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Chapter 3 of middlemarch this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Margaret s bayat Middle March by George Eliot chapter 3. 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 if it had really occurred to Mr casaban to think of Miss Brook as a suitable wife for him the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed for they had had a long conversation in the morning while Celia who did not like the company of Mr casaban's moles and salonists had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curats ill-shad but married children Dorothea by this time had looked deep into the ungaged reservoir of Mr casaban's mind seeing reflected there in vague laparinthine extension every quality she herself brought had opened much of her own experience to him and had understood from him the scope of his great work also of attractively labyrinthine extent for he had been as instructive as Milton's affable archangel and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show what indeed had been attempted before but not with that thoroughness justice of comparison and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr casaban aimed that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were Corruptions of a tradition originally revealed having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there the vast field of mythical constructions became intelligible nay luminous with the reflected light of correspondences but to gather in this Great Harvest of Truth was no light or Speedy work his notes already made a formidable range of volumes but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still accumulating results and bring them like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books to fit a little Shelf in explaining this to Dorothea Mr casaban 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 clergymen is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of Lords Knights and other Noble and worthy men that Khan Latin but little 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 bossue 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 four when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that of 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 founded Mr casaban a listener who understood her at once who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when Dooley tempered with wise Conformity and could mention historical examples before unknown to her he thinks of me said Dorothea to herself or rather he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor Two Penny mirror and his feelings too his whole experience what a lake compared with my little pool Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age signs are small measurable things but interpretations are illimitable and in girls of sweet Ardent nature every sign is apt to conjure up Wonder hope belief vast as a sky and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge they are not always too grossly deceived for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good luck on a true description and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor Mortals in right conclusions starting a long way off the true point and proceeding by Loops and zigzags we now and then arrive just where we ought to be because Miss Brooke was Hasty in her trust it is not therefore clear that Mr casaban was Unworthy of it he stayed a little longer than he had intended on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr Brook who offered no bait except his own documents on machine breaking and Rick burning Mr casaban was called into the library to look at these in a heap while his host picked up first one and then the other to read aloud from in a skipping and uncertain way passing from one unfinished passage to another with a yes now but here and finally pushing them all aside to open the Journal of his youthful Continental travels look here here is all about Greece ramness the ruins of ramnus 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 morning for Parnassus the double peaked Parnassus all this volume is about Greece you know Mr Brook wound up rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward Mr casaban made a dignified though somewhat sad audience vowed in the right place and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible without showing disregard or impatience mindful that this desultoryness 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 land holder and custis rotolorum was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him on drawing her out as Celia remarked to herself and in looking at her his face was often lit up by a smile like pale wintry sunshine before he left the next morning while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brook along the gravel to Terrace he had mentioned to her that he felt the disadvantage of loneliness the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of Youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity and he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic Envoy whose words would be attended with results indeed Mr casaban 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 2nd 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 would serve instead of repetitions and not the ordinary long used blotting book which only tells of Forgotten writing but in this case Mr casaban's confidence was not likely to be falsified for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every Variety in experience is an epic it was three o'clock in the beautiful Breezy autumn day when Mr casaban drove off to his rectory at lowick only five miles from Tipton and Dorothea who had on her Bonnet in 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 Saint 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 color rose in her cheeks and her straw Bonnet which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket fell a little backward she would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagerness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and Bows never surpassed by any great race except the Fijian this was a trade of Miss Brook's asceticism but there was nothing of an ascetics expression in her brightful eyes as she looked before her not consciously seen But absorbing into the intensity of her mood the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of Light Between the far-off rows of limes whose Shadows touched each other all people young or old that is all people in those anti-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 Stefan have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be Miss Pippin adoring young pumpkin and dreaming along endless vistas of unwarying 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 swallowtail and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the Perfection of Womanhood that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue his exceptional ability and above all his perfect sincerity but perhaps no persons then living certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose Notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life and enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire and included neither the niceties of the trousseau the pattern of plate nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron it had now entered dorothea's mind that Mr casaban might wish to make her his wife and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude how good of him nay it would be almost as if a winged messenger had suddenly Stood Beside her path and held out his hand towards her for a long while she had been oppressed by 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 act of 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 characters unfolding the private experience of Sarah under the old dispensation and Dorcas under the new and the care of her soul over her Embroidery in her own Boudoir with the background of prospective 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 disposition the coercion it exercised over her life was but one aspect of a nature altogether Ardent theoretic and intellectually consequent but with such a nature struggling in the bands of narrow teaching hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a Labyrinth of petty courses a walled in Maze of small paths that led no wither the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency the thing which seemed to her best she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge and not to live in a pretended 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 girlish subjection to her own ignorance and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path I should learn everything then she said to herself still walking quickly along the bridal 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 everyday things with us would mean the greatest things it would be like Marian 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 now in England I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now everything seems like going on a mission to people whose language I 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 and loic 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 writer was Sir James Chatham he discerned Dorothea jumped off his horse at Once and having delivered it to his groom Advanced toward her with something white on his arm at which the two Setters were barking in an excited manner how delightful to meet you Miss Brook he said raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blonde hair it is hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to Miss Brook was annoyed 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 prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good and understanding 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 activity 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 color deeply as she returned his greeting with some haughtiness Sir James interpreted the heightened color in the way most gratifying to himself and thought he never saw Miss Brook 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 nearly as pets said Dorothea whose opinion was forming itself that very moment as opinions will under the heat of irritation o y said Sir James as they walked forward I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy they are too helpless 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 are usually 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 Brook decided that it had better not have been born but she felt it necessary to explain you must not judge a serious 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'm 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 complimenting 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 if that seems 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 they're all the same though I am unable to see it I think there are a 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 genius to use his expression he said you wanted Mr Brook 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 laborers can never pay rent to make it answer but after all it is worth doing worth doing yes indeed said Dorothea energetically forgetting her previous small vexations I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords all of us who let tenants live in such styes as we see around us life in Cottages might be happier than ours if they were real houses fit for human beings from whom we expect to do these 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 Cottages in loden's book and picked out what seemed 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 loic and more and more elsewhere in imitation it would be as if the spirit of Oberlin had passed over the parishes to make the life of 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 progress in Miss Brook's good opinion The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia and a mission 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 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 Notions 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 herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow 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 repsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring not listening 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 could never understand 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 casaban 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 him and was convinced that her first impressions had been just he was all she had at first imagined him to be almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine or the inscription 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 instructive correction what delightful companionship Mr casaban seemed even unconscious that trivialities existed and never handed round that small talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard he talked of what he was interested in or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility to Dorothea this was adorable genuineness and religious abstinence from that artificiality which uses up the soul in the efforts of pretense for she looked as reverently at Mr casaban's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning he ascended 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 use in short Dorothea saw that here she might reckon on understanding sympathy and guidance on one only one of her favorite themes she was disappointed Mr casaban apparently did not care about building cottages and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians 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 despots should she not urge these arguments on Mr casaban when he came again but further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention 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 speculations but her uncle had been invited to go to loic to stay a couple of days was it reasonable to suppose that Mr casaban delighted in Mr Brooks Society for its own sake either with or without documents meanwhile that little disappointment made her Delight the more in Sir James Chatham's Readiness to set on foot the desired improvements he came much oftener than Mr casaban 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 transfer 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 ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law it is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little willfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility 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 Mr casaban all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last Doom of ignorance and folly end of chapter 3.