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"
I
suppose
it
is
being
engaged
to
be
married
that
has
made
you
think
patience
good
,
"
said
Celia
,
as
soon
as
she
and
Dorothea
were
alone
together
,
taking
off
their
wrappings
.
"
You
mean
that
I
am
very
impatient
,
Celia
.
"
"
Yes
;
when
people
don
’
t
do
and
say
just
what
you
like
.
"
Celia
had
become
less
afraid
of
"
saying
things
"
to
Dorothea
since
this
engagement
:
cleverness
seemed
to
her
more
pitiable
than
ever
.
"
He
had
catched
a
great
cold
,
had
he
had
no
other
clothes
to
wear
than
the
skin
of
a
bear
not
yet
killed
.
"
—
FULLER
.
Young
Ladislaw
did
not
pay
that
visit
to
which
Mr
.
Brooke
had
invited
him
,
and
only
six
days
afterwards
Mr
.
Casaubon
mentioned
that
his
young
relative
had
started
for
the
Continent
,
seeming
by
this
cold
vagueness
to
waive
inquiry
.
Indeed
,
Will
had
declined
to
fix
on
any
more
precise
destination
than
the
entire
area
of
Europe
.
Genius
,
he
held
,
is
necessarily
intolerant
of
fetters
:
on
the
one
hand
it
must
have
the
utmost
play
for
its
spontaneity
;
on
the
other
,
it
may
confidently
await
those
messages
from
the
universe
which
summon
it
to
its
peculiar
work
,
only
placing
itself
in
an
attitude
of
receptivity
towards
all
sublime
chances
.
The
attitudes
of
receptivity
are
various
,
and
Will
had
sincerely
tried
many
of
them
.
He
was
not
excessively
fond
of
wine
,
but
he
had
several
times
taken
too
much
,
simply
as
an
experiment
in
that
form
of
ecstasy
;
he
had
fasted
till
he
was
faint
,
and
then
supped
on
lobster
;
he
had
made
himself
ill
with
doses
of
opium
.
Nothing
greatly
original
had
resulted
from
these
measures
;
and
the
effects
of
the
opium
had
convinced
him
that
there
was
an
entire
dissimilarity
between
his
constitution
and
De
Quincey
’
s
.
The
superadded
circumstance
which
would
evolve
the
genius
had
not
yet
come
;
the
universe
had
not
yet
beckoned
.
Even
Caesar
’
s
fortune
at
one
time
was
,
but
a
grand
presentiment
.
We
know
what
a
masquerade
all
development
is
,
and
what
effective
shapes
may
be
disguised
in
helpless
embryos
.
—
In
fact
,
the
world
is
full
of
hopeful
analogies
and
handsome
dubious
eggs
called
possibilities
.
Will
saw
clearly
enough
the
pitiable
instances
of
long
incubation
producing
no
chick
,
and
but
for
gratitude
would
have
laughed
at
Casaubon
,
whose
plodding
application
,
rows
of
note
-
books
,
and
small
taper
of
learned
theory
exploring
the
tossed
ruins
of
the
world
,
seemed
to
enforce
a
moral
entirely
encouraging
to
Will
’
s
generous
reliance
on
the
intentions
of
the
universe
with
regard
to
himself
.
He
held
that
reliance
to
be
a
mark
of
genius
;
and
certainly
it
is
no
mark
to
the
contrary
;
genius
consisting
neither
in
self
-
conceit
nor
in
humility
,
but
in
a
power
to
make
or
do
,
not
anything
in
general
,
but
something
in
particular
.
Let
him
start
for
the
Continent
,
then
,
without
our
pronouncing
on
his
future
.
Among
all
forms
of
mistake
,
prophecy
is
the
most
gratuitous
.
But
at
present
this
caution
against
a
too
hasty
judgment
interests
me
more
in
relation
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
than
to
his
young
cousin
.
If
to
Dorothea
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
been
the
mere
occasion
which
had
set
alight
the
fine
inflammable
material
of
her
youthful
illusions
,
does
it
follow
that
he
was
fairly
represented
in
the
minds
of
those
less
impassioned
personages
who
have
hitherto
delivered
their
judgments
concerning
him
?
