Icannot
help
that
,
sir
.
I
will
not
let
the
close
of
your
life
soil
the
beginning
of
mine
.
I
will
not
touch
your
iron
chest
or
your
will
.
"
She
moved
to
a
little
distance
from
the
bedside
.
The
old
man
paused
with
a
blank
stare
for
a
little
while
,
holding
the
one
key
erect
on
the
ring
;
then
with
an
agitated
jerk
he
began
to
work
with
his
bony
left
hand
at
emptying
the
tin
box
before
him
.
"
Missy
,
"
he
began
to
say
,
hurriedly
,
"
look
here
!
take
the
money
—
the
notes
and
gold
—
look
here
—
take
it
—
you
shall
have
it
all
—
do
as
I
tell
you
.
"
He
made
an
effort
to
stretch
out
the
key
towards
her
as
far
as
possible
,
and
Mary
again
retreated
.
"
I
will
not
touch
your
key
or
your
money
,
sir
.
Pray
do
n't
ask
me
to
do
it
again
.
If
you
do
,
I
must
go
and
call
your
brother
.
"
He
let
his
hand
fall
,
and
for
the
first
time
in
her
life
Mary
saw
old
Peter
Featherstone
begin
to
cry
childishly
.
She
said
,
in
as
gentle
a
tone
as
she
could
command
,
"
Pray
put
up
your
money
,
sir
;
"
and
then
went
away
to
her
seat
by
the
fire
,
hoping
this
would
help
to
convince
him
that
it
was
useless
to
say
more
.
Presently
he
rallied
and
said
eagerly
—
"
Look
here
,
then
.
Call
the
young
chap
.
Call
Fred
Vincy
.
"
Mary
's
heart
began
to
beat
more
quickly
.
Various
ideas
rushed
through
her
mind
as
to
what
the
burning
of
a
second
will
might
imply
.
She
had
to
make
a
difficult
decision
in
a
hurry
.
"
I
will
call
him
,
if
you
will
let
me
call
Mr.
Jonah
and
others
with
him
.
"
"
Nobody
else
,
I
say
.
The
young
chap
.
I
shall
do
as
I
like
.
"
"
Wait
till
broad
daylight
,
sir
,
when
every
one
is
stirring
.
Or
let
me
call
Simmons
now
,
to
go
and
fetch
the
lawyer
?
He
can
be
here
in
less
than
two
hours
.
"
"
Lawyer
?
What
do
I
want
with
the
lawyer
?
Nobody
shall
know
—
I
say
,
nobody
shall
know
.
I
shall
do
as
I
like
.
"
"
Let
me
call
some
one
else
,
sir
,
"
said
Mary
,
persuasively
.
She
did
not
like
her
position
—
alone
with
the
old
man
,
who
seemed
to
show
a
strange
flaring
of
nervous
energy
which
enabled
him
to
speak
again
and
again
without
falling
into
his
usual
cough
;
yet
she
desired
not
to
push
unnecessarily
the
contradiction
which
agitated
him
.
"
Let
me
,
pray
,
call
some
one
else
.
"
"
You
let
me
alone
,
I
say
.
Look
here
,
missy
.
Take
the
money
.
You
'll
never
have
the
chance
again
.
It
's
pretty
nigh
two
hundred
—
there
's
more
in
the
box
,
and
nobody
knows
how
much
there
was
.
Take
it
and
do
as
I
tell
you
.
"
Mary
,
standing
by
the
fire
,
saw
its
red
light
falling
on
the
old
man
,
propped
up
on
his
pillows
and
bed-rest
,
with
his
bony
hand
holding
out
the
key
,
and
the
money
lying
on
the
quilt
before
him
.
She
never
forgot
that
vision
of
a
man
wanting
to
do
as
he
liked
at
the
last
.
But
the
way
in
which
he
had
put
the
offer
of
the
money
urged
her
to
speak
with
harder
resolution
than
ever
.
"
It
is
of
no
use
,
sir
.
I
will
not
do
it
.
Put
up
your
money
.
I
will
not
touch
your
money
.
I
will
do
anything
else
I
can
to
comfort
you
;
but
I
will
not
touch
your
keys
or
your
money
.
"
"
Anything
else
—
anything
else
!
"
said
old
Featherstone
,
with
hoarse
rage
,
which
,
as
if
in
a
nightmare
,
tried
to
be
loud
,
and
yet
was
only
just
audible
.
"
I
want
nothing
else
.
You
come
here
—
you
come
here
.
