p^ Dear J^u0banD GEORGE HEISTEY LEWES, IN THIS NUTETEENTH TEAB OF OUR BLESSED UNION. CONTENTS. PAGE Preltjde 1 BOOK I. Miss Brooke 3 II. Old and Young 163 III. Waiting for Death 313 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Vol. I. Page Tarnesian Palace, Rome Frontispiece Portrait of Dorothea 7 Mr. Casaubon and Dorothea 64 Fred Vincy and Peter Peatherstoxe 147 PRELUDE. Who that cares mucla to know the history of man, and how the mysterious mixture hehaves 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 passion- ate, 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 raptu- rous 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 con- 2 MIDDLEMARCH. stant 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 ob- livion. 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 formless- ness ; 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 ardour alternated between a vague ideal and the common yearning of woman- hood ; so that the one was disapproved as extrava- gance, 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 incom- petence as strict as the ability to count three and no more, the social lot of women might be treated with scientific certitude. Meanwhile the indefi- niteness 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 centring in some long-recognizable deed. MIDDLEMARCH. BOOK I. MISS BEOOKE. 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 weai 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 obser- vers that her dress differed from her sister's, and 4 MIDDLEMARCH. 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 dis- cernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell, but afterwards conformed, and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprie- tor 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 parlour, naturally regarded frippery as the am- bition of a huckster's daughter. Then there was well-bred economy, whicli 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 reli- gion 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 femi- nine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences, with a keen MISS BROOKE. 5 interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of dra- pery. 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 en- amoured of intensity and greatness, and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects ; likely to seek martyrdom, to make retrac- tations, and then to incur martyrdom after all in a (][uarter 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 promis- cuous, 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 opin- ions, 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 in- definite minds enclose some hard grains of habit', and a man has been seen lax about all his own 6 MIDDLEMARCH. interests except the retention of his snuff-box, con- cerning 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 vir- tues, 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 par- ents, 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 discuss- ing Mr. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic ques- tion, 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 lie 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 Dorothea. MISS BROOKE. 7 # 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 neighbours did, so that if any luna- tics 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 Doro- thea ! 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 recon- cilable 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. Eiding was an indulgence which she allowed her- self in spite of conscientious qualms ; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way, and al- ways 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 attrac- tions altogether superior to her own, and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from 8 MIDDLEMARCH. 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 con- stantly considered from Celia's point of view, in- wardly 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 amia- ble 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 hus- band 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 neigh- bouring 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 Doro- thea's objections, and was in this case brave enough to defy the world, — that is to say, Mrs. Cadwalla- der the Eector'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 MISS BROOKE. g 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 Eeverend 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 ascer- tained on the publication of his book. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be meas- ured 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 don'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 expres- sion in it, the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and prin- ciple, — two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incau- tiously. To her relief, Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. lo MIDDLEMARCH. " 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 wag 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 Poin^on, 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 m.ental 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 PoinQon who wore the ornaments. " Of course, then, let us have them out. Why did you not tell me be- fore ? 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 ex- planation had been long meditated and prearranged. MISS BROOKE. ii " 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. " Oh, 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. " 12 MIBDLEMARCH. "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 tolera- tion, 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 tak- ing 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 sud- den as the gleam. " It is strange how deeply colours seem to penetrate one, like scent. I sup- pose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Kevelation of Saint John. They look like fragments of heaven. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of them. " MISS BROOKE. 13 "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 loould like those, Dorothea, " said Celia, rather falteringly, beginning to think with won- der 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 brace- let, " 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 discern' 14 MIDDLEMARCH. ment, 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 can- not 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 ques- tion, 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, T 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 MISS BUOOKE. 15 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 with- out its private opinions? CHAPTEE II. " Dime ; no ves aquel caballero que hacia nosotros viene sobre un caballo rucio rodado que trae puesto eu la cabeza uu yelmo de oro ? " " Lo que veo y columbro," respondib Sancho, " no es sino uu hoiubre sobre uu as uo pardo como el mio, que trae sobre la cabeza uua cu^a que relumbra." "Pues ese es el yelmo de Mam- brino," dijo Don Quijote. (" Seest thou not you 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 liead." " Just so," answered Don Quixote : " and that resplendent object is the hel- met of Mambrino.") — Ckrvantes. " SiE HuMPHEY 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 Hum- phry Davy ; I dined with him years ago at Cart- wright'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 MISS BROOKE. 