Middlemarch : a study of provincial life . was no passion behind thosesonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of amandolin ? Dorotheas faith supplied all that Mr. Casaubons Avordsseemed to leave unsaid : what believer sees a disturbingomission or infelicity ? The text, whether of prophet or ofpoet, expands for whatever we can put into it, and even hisbad grammar is sublime. I am very ignorant — you will quite wonder at my igno-rance, said Dorothea. J have so many thoughts that maybe quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all toyou, and ask you about them. But, she adde
Middlemarch : a study of provincial life . was no passion behind thosesonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of amandolin ? Dorotheas faith supplied all that Mr. Casaubons Avordsseemed to leave unsaid : what believer sees a disturbingomission or infelicity ? The text, whether of prophet or ofpoet, expands for whatever we can put into it, and even hisbad grammar is sublime. I am very ignorant — you will quite wonder at my igno-rance, said Dorothea. J have so many thoughts that maybe quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all toyou, and ask you about them. But, she added, with rapidimagination of Mr. Casaubons probable feeling, ^ I will nottrouble you too much ; only when you are inclined to listen tome. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects inyour own track. I shall gain enough if you will take me withyou there. How should I be able now to persevere in any path withoutyour companionship ? said Mr. Casaubon, kissing her candidbrow, and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed hijn a blessing. Mr. Casaubon and Dorothea. MISS BROOKE. 51 in every way suited to his peculiar wants. He was being uncon-sciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was en-tirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effectsor for remoter ends. It was this which made Dorothea so child-like, and, according to some judges, so stupid, with all herreputed cleverness ; as, for example, in the present case ofthrowing herself, metaphorically speaking, at Mr. Casaubonsfeet, and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were aProtestant Pope. She was not in the least teacliing to ask if he were good enough for her, but merelyasking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Before he left the next day it had been decidedthat the marriage should take place within six weeks. Whynot ? Mr. Casaubons house was ready. It was not a parson-age, but a considerable mansion, with much land attached to parsonage was
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