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And
when
he
had
seen
Dorothea
he
believed
that
he
had
found
even
more
than
he
demanded
:
she
might
really
be
such
a
helpmate
to
him
as
would
enable
him
to
dispense
with
a
hired
secretary
,
an
aid
which
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
never
yet
employed
and
had
a
suspicious
dread
of
.
(
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
nervously
conscious
that
he
was
expected
to
manifest
a
powerful
mind
.
)
Providence
,
in
its
kindness
,
had
supplied
him
with
the
wife
he
needed
.
A
wife
,
a
modest
young
lady
,
with
the
purely
appreciative
,
unambitious
abilities
of
her
sex
,
is
sure
to
think
her
husband
’
s
mind
powerful
.
Whether
Providence
had
taken
equal
care
of
Miss
Brooke
in
presenting
her
with
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
an
idea
which
could
hardly
occur
to
him
.
Society
never
made
the
preposterous
demand
that
a
man
should
think
as
much
about
his
own
qualifications
for
making
a
charming
girl
happy
as
he
thinks
of
hers
for
making
himself
happy
.
As
if
a
man
could
choose
not
only
his
wife
hut
his
wife
’
s
husband
!
Or
as
if
he
were
bound
to
provide
charms
for
his
posterity
in
his
own
person
!
—
When
Dorothea
accepted
him
with
effusion
,
that
was
only
natural
;
and
Mr
.
Casaubon
believed
that
his
happiness
was
going
to
begin
.
He
had
not
had
much
foretaste
of
happiness
in
his
previous
life
.
To
know
intense
joy
without
a
strong
bodily
frame
,
one
must
have
an
enthusiastic
soul
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
never
had
a
strong
bodily
frame
,
and
his
soul
was
sensitive
without
being
enthusiastic
:
it
was
too
languid
to
thrill
out
of
self
-
consciousness
into
passionate
delight
;
it
went
on
fluttering
in
the
swampy
ground
where
it
was
hatched
,
thinking
of
its
wings
and
never
flying
.
His
experience
was
of
that
pitiable
kind
which
shrinks
from
pity
,
and
fears
most
of
all
that
it
should
be
known
:
it
was
that
proud
narrow
sensitiveness
which
has
not
mass
enough
to
spare
for
transformation
into
sympathy
,
and
quivers
thread
-
like
in
small
currents
of
self
-
preoccupation
or
at
best
of
an
egoistic
scrupulosity
.
And
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
many
scruples
:
he
was
capable
of
a
severe
self
-
restraint
;
he
was
resolute
in
being
a
man
of
honor
according
to
the
code
;
he
would
be
unimpeachable
by
any
recognized
opinion
.
In
conduct
these
ends
had
been
attained
;
but
the
difficulty
of
making
his
Key
to
all
Mythologies
unimpeachable
weighed
like
lead
upon
his
mind
;
and
the
pamphlets
—
or
"
Parerga
"
as
he
called
them
—
by
which
he
tested
his
public
and
deposited
small
monumental
records
of
his
march
,
were
far
from
having
been
seen
in
all
their
significance
.
He
suspected
the
Archdeacon
of
not
having
read
them
;
he
was
in
painful
doubt
as
to
what
was
really
thought
of
them
by
the
leading
minds
of
Brasenose
,
and
bitterly
convinced
that
his
old
acquaintance
Carp
had
been
the
writer
of
that
depreciatory
recension
which
was
kept
locked
in
a
small
drawer
of
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
desk
,
and
also
in
a
dark
closet
of
his
verbal
memory
.
These
were
heavy
impressions
to
struggle
against
,
and
brought
that
melancholy
embitterment
which
is
the
consequence
of
all
excessive
claim
:
even
his
religious
faith
wavered
with
his
wavering
trust
in
his
own
authorship
,
and
the
consolations
of
the
Christian
hope
in
immortality
seemed
to
lean
on
the
immortality
of
the
still
unwritten
Key
to
all
Mythologies
.
For
my
part
I
am
very
sorry
for
him
.
