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"
That
would
be
a
different
affair
.
She
is
NOT
my
daughter
,
and
I
don
’
t
feel
called
upon
to
interfere
.
Casaubon
is
as
good
as
most
of
us
.
He
is
a
scholarly
clergyman
,
and
creditable
to
the
cloth
.
Some
Radical
fellow
speechifying
at
Middlemarch
said
Casaubon
was
the
learned
straw
-
chopping
incumbent
,
and
Freke
was
the
brick
-
and
-
mortar
incumbent
,
and
I
was
the
angling
incumbent
.
And
upon
my
word
,
I
don
’
t
see
that
one
is
worse
or
better
than
the
other
.
"
The
Rector
ended
with
his
silent
laugh
.
He
always
saw
the
joke
of
any
satire
against
himself
.
His
conscience
was
large
and
easy
,
like
the
rest
of
him
:
it
did
only
what
it
could
do
without
any
trouble
.
Clearly
,
there
would
be
no
interference
with
Miss
Brooke
’
s
marriage
through
Mr
.
Cadwallader
;
and
Sir
James
felt
with
some
sadness
that
she
was
to
have
perfect
liberty
of
misjudgment
.
It
was
a
sign
of
his
good
disposition
that
he
did
not
slacken
at
all
in
his
intention
of
carrying
out
Dorothea
’
s
de
.
sign
of
the
cottages
.
Doubtless
this
persistence
was
the
best
course
for
his
own
dignity
:
but
pride
only
helps
us
to
be
generous
;
it
never
makes
us
so
,
any
more
than
vanity
makes
us
witty
.
She
was
now
enough
aware
of
Sir
James
’
s
position
with
regard
to
her
,
to
appreciate
the
rectitude
of
his
perseverance
in
a
landlord
’
s
duty
,
to
which
he
had
at
first
been
urged
by
a
lover
’
s
complaisance
,
and
her
pleasure
in
it
was
great
enough
to
count
for
something
even
in
her
present
happiness
.
Per
.
haps
she
gave
to
Sir
James
Chettam
’
s
cottages
all
the
interest
she
could
spare
from
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
or
rather
from
the
symphony
of
hopeful
dreams
,
admiring
trust
,
and
passionate
self
devotion
which
that
learned
gentleman
had
set
playing
in
her
soul
.
Hence
it
happened
that
in
the
good
baronet
’
s
succeed
ing
visits
,
while
he
was
beginning
to
pay
small
attentions
to
Celia
,
he
found
himself
talking
with
more
and
more
pleasure
to
Dorothea
She
was
perfectly
unconstrained
and
without
irritation
towards
him
now
,
and
he
was
gradually
discovering
the
delight
there
is
in
frank
kindness
and
companionship
between
a
man
and
a
woman
who
have
no
passion
to
hide
or
confess
.
1st
Gent
.
An
ancient
land
in
ancient
oraclesIs
called
"
law
-
thirsty
"
:
all
the
struggle
thereWas
after
order
and
a
perfect
rule
.
Pray
,
where
lie
such
lands
now
?
.
.
.
2d
Gent
.
Why
,
where
they
lay
of
old
—
in
human
souls
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
behavior
about
settlements
was
highly
satisfactory
to
Mr
.
Brooke
,
and
the
preliminaries
of
marriage
rolled
smoothly
along
,
shortening
the
weeks
of
courtship
.
The
betrothed
bride
must
see
her
future
home
,
and
dictate
any
changes
that
she
would
like
to
have
made
there
.
A
woman
dictates
before
marriage
in
order
that
she
may
have
an
appetite
for
submission
afterwards
.
And
certainly
,
the
mistakes
that
we
male
and
female
mortals
make
when
we
have
our
own
way
might
fairly
raise
some
wonder
that
we
are
so
fond
of
it
.
On
a
gray
but
dry
November
morning
Dorothea
drove
to
Lowick
in
company
with
her
uncle
and
Celia
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
home
was
the
manor
-
house
.