17 magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. She won- dered 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 pat- tern of farming among my tenants. Do you ap- prove of that, Miss Brooke ? " " A great mistake, Chettam, " interposed Mr. Brooke, " going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing, and making a parlour of your cow-house. It won't do. 1 went into science a great deal myself at one time ; but I saw it would not do. It leads to everything ; you can let noth- ing alone. No, no, — see that your tenants don'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 keep ing dogs and horses only to gallop over it. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing ex- periments for the good of all. " She spoke with more energy than is expected of VOL. I. — 2 i8 MIDDLEMARCH. 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 don't understand political econ- omy, 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 ' Penin- sular 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 fastidi- ous 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 some- thing like the ghost of an ancient, wandering about MISS BROOKE. ig 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 neat- ness 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 Waklenses. 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 20 MIDDLEMARCH. L^ive 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 de- light 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 Eeformation 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 MISS BROOKE. 21 acre of your ground for a Eomanist 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 inde- pendent 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. " 22 MIDDLEMARCH. " No, no, " said Mr. Brooke, shaking his head ; " I cannot let young ladies meddle with my docu- ments. Young ladies are too flighty. " Dorothea felt hurt. Mr. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for deliver- ing 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 com- parison 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 ani- MISS BROOKE. 23 mals 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 de- spises 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 hus- band 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 ? " 24 MIDDLEMARCH. 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 pre- dominance, 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 predomi- nance 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 per- sonality with a little gum or starch in the form of tradition. " Let me hope that you will rescind that resolu- tion about the horse, Miss Brooke, " said the per- severing 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 MISS BROOKE. 25 have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman, and so I should never corre- spond 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 mo- tives, " 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 1 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 lias facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civi- lization. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre -matrimonial acquaintanceship ?_ 26 MIDDLEMAKCH. " 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. Casau- bon : 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, in- deed, 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 pre- tended, 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 natu- rally likes to look forward to having the best. He would be the very Maw worm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. CHAPTEK 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 even- ing 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 at- tractively 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 effec- tiveness of arrangement at which Mr. Casaubon 28 MIDDLEMARCH. 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 be- came 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 vol- umes, 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 conue 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 MISS BROOKE. 29 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 as- sure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity, and could men- tion 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 conjvire 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 de- ceived ; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description, and wrong rear~on- ing sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclu- sions : 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 30 MIDDLEMARCH. heap, while his host picked up first one and then the other to read ahnid 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. Eham- nus, the ruins of Ehamnus, — you are a great Grecian, now. I don'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 morn- ing 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 some- what 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 ciistos 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 win- try sunshine. Before he left the next morning, while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace, he had mentioned to MISS BROOKE. 31 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 confi- dence 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 Eectory 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 32 MIDDLEMARCH. her cheeks, and her straw bonnet (which our con- temporaries might look at with conjectural curios- ity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. She would perhaps be hardly charac- terized 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 man- ner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows, never sur- passed 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 in- tensity of her mood, the solemn glory of the after- noon 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 Strepbon have been sufficiently conse- crated in poetry, as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. Miss Pippin ador- ing 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 short-waisted swallow-tail, and everybody felt it not only natural but neces- sary to the perfection of womanhood, that a sweet MISS BROOKE. 