It
is
an
uneasy
lot
at
best
,
to
be
what
we
call
highly
taught
and
yet
not
to
enjoy
:
to
be
present
at
this
great
spectacle
of
life
and
never
to
be
liberated
from
a
small
hungry
shivering
self
—
never
to
be
fully
possessed
by
the
glory
we
behold
,
never
to
have
our
consciousness
rapturously
transformed
into
the
vividness
of
a
thought
,
the
ardor
of
a
passion
,
the
energy
of
an
action
,
but
always
to
be
scholarly
and
uninspired
,
ambitious
and
timid
,
scrupulous
and
dim
-
sighted
.
Becoming
a
dean
or
even
a
bishop
would
make
little
difference
,
I
fear
,
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
uneasiness
.
Doubtless
some
ancient
Greek
has
observed
that
behind
the
big
mask
and
the
speaking
-
trumpet
,
there
must
always
be
our
poor
little
eyes
peeping
as
usual
and
our
timorous
lips
more
or
less
under
anxious
control
.
To
this
mental
estate
mapped
out
a
quarter
of
a
century
before
,
to
sensibilities
thus
fenced
in
,
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
thought
of
annexing
happiness
with
a
lovely
young
bride
;
but
even
before
marriage
,
as
we
have
seen
,
he
found
himself
under
a
new
depression
in
the
consciousness
that
the
new
bliss
was
not
blissful
to
him
.
Inclination
yearned
back
to
its
old
,
easier
custom
.
And
the
deeper
he
went
in
domesticity
the
more
did
the
sense
of
acquitting
himself
and
acting
with
propriety
predominate
over
any
other
satisfaction
.
Marriage
,
like
religion
and
erudition
,
nay
,
like
authorship
itself
,
was
fated
to
become
an
outward
requirement
,
and
Edward
Casaubon
was
bent
on
fulfilling
unimpeachably
all
requirements
.
Even
drawing
Dorothea
into
use
in
his
study
,
according
to
his
own
intention
before
marriage
,
was
an
effort
which
he
was
always
tempted
to
defer
,
and
but
for
her
pleading
insistence
it
might
never
have
begun
.
But
she
had
succeeded
in
making
it
a
matter
of
course
that
she
should
take
her
place
at
an
early
hour
in
the
library
and
have
work
either
of
reading
aloud
or
copying
assigned
her
.
The
work
had
been
easier
to
define
because
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
adopted
an
immediate
intention
:
there
was
to
be
a
new
Parergon
,
a
small
monograph
on
some
lately
traced
indications
concerning
the
Egyptian
mysteries
whereby
certain
assertions
of
Warburton
’
s
could
be
corrected
.
References
were
extensive
even
here
,
but
not
altogether
shoreless
;
and
sentences
were
actually
to
be
written
in
the
shape
wherein
they
would
be
scanned
by
Brasenose
and
a
less
formidable
posterity
.
These
minor
monumental
productions
were
always
exciting
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
;
digestion
was
made
difficult
by
the
interference
of
citations
,
or
by
the
rivalry
of
dialectical
phrases
ringing
against
each
other
in
his
brain
.
And
from
the
first
there
was
to
be
a
Latin
dedication
about
which
everything
was
uncertain
except
that
it
was
not
to
be
addressed
to
Carp
:
it
was
a
poisonous
regret
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
that
he
had
once
addressed
a
dedication
to
Carp
in
which
he
had
numbered
that
member
of
the
animal
kingdom
among
the
viros
nullo
aevo
perituros
,
a
mistake
which
would
infallibly
lay
the
dedicator
open
to
ridicule
in
the
next
age
,
and
might
even
be
chuckled
over
by
Pike
and
Tench
in
the
present
.
Thus
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
in
one
of
his
busiest
epochs
,
and
as
I
began
to
say
a
little
while
ago
,
Dorothea
joined
him
early
in
the
library
where
he
had
breakfasted
alone
.
Celia
at
this
time
was
on
a
second
visit
to
Lowick
,
probably
the
last
before
her
marriage
,
and
was
in
the
drawing
-
room
expecting
Sir
James
.
Dorothea
had
learned
to
read
the
signs
of
her
husband
’
s
mood
,
and
she
saw
that
the
morning
had
become
more
foggy
there
during
the
last
hour
.
She
was
going
silently
to
her
desk
when
he
said
,
in
that
distant
tone
which
implied
that
he
was
discharging
a
disagreeable
duty
—
"
Dorothea
,
here
is
a
letter
for
you
,
which
was
enclosed
in
one
addressed
to
me
.
"