Close
by
,
visible
from
some
parts
of
the
garden
,
was
the
little
church
,
with
the
old
parsonage
opposite
.
In
the
beginning
of
his
career
,
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
only
held
the
living
,
but
the
death
of
his
brother
had
put
him
in
possession
of
the
manor
also
.
It
had
a
small
park
,
with
a
fine
old
oak
here
and
there
,
and
an
avenue
of
limes
towards
the
southwest
front
,
with
a
sunk
fence
between
park
and
pleasure
-
ground
,
so
that
from
the
drawing
-
room
windows
the
glance
swept
uninterruptedly
along
a
slope
of
greensward
till
the
limes
ended
in
a
level
of
corn
and
pastures
,
which
often
seemed
to
melt
into
a
lake
under
the
setting
sun
.
This
was
the
happy
side
of
the
house
,
for
the
south
and
east
looked
rather
melancholy
even
under
the
brightest
morning
.
The
grounds
here
were
more
confined
,
the
flower
-
beds
showed
no
very
careful
tendance
,
and
large
clumps
of
trees
,
chiefly
of
sombre
yews
,
had
risen
high
,
not
ten
yards
from
the
windows
.
The
building
,
of
greenish
stone
,
was
in
the
old
English
style
,
not
ugly
,
but
small
-
windowed
and
melancholy
-
looking
:
the
sort
of
house
that
must
have
children
,
many
flowers
,
open
windows
,
and
little
vistas
of
bright
things
,
to
make
it
seem
a
joyous
home
.
In
this
latter
end
of
autumn
,
with
a
sparse
remnant
of
yellow
leaves
falling
slowly
athwart
the
dark
evergreens
in
a
stillness
without
sunshine
,
the
house
too
had
an
air
of
autumnal
decline
,
and
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
when
he
presented
himself
,
had
no
bloom
that
could
be
thrown
into
relief
by
that
background
.
"
Oh
dear
!
"
Celia
said
to
herself
,
"
I
am
sure
Freshitt
Hall
would
have
been
pleasanter
than
this
.
"
She
thought
of
the
white
freestone
,
the
pillared
portico
,
and
the
terrace
full
of
flowers
,
Sir
James
smiling
above
them
like
a
prince
issuing
from
his
enchantment
in
a
rose
-
bush
,
with
a
handkerchief
swiftly
metamorphosed
from
the
most
delicately
odorous
petals
—
Sir
James
,
who
talked
so
agreeably
,
always
about
things
which
had
common
-
sense
in
them
,
and
not
about
learning
!
Celia
had
those
light
young
feminine
tastes
which
grave
and
weatherworn
gentlemen
sometimes
prefer
in
a
wife
;
but
happily
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
bias
had
been
different
,
for
he
would
have
had
no
chance
with
Celia
.
Dorothea
,
on
the
contrary
,
found
the
house
and
grounds
all
that
she
could
wish
:
the
dark
book
-
shelves
in
the
long
library
,
the
carpets
and
curtains
with
colors
subdued
by
time
,
the
curious
old
maps
and
bird
’
s
-
eye
views
on
the
walls
of
the
corridor
,
with
here
and
there
an
old
vase
below
,
had
no
oppression
for
her
,
and
seemed
more
cheerful
than
the
easts
and
pictures
at
the
Grange
,
which
her
uncle
had
long
ago
brought
home
from
his
travels
—
they
being
probably
among
the
ideas
he
had
taken
in
at
one
time
.
To
poor
Dorothea
these
severe
classical
nudities
and
smirking
Renaissance
-
Correggiosities
were
painfully
inexplicable
,
staring
into
the
midst
of
her
Puritanic
conceptions
:
she
had
never
been
taught
how
she
could
bring
them
into
any
sort
of
relevance
with
her
life
.
But
the
owners
of
Lowick
apparently
had
not
been
travellers
,
and
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
studies
of
the
past
were
not
carried
on
by
means
of
such
aids
.