"
Mary
approached
him
cautiously
,
knowing
him
too
well
.
She
saw
him
dropping
his
keys
and
trying
to
grasp
his
stick
,
while
he
looked
at
her
like
an
aged
hyena
,
the
muscles
of
his
face
getting
distorted
with
the
effort
of
his
hand
.
She
paused
at
a
safe
distance
.
"
Let
me
give
you
some
cordial
,
"
she
said
,
quietly
,
"
and
try
to
compose
yourself
.
You
will
perhaps
go
to
sleep
.
And
to-morrow
by
daylight
you
can
do
as
you
like
.
"
He
lifted
the
stick
,
in
spite
of
her
being
beyond
his
reach
,
and
threw
it
with
a
hard
effort
which
was
but
impotence
.
It
fell
,
slipping
over
the
foot
of
the
bed
.
Mary
let
it
lie
,
and
retreated
to
her
chair
by
the
fire
.
By-and-by
she
would
go
to
him
with
the
cordial
.
Fatigue
would
make
him
passive
.
It
was
getting
towards
the
chillest
moment
of
the
morning
,
the
fire
had
got
low
,
and
she
could
see
through
the
chink
between
the
moreen
window-curtains
the
light
whitened
by
the
blind
.
Having
put
some
wood
on
the
fire
and
thrown
a
shawl
over
her
,
she
sat
down
,
hoping
that
Mr.
Featherstone
might
now
fall
asleep
.
If
she
went
near
him
the
irritation
might
be
kept
up
.
He
had
said
nothing
after
throwing
the
stick
,
but
she
had
seen
him
taking
his
keys
again
and
laying
his
right
hand
on
the
money
.
He
did
not
put
it
up
,
however
,
and
she
thought
that
he
was
dropping
off
to
sleep
.
But
Mary
herself
began
to
be
more
agitated
by
the
remembrance
of
what
she
had
gone
through
,
than
she
had
been
by
the
reality
—
questioning
those
acts
of
hers
which
had
come
imperatively
and
excluded
all
question
in
the
critical
moment
.
Presently
the
dry
wood
sent
out
a
flame
which
illuminated
every
crevice
,
and
Mary
saw
that
the
old
man
was
lying
quietly
with
his
head
turned
a
little
on
one
side
.
She
went
towards
him
with
inaudible
steps
,
and
thought
that
his
face
looked
strangely
motionless
;
but
the
next
moment
the
movement
of
the
flame
communicating
itself
to
all
objects
made
her
uncertain
.
The
violent
beating
of
her
heart
rendered
her
perceptions
so
doubtful
that
even
when
she
touched
him
and
listened
for
his
breathing
,
she
could
not
trust
her
conclusions
.
She
went
to
the
window
and
gently
propped
aside
the
curtain
and
blind
,
so
that
the
still
light
of
the
sky
fell
on
the
bed
.
The
next
moment
she
ran
to
the
bell
and
rang
it
energetically
.
In
a
very
little
while
there
was
no
longer
any
doubt
that
Peter
Featherstone
was
dead
,
with
his
right
hand
clasping
the
keys
,
and
his
left
hand
lying
on
the
heap
of
notes
and
gold
.
BOOK
IV
.
THREE
LOVE
PROBLEMS
.
CHAPTER
XXXIV
.
"
1st
Gent
.
Such
men
as
this
are
feathers
,
chips
,
and
straws
,
Carry
no
weight
,
no
force
.
2d
Gent
.
But
levity
Is
causal
too
,
and
makes
the
sum
of
weight
.
For
power
finds
its
place
in
lack
of
power
;
Advance
is
cession
,
and
the
driven
ship
May
run
aground
because
the
helmsman
's
thought
Lacked
force
to
balance
opposites
.
"
It
was
on
a
morning
of
May
that
Peter
Featherstone
was
buried
.
In
the
prosaic
neighborhood
of
Middlemarch
,
May
was
not
always
warm
and
sunny
,
and
on
this
particular
morning
a
chill
wind
was
blowing
the
blossoms
from
the
surrounding
gardens
on
to
the
green
mounds
of
Lowick
churchyard
.
Swiftly
moving
clouds
only
now
and
then
allowed
a
gleam
to
light
up
any
object
,
whether
ugly
or
beautiful
,
that
happened
to
stand
within
its
golden
shower
.
In
the
churchyard
the
objects
were
remarkably
various
,
for
there
was
a
little
country
crowd
waiting
to
see
the
funeral
.