33 girl should he at once convinced of his virtue, his exceptional ability , and above all, his perfect sin- cerity. But perhaps no persons then living — • certainly none in the neighbourhood 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 miglit 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 messen- ger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his hand towards her! For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind, like a thick summer haze, over all her desire to make her life greatly effective. What could she do, what ought she to do ? — she, hardly more than a budding woman, but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need, not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit, she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities, patronage of the humbler clergy, the perusal of " Female Scripture Charac- ters, " unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation, and Dorcas under the New, and the care of her soul over her embroidery TOL. I. — 3 34 MIDDLEMARCH. in her own boudoir, — with a background of pro- spective marriage to a man who, if less strict than herself, as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable, might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. From such contentment poor Dorothea was shut out. The intensity of her religious dis- position, the coercion it exercised over her life, was lait one aspect of a nature altogether ardent, theoretic, and intellectually consequent : and with such a nature struggling in the bauds of a narrow teaching, hemmed iu by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses, a walled- in maze of small paths that led no whither, the outcome was sure to strike others as at once ex- aggeration and inconsistency. The thing which seemed to her best, she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge ; and not to live in a pre- tended admission of rules which were never acted on. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured ; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her giriisii subjection to her own ignorance, and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her aloug the grandest path. " I should learn everything then," she said to her- self, still walking quickly along the bridle-road through the wood. " It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. There would be nothing trivial about our lives. Every-day things with us would mean the greate.-^t things. It would be like marrying Pascal. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by. And then I should know what to do when I got older : I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here — MISS BROOKE. 35 now — in England. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now : everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language T don't know ; — unless it were building good cottages, — • there can be no doubt about that. Oh, I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick ! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. " Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self- rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events, but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road. The well- groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. He discerned Dorothea, jumped off his horse at once, and, having delivered it to his groom, advanced towards her with something white on his arm, at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. " How delightful to meet you, Miss Brooke, " he said, raising his hat and showing his sleekly wav- ing blond hair. " It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. " Miss Brooke was annoyfed at the interruption. This amiable baronet, really a suitable husband for Celia, exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. Even a pro- spective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an under- standing with you, and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape : all her mental activ- 36 MIDDLEMARCH. ity was used up in persuasions of another kind. But he was positively obtrusive at this moment, and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. Her roused temper made her colour deeply, as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness. Sir James interpreted the heightened colour in the way most gratifying to himself, and thought he never saw Miss Brooke looking so handsome. " I have brought a little petitioner, " he said, " or rather, I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered. " He showed the white object under his arm, which was a tiny Maltese puppy, one of nature's most naive toys. " It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets, " said Dorothea, whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. " Oh, why ? " said Sir James, as they walked forward. " I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. They are too help- less : their lives are too frail. A weasel or a mouse that gets its own living is more interesting. I like to think that the animals about us have souls something like our own, and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us, like Monk here. Those creatures are parasitic. " " I am so glad I know that you do not like them, " said good Sir James. " I should never keep them for myself, but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs. Here, John, take this dog, will you ? " The objectionable puppy, whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive, was thus got rid of, since Miss Brooke decided that it had better MISS BROOKE. 37 not have been born. But she felt it necessary to explain. " You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. I think she likes these small pets. She had a tiny terrier once, which she was very fond of. It made me unhappy, because I was afraid of treading on it. I am rather short-sighted. " " You have your own opinion about everything, Miss Brooke, and it is always a good opinion. " What answer was possible to such stupid com- plimenting ? " Do you know, I envy you that, " Sir James said, as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. " I don't quite understand what you mean. " " Your power of forming an opinion. I can form an opinion of persons. I know when I like people. But about other matters, do you know, I have often a difficulty in deciding. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. " " Or that seem sensible. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. " Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. " Exactly, " said Sir James. " But you seem to have the power of discrimination. " " On the contrary, I am often unable to decide. But that is from ignorance. The right conclusion is there all the same, though I am unable to see it." " I think there are few who would see it more readily. Do you know, Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages, — quite wonderful for a young lady, he thought. You had a real genus, to use his expression. He said you wanted 38 MIDDLEMARCH. Mr. Brooke to build a new set of cottages, but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. Do you know, that is one of the things I wish to do, — I mean, on my own estate. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours, if you would let me see it. Of course, it is sinking money ; that is why people object to it. Labourers can never pay rent to make it answer. But, after all, it is worth doing. " " Worth doing! yes, indeed," said Dorothea, en- ergetically, forgetting her previous small vexations. " I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beau- tiful houses with a scourge of small cords, — all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. Life in cottages might be happier than ours, if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect duties and affections. " " Will you show me your plan ? " " Yes, certainly. I dare say it is very faulty. But I have been examining all the plans for cot- tages in Loudon's book, and picked out what seem the best things. Oh, what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here ! I think, instead of Lazarus at the gate, we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park -gate. " Dorothea was in the best temper now. Sir James, as brother-^in-law, building model cottages on his estate, and then, perhaps, others being built at Lowick, and more and more elsewhere in imita- tion, — it would be as if the spirit of 01)erlin had passed over the parishes to make the life uf poverty beautiful ! Sir James saw all the plans, and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood. He also took away a complacent sense that he was making great MISS BROOKE. 39 progress in Miss Brooke's good opinion. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia, — an omis- sion which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise ; but she blamed herself for it. She had been engrossing Sir James. After all, it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. Celia was present while the plans were being examined, and observed Sir James's illusion. " He thinks that Dodo cares about him, and she only cares about her plans. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her no- tions. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be ! I cannot bear notions. " It was Celia 's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement, for that would be laying her- self open to a demonstration that she was some- how or other at war with all goodness. But on safe opportunities, she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea, and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring, not listen- ing. Celia was not impulsive : what she had to say could wait, and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. When people talked with energy and emphasis, she watched their faces and features merely. She never could un- derstand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. It was not many days before Mr. Casaubon paid a morning visit, on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night. Thus Dorothea had three more conversations with 40 MIDDLEMARCH. him, and was convinced that her first impressions had been just. He was all she had at first im- agined him to be : almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine, or the in- scription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages ; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl, and take the pains to talk to her, not with absurd compliment, but with an appeal to her understanding, and sometimes with instruc- tive correction. What delightful companionship ! Mr. Casaubon seemed even unconscious that trivi- alities existed, and never handed rouid that small- talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odour of cupboard. He talked of what he was interested in, or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. To Doro- thea this was adorable genuineness, and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretence. For she looked as reverently at Mr. Casaubon 's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learn- ing. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling, and usually with an appropriate quotation ; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth ; in short, Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on un- derstanding, sympathy, and guidance. On one — only one — of her favourite themes she was disap- pointed. Mr. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages, and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accomiiiedation which was MISS BROOKD. 41 to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyp- tians, as if to check a too high standard. After he was gone, Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his ; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs, and from the admitted wickedness of pagan des- pots. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. Casaubon when he came again ? But further re- flection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his atteiition to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments, as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery, — would not forbid it when — Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these specula- tions. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days : was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. Casaubon delighted in Mr. Brooke's society for its own sake, either with or without documents ? Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. He came much oftener than Mr. Casaubon, and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest ; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Love- good's estimates, and was charmingly docile. She proposed to build a couple of cottages, and trans- fer two families from their old cabins, which could then be pulled down, so that new ones could be built on the old sites. Sir James said, " Exactly ; " and she bore the word remarkably well. Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous 42 MIDDLEMAKCH. ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction, if they were fortu- nate in choosing their sisters-in-law I It is diffi- cult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibil- ity that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. But her life was just now full of hope and action : she was not only thinking of her plans, but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to ^.Tr. Casaubon), all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and con- templating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. CHAPTER IV. " 1st Gent. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. 2d Gent. Ay, truly : but I think it is the world That brings the iron." * Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish, " said Celia, as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. " He is a good creature, and more sensible than any one would imagine, " said Dorothea, inconsiderately. " You mean that he appears silly. " " No, no, " said Dorothea, recollecting herself, and laying her hand on her sister's a moment; " but he does not talk equally well on all subjects. " " I should think none but disagreeable people do, " said Celia, in her usual purring way. " They must be very dreadful to live with. Only think ! at breakfast, and always. " Dorothea laughed. " Oh, Kitty, you are a won- derful creature ! " She pinched Celia' s chin, being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely, — fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub, and if it were not doctrinally wrong to say so, hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel. " Of course people need not be always talking well. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. " " You mean that Sir James tries and fails. " " I was speaking generally. Why do you cate- chise me about Sir James ? It is not the object of his life to please me. " 44 MIDDLEMARCH. " Now, Dodo, can you really believe that ? " " Certainly. He thinks of me as a future sister, — that is all. " Dorothea had never hinted this before, waiting, from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters, until it should be introduced by some decisive event. Celia blushed, but said at once, — " Pray do not make that mistake any longer. Dodo. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day, she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. " " How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you, Celia ? " said Dorothea, indignantly, not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. " You must have asked her questions. It is degrading. " " I see no harm at all in Tantripp 's talking to me. It is better to hear what people say. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. I am quite sure that Sir James means to make you an offer; and he believes that you will accept him, especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. And uncle too, — I know he ex- pects it. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. " The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. All her dear plans were em- bittered, and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. There was vexation too on account of Celia. " How could he expect it ? " she burst forth in MISS BROOKE. 45 her most impetuous manner. " I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. " " But you have been so pleased with him since then ; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. " " Fond of him, Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions ? " said Dorothea, passionately. " Dear me, Dorothea, I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. " " It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. Besides, it is not the right word for the feeling I must have towards the man I would accept as a husband. " " Well, I am sorry for Sir James. I thought it right to tell you, because you went on as you always do, never looking just where you are, and treading in the wrong place. You always see what nobody else sees ; it is impossible to satisfy you ; yet you never see what is quite plain. That 's your way, Dodo. " Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage ; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation ? " It is very painful, " said Dorothea, feeling scourged. " I can have no more to do with the cottages. I must be uncivil to him. I must tell him I will have nothing to do with them. It is very painful. " Her eyes filled again with tears. " Wait a little. Think about it. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. " Celia could not help relenting. " Poor Dodo ! " she went 46 MIDDLEMARCH. on, in an amiable staccato. " It is very hard : it is your favourite fad to draw plans. " " Fad to draw plans ! Do you think I only care about my fellow -creatures' houses in that childish way ? I may well make mistakes. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian, living among people with such petty thoughts ? " No more was said ; Dorothea was too much jarred to recover her temper and behave so as to show that she admitted any error in herself. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrow- ness and the purblind conscience of the society around her : and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub, but a thorn in her spirit, a pink-and-white nuUifidian, worse than any discouraging presence in the " Pilgrim's Progress. " The fad. of drawing plans! What was life worth, — what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage, her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. She was an image of sorrow ; and her uncle, who met her in the hall, would have been alarmed, if Celia had not been close to her, looking so pretty and composed that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. He had returned, during their absence, from a journey to the county town, about a petition for the pardon of some criminal. " Well, my dears, " he said kindly, as they went up to kiss him, " I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. " "No, uncle," said Celia, "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. " MISS BROOKE. 47 " I came by Lowick to lunch, — you did n't know I came by Lowick. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you, Dorothea, — in the library, you know ; they lie on the table in the library. " It seemed as if an electric stream went through Dorothea, thrilling her from despair into expecta- tion. They were pamphlets about the early Church. The oppression of Celia, Tantripp, and Sir James was shaken off, and she walked straight to the library. Celia went upstairs. Mr. Brooke was detained by a message, but when he re-entered the library, he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some mar- ginal manuscript of Mr. Casaubon's, — taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry, hot, dreary walk. She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt, and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. Mr. Brooke sat down in his arm- chair, stretched his legs towards the wood-fire, which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs, and rubbed his hands gently, looking very mildly towards Dorothea, but with a neutral leisurely air, as if he had nothing particular to say. Dorothea closed her pamphlet as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence, and rose as if to go. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal, but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. " I came back by Lowick, you know, " said Mr. Brooke, not as if with any intention to arrest her 48 MIDDLEMARCH. departure, but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. Brooke. " I lunched there and saw Casau- bon's library, and that kind of thing. There *s a sharp air, driving. Won't you sit down, my dear ? You look cold. " Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invi- tation. Sometimes, when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating, it was rather soothing. She threw off her mantle and bonnet, and sat down opposite to him, enjoy- ing the glow, but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen. They were not thin hands or small hands, but powerful, feipiuine, maternal hands. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think, which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. " What news have you brought about the sheep stealer, uncle ? " " What, poor Bunch ? — well, it seems we can't get him off, — he is to be hanged. " Dorothea's brow took an expression of reproba- tion and pity. " Hanged, you know, " said Mr. Brooke, with a quiet nod. " Poor Eorailly ! he would have helped us. I knew Eomilly. Casaubon didn't know Komilly. He is a little buried in books, you know, Casaubon is. " " When a man has great studies and is writing a great work, he must of course give up seeing much of the world. How can he go about making acquaintances ? " MISS BROOKE. 