Mr. Brooke’s pen went off into a little speech which it had lately reported for that imperfectly edited organ the Middlemarch Pioneer . While Mr. Brooke was sealing this letter, he felt elated with an influx of dim projects:⁠—a young man capable of putting ideas into form, the Pioneer purchased to clear the pathway for a new candidate, documents utilized⁠—who knew what might come of it all? Since Celia was going to marry immediately, it would be very pleasant to have a young fellow at table with him, at least for a time.

But he went away without telling Dorothea what he had put into the letter, for she was engaged with her husband, and⁠—in fact, these things were of no importance to her.