The
news
had
spread
that
it
was
to
be
a
"
big
burying
;
"
the
old
gentleman
had
left
written
directions
about
everything
and
meant
to
have
a
funeral
"
beyond
his
betters
.
"
This
was
true
;
for
old
Featherstone
had
not
been
a
Harpagon
whose
passions
had
all
been
devoured
by
the
ever-lean
and
ever-hungry
passion
of
saving
,
and
who
would
drive
a
bargain
with
his
undertaker
beforehand
.
He
loved
money
,
but
he
also
loved
to
spend
it
in
gratifying
his
peculiar
tastes
,
and
perhaps
he
loved
it
best
of
all
as
a
means
of
making
others
feel
his
power
more
or
less
uncomfortably
.
If
any
one
will
here
contend
that
there
must
have
been
traits
of
goodness
in
old
Featherstone
,
I
will
not
presume
to
deny
this
;
but
I
must
observe
that
goodness
is
of
a
modest
nature
,
easily
discouraged
,
and
when
much
privacy
,
elbowed
in
early
life
by
unabashed
vices
,
is
apt
to
retire
into
extreme
privacy
,
so
that
it
is
more
easily
believed
in
by
those
who
construct
a
selfish
old
gentleman
theoretically
,
than
by
those
who
form
the
narrower
judgments
based
on
his
personal
acquaintance
.
In
any
case
,
he
had
been
bent
on
having
a
handsome
funeral
,
and
on
having
persons
"
bid
"
to
it
who
would
rather
have
stayed
at
home
.
He
had
even
desired
that
female
relatives
should
follow
him
to
the
grave
,
and
poor
sister
Martha
had
taken
a
difficult
journey
for
this
purpose
from
the
Chalky
Flats
.
She
and
Jane
would
have
been
altogether
cheered
(
in
a
tearful
manner
)
by
this
sign
that
a
brother
who
disliked
seeing
them
while
he
was
living
had
been
prospectively
fond
of
their
presence
when
he
should
have
become
a
testator
,
if
the
sign
had
not
been
made
equivocal
by
being
extended
to
Mrs.
Vincy
,
whose
expense
in
handsome
crape
seemed
to
imply
the
most
presumptuous
hopes
,
aggravated
by
a
bloom
of
complexion
which
told
pretty
plainly
that
she
was
not
a
blood-relation
,
but
of
that
generally
objectionable
class
called
wife
's
kin
.
We
are
all
of
us
imaginative
in
some
form
or
other
,
for
images
are
the
brood
of
desire
;
and
poor
old
Featherstone
,
who
laughed
much
at
the
way
in
which
others
cajoled
themselves
,
did
not
escape
the
fellowship
of
illusion
.
In
writing
the
programme
for
his
burial
he
certainly
did
not
make
clear
to
himself
that
his
pleasure
in
the
little
drama
of
which
it
formed
a
part
was
confined
to
anticipation
.
In
chuckling
over
the
vexations
he
could
inflict
by
the
rigid
clutch
of
his
dead
hand
,
he
inevitably
mingled
his
consciousness
with
that
livid
stagnant
presence
,
and
so
far
as
he
was
preoccupied
with
a
future
life
,
it
was
with
one
of
gratification
inside
his
coffin
.
Thus
old
Featherstone
was
imaginative
,
after
his
fashion
.
However
,
the
three
mourning-coaches
were
filled
according
to
the
written
orders
of
the
deceased
.
There
were
pall-bearers
on
horseback
,
with
the
richest
scarfs
and
hatbands
,
and
even
the
under-bearers
had
trappings
of
woe
which
were
of
a
good
well-priced
quality
.
The
black
procession
,
when
dismounted
,
looked
the
larger
for
the
smallness
of
the
churchyard
;
the
heavy
human
faces
and
the
black
draperies
shivering
in
the
wind
seemed
to
tell
of
a
world
strangely
incongruous
with
the
lightly
dropping
blossoms
and
the
gleams
of
sunshine
on
the
daisies
.
The
clergyman
who
met
the
procession
was
Mr.
Cadwallader
—
also
according
to
the
request
of
Peter
Featherstone
,
prompted
as
usual
by
peculiar
reasons
.
Having
a
contempt
for
curates
,
whom
he
always
called
understrappers
,
he
was
resolved
to
be
buried
by
a
beneficed
clergyman
.
Mr.