49 " That 's true. But a man mopes, you know. I have always been a bachelor too, but I have that sort of disposition that I never moped ; it was my "way to go about everywhere and take in every- thing. I never moped; but I can see that Casau- bon does, you know. He wants a companion, — a companion, you know. " " It would be a great honour to any one to be his companion," said Dorothea, energetically. " You like him, eh ? " said Mr. Brooke, without showing any surprise or other emotion. " Well, now, I 've known Casaubon ten years, ever since he came to Lowick. But I never got anything out of him, — any ideas, you know. However, he is a tiptop man and may be a bishop, — that kind of thing, you know, if Peel stays in. And he has a very high opinion of you, my dear. " Dorothea could not speak. " The fact is, he has a very high opinion indeed of you. And he speaks uncommonly well, — does Casaubon. He has deferred to me, you not being of age. In short, I have promised to speak to you, though I told him I thought there was not much chance. I was bound to tell him that. I said, my niece is very young, and that kind of thing. But I didn't think it necessary to go into every- thing. However, the long and the short of it is, that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage, — of marriage, you know, " said Mr. Brooke, with his explanatory nod. " I thought it better to tell you, my dear. " No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. Brooke's manner, but he did really wish to know something of his niece's mind, that, if there were any need for advice, he might give it in time. VOL. I. — 4 50 MIDDLEMARCH. What feeling he, as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas, could make room for was unmi^- edly kind. Since Dorothea did not speak imme- diately, he repeated, " I thought it better to tell you, my dear. " "Thank you, uncle," said Dorothea, in a clear unwavering tone. " I am very grateful to Mr. Casaubon. If he makes me an offer, I shall accept him. I admire and honour him more than any man I ever saw. " Mr. Brooke paused a little, and then said in a lingering low tone, " Ah ? . . . Well ! He is a good match in some respects. But now, Chettam is a good match. And our land lies together. I shall never interfere against your wishes, my dear. People should have their own way in marriage, and that sort of thing, — up to a certain point, you know. I have always said that, up to a certain point. I wish you to marry well ; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. I mention it, you know. " " It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam," said Dorothea. " If he thinks of marrying me, he has made a great mistake. " " That is it, you see. , One never knows. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like, now. " " Pray do not mention him in that light again, uncle, " said Dorothea, feeling some of her late irritation revive. Mr. Brooke wondered, and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study, since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific pre- diction about them. Here was a fellow like Chet tarn with no chance at all. MISS BB.OOKE. 51 " Well, but Casaubon, now. There is no hurry, — I mean for you. It 's true, every year will tell upon him. He is over five-and-forty, you know. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you. To be sure, — if you like learning and standing, and that sort of thing, we can't have everything. And his income is good, — he has a handsome property independent of the Church, — his income is good. Still he is not young, and I must not conceal from you, my dear, that I think his health is not over-strong. I know nothing else against him. " " I should not wish to have a husband very near my own age, " said Dorothea, with grave decision. " I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. " Mr. Brooke repeated his subdued, " Ah ? — I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. I thought you liked your own opin- ion, — liked it, you know." " I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions, but I should wish to have good reasons for them, and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation, and would help me to live according to them. " " Very true. You could n't yjut the thing better, — could n't put it better, beforehand, you know. But there are oddities in things," continued Mr. Brooke, whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. " Life is n't cast in a mould, — not cut out by rule and line, and that sort of thing. I never married myself, and it will be the better for you and yours. The fact is, I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. It is a noose, you 52 MIDDLEMARCH. know. Temper, now. There is temper. And a husband likes to be master." " I know that I must expect trials, uncle. Mar- riage is a state of higher duties. I never thought of it as mere personal ease," said poor Dorothea. " Well, you are not fond of show, a great estab- lishment, balls, dinners, that kind of thing. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. And you shall do as you like, my dear. I would not hinder Casaubon ; I said so at once ; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out. You have not the same tastes as every young lady ; and a clergyman and scholar — who may be a bishop — that kind of thing — may suit you better than Chettam. Chettam is a good fellow, a good sound-hearted fellow, you know ; but he does n't go much into ideas. I did, when I was his age. But Casaubon's eyes, now. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading." " I should be all the happier, uncle, the more room there was for me to help him," said Dorothea, ardently. " You have quite made up your mind, I see. Well, my dear, the fact is, I have a letter for you in my pocket." Mr. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea ; but as she rose to go away, he added : "There is not too much hurry, my dear. Think about it, you know." When Dorothea had left him, he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly : he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner. It was his duty to do so. But as to pretending to be wise for young people, — no uncle, however much he had travelled in his youth, absorbed the new ideas, and dined with celebrities now deceased, MISS BROOKE. 53 could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casau- bon to Chettam. In short, woman was a problem which, since Mr. Brooke's mind felt blank before it, could be hardly less complicated than the revolu- tions of an irregular solid. CHAPTER V. Hard students are commonly troubled -n-ith gowts, catarrhs, rheums, cachexia, bradypepsia, bad eyes, stone, and coUick, cru- dities, oppilatioijs, vertigo, winds, consumptions, and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting : they are most part lean, dry, ill-coloured . . . au