I
protest
against
any
absolute
conclusion
,
any
prejudice
derived
from
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
’
s
contempt
for
a
neighboring
clergyman
’
s
alleged
greatness
of
soul
,
or
Sir
James
Chettam
’
s
poor
opinion
of
his
rival
’
s
legs
—
from
Mr
.
Brooke
’
s
failure
to
elicit
a
companion
’
s
ideas
,
or
from
Celia
’
s
criticism
of
a
middle
-
aged
scholar
’
s
personal
appearance
.
I
am
not
sure
that
the
greatest
man
of
his
age
,
if
ever
that
solitary
superlative
existed
,
could
escape
these
unfavorable
reflections
of
himself
in
various
small
mirrors
;
and
even
Milton
,
looking
for
his
portrait
in
a
spoon
,
must
submit
to
have
the
facial
angle
of
a
bumpkin
.
Moreover
,
if
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
speaking
for
himself
,
has
rather
a
chilling
rhetoric
,
it
is
not
therefore
certain
that
there
is
no
good
work
or
fine
feeling
in
him
.
Did
not
an
immortal
physicist
and
interpreter
of
hieroglyphs
write
detestable
verses
?
Has
the
theory
of
the
solar
system
been
advanced
by
graceful
manners
and
conversational
tact
?
Suppose
we
turn
from
outside
estimates
of
a
man
,
to
wonder
,
with
keener
interest
,
what
is
the
report
of
his
own
consciousness
about
his
doings
or
capacity
:
with
what
hindrances
he
is
carrying
on
his
daily
labors
;
what
fading
of
hopes
,
or
what
deeper
fixity
of
self
-
delusion
the
years
are
marking
off
within
him
;
and
with
what
spirit
he
wrestles
against
universal
pressure
,
which
will
one
day
be
too
heavy
for
him
,
and
bring
his
heart
to
its
final
pause
.
Doubtless
his
lot
is
important
in
his
own
eyes
;
and
the
chief
reason
that
we
think
he
asks
too
large
a
place
in
our
consideration
must
be
our
want
of
room
for
him
,
since
we
refer
him
to
the
Divine
regard
with
perfect
confidence
;
nay
,
it
is
even
held
sublime
for
our
neighbor
to
expect
the
utmost
there
,
however
little
he
may
have
got
from
us
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
too
,
was
the
centre
of
his
own
world
;
if
he
was
liable
to
think
that
others
were
providentially
made
for
him
,
and
especially
to
consider
them
in
the
light
of
their
fitness
for
the
author
of
a
"
Key
to
all
Mythologies
,
"
this
trait
is
not
quite
alien
to
us
,
and
,
like
the
other
mendicant
hopes
of
mortals
,
claims
some
of
our
pity
.
Certainly
this
affair
of
his
marriage
with
Miss
Brooke
touched
him
more
nearly
than
it
did
any
one
of
the
persons
who
have
hitherto
shown
their
disapproval
of
it
,
and
in
the
present
stage
of
things
I
feel
more
tenderly
towards
his
experience
of
success
than
towards
the
disappointment
of
the
amiable
Sir
James
.
For
in
truth
,
as
the
day
fixed
for
his
marriage
came
nearer
,
Mr
.
Casaubon
did
not
find
his
spirits
rising
;
nor
did
the
contemplation
of
that
matrimonial
garden
scene
,
where
,
as
all
experience
showed
,
the
path
was
to
be
bordered
with
flowers
,
prove
persistently
more
enchanting
bo
him
than
the
accustomed
vaults
where
he
walked
taper
in
hand
.
He
did
not
confess
to
himself
,
still
less
could
he
have
breathed
to
another
,
his
surprise
that
though
he
had
won
a
lovely
and
noble
-
hearted
girl
he
had
not
won
delight
—
which
he
had
also
regarded
as
an
object
to
be
found
by
search
.
It
is
true
that
he
knew
all
the
classical
passages
implying
the
contrary
;
but
knowing
classical
passages
,
we
find
,
is
a
mode
of
motion
,
which
explains
why
they
leave
so
little
extra
force
for
their
personal
application
.