Casaubon
was
out
of
the
question
,
not
merely
because
he
declined
duty
of
this
sort
,
but
because
Featherstone
had
an
especial
dislike
to
him
as
the
rector
of
his
own
parish
,
who
had
a
lien
on
the
land
in
the
shape
of
tithe
,
also
as
the
deliverer
of
morning
sermons
,
which
the
old
man
,
being
in
his
pew
and
not
at
all
sleepy
,
had
been
obliged
to
sit
through
with
an
inward
snarl
.
He
had
an
objection
to
a
parson
stuck
up
above
his
head
preaching
to
him
.
But
his
relations
with
Mr.
Cadwallader
had
been
of
a
different
kind
:
the
trout-stream
which
ran
through
Mr.
Casaubon
's
land
took
its
course
through
Featherstone
's
also
,
so
that
Mr.
Cadwallader
was
a
parson
who
had
had
to
ask
a
favour
instead
of
preaching
.
Moreover
,
he
was
one
of
the
high
gentry
living
four
miles
away
from
Lowick
,
and
was
thus
exalted
to
an
equal
sky
with
the
sheriff
of
the
county
and
other
dignities
vaguely
regarded
as
necessary
to
the
system
of
things
.
There
would
be
a
satisfaction
in
being
buried
by
Mr.
Cadwallader
,
whose
very
name
offered
a
fine
opportunity
for
pronouncing
wrongly
if
you
liked
.
This
distinction
conferred
on
the
Rector
of
Tipton
and
Freshitt
was
the
reason
why
Mrs.
Cadwallader
made
one
of
the
group
that
watched
old
Featherstone
's
funeral
from
an
upper
window
of
the
manor
.
She
was
not
fond
of
visiting
that
house
,
but
she
liked
,
as
she
said
,
to
see
collections
of
strange
animals
such
as
there
would
be
at
this
funeral
;
and
she
had
persuaded
Sir
James
and
the
young
Lady
Chettam
to
drive
the
Rector
and
herself
to
Lowick
in
order
that
the
visit
might
be
altogether
pleasant
.
"
I
will
go
anywhere
with
you
,
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
"
Celia
had
said
;
"
but
I
do
n't
like
funerals
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
dear
,
when
you
have
a
clergyman
in
your
family
you
must
accommodate
your
tastes
:
I
did
that
very
early
.
When
I
married
Humphrey
I
made
up
my
mind
to
like
sermons
,
and
I
set
out
by
liking
the
end
very
much
.
That
soon
spread
to
the
middle
and
the
beginning
,
because
I
could
n't
have
the
end
without
them
.
"
"
No
,
to
be
sure
not
,
"
said
the
Dowager
Lady
Chettam
,
with
stately
emphasis
.
The
upper
window
from
which
the
funeral
could
be
well
seen
was
in
the
room
occupied
by
Mr.
Casaubon
when
he
had
been
forbidden
to
work
;
but
he
had
resumed
nearly
his
habitual
style
of
life
now
in
spite
of
warnings
and
prescriptions
,
and
after
politely
welcoming
Mrs.
Cadwallader
had
slipped
again
into
the
library
to
chew
a
cud
of
erudite
mistake
about
Cush
and
Mizraim
.
But
for
her
visitors
Dorothea
too
might
have
been
shut
up
in
the
library
,
and
would
not
have
witnessed
this
scene
of
old
Featherstone
's
funeral
,
which
,
aloof
as
it
seemed
to
be
from
the
tenor
of
her
life
,
always
afterwards
came
back
to
her
at
the
touch
of
certain
sensitive
points
in
memory
,
just
as
the
vision
of
St.
Peter
's
at
Rome
was
inwoven
with
moods
of
despondency
.
Scenes
which
make
vital
changes
in
our
neighbors
'
lot
are
but
the
background
of
our
own
,
yet
,
like
a
particular
aspect
of
the
fields
and
trees
,
they
become
associated
for
us
with
the
epochs
of
our
own
history
,
and
make
a
part
of
that
unity
which
lies
in
the
selection
of
our
keenest
consciousness
.
The
dream-like
association
of
something
alien
and
ill-understood
with
the
deepest
secrets
of
her
experience
seemed
to
mirror
that
sense
of
loneliness
which
was
due
to
the
very
ardor
of
Dorothea
's
nature
.
The
country
gentry
of
old
time
lived
in
a
rarefied
social
air
:
dotted
apart
on
their
stations
up
the
mountain
they
looked
down
with
imperfect
discrimination
on
the
belts
of
thicker
life
below
.
And
Dorothea
was
not
at
ease
in
the
perspective
and
chilliness
of
that
height
.
"
I
shall
not
look
any
more
,
"
said
Celia
,
after
the
train
had
entered
the
church
,
placing
herself
a
little
behind
her
husband
's
elbow
so
that
she
could
slyly
touch
his
coat
with
her
cheek
.
"
I
dare
say
Dodo
likes
it
:
she
is
fond
of
melancholy
things
and
ugly
people
.
"
"
I
am
fond
of
knowing
something
about
the
people
I
live
among
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
who
had
been
watching
everything
with
the
interest
of
a
monk
on
his
holiday
tour
.
"
It
seems
to
me
we
know
nothing
of
our
neighbors
,
unless
they
are
cottagers
.
One
is
constantly
wondering
what
sort
of
lives
other
people
lead
,
and
how
they
take
things
.
I
am
quite
obliged
to
Mrs.
Cadwallader
for
coming
and
calling
me
out
of
the
library
.
"
"
Quite
right
to
feel
obliged
to
me
,
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
.
"
Your
rich
Lowick
farmers
are
as
curious
as
any
buffaloes
or
bisons
,
and
I
dare
say
you
do
n't
half
see
them
at
church
.
They
are
quite
different
from
your
uncle
's
tenants
or
Sir
James
's
—
monsters
—
farmers
without
landlords
—
one
ca
n't
tell
how
to
class
them
.
"
"
Most
of
these
followers
are
not
Lowick
people
,
"
said
Sir
James
;
"
I
suppose
they
are
legatees
from
a
distance
,
or
from
Middlemarch
.
Lovegood
tells
me
the
old
fellow
has
left
a
good
deal
of
money
as
well
as
land
.
"
"
Think
of
that
now
!
when
so
many
younger
sons
ca
n't
dine
at
their
own
expense
,
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
.
"
Ah
,
"
turning
round
at
the
sound
of
the
opening
door
,
"
here
is
Mr.
Brooke
.
I
felt
that
we
were
incomplete
before
,
and
here
is
the
explanation
.
You
are
come
to
see
this
odd
funeral
,
of
course
?
"
"
No
,
I
came
to
look
after
Casaubon
—
to
see
how
he
goes
on
,
you
know
.
And
to
bring
a
little
news
—
a
little
news
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
nodding
at
Dorothea
as
she
came
towards
him
.
"
I
looked
into
the
library
,
and
I
saw
Casaubon
over
his
books
.
I
told
him
it
would
n't
do
:
I
said
,
'
This
will
never
do
,
you
know
:
think
of
your
wife
,
Casaubon
.
'
And
he
promised
me
to
come
up
.
I
did
n't
tell
him
my
news
:
I
said
,
he
must
come
up
.
"
"
Ah
,
now
they
are
coming
out
of
church
,
"
Mrs.
Cadwallader
exclaimed
.
"
Dear
me
,
what
a
wonderfully
mixed
set
!
Mr.
Lydgate
as
doctor
,
I
suppose
.
But
that
is
really
a
good
looking
woman
,
and
the
fair
young
man
must
be
her
son
.
Who
are
they
,
Sir
James
,
do
you
know
?
"
"
I
see
Vincy
,
the
Mayor
of
Middlemarch
;
they
are
probably
his
wife
and
son
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
looking
interrogatively
at
Mr.
Brooke
,
who
nodded
and
said
—
"
Yes
,
a
very
decent
family
—
a
very
good
fellow
is
Vincy
;
a
credit
to
the
manufacturing
interest
.
You
have
seen
him
at
my
house
,
you
know
.
"
"
Ah
,
yes
:
one
of
your
secret
committee
,
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
provokingly
.
"
A
coursing
fellow
,
though
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
with
a
fox-hunter
's
disgust
.
"
And
one
of
those
who
suck
the
life
out
of
the
wretched
handloom
weavers
in
Tipton
and
Freshitt
.
That
is
how
his
family
look
so
fair
and
sleek
,
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
.
"
Those
dark
,
purple-faced
people
are
an
excellent
foil
.
Dear
me
,
they
are
like
a
set
of
jugs
!
Do
look
at
Humphrey
:
one
might
fancy
him
an
ugly
archangel
towering
above
them
in
his
white
surplice
.
"
"
It
's
a
solemn
thing
,
though
,
a
funeral
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
"
if
you
take
it
in
that
light
,
you
know
.
"
"
But
I
am
not
taking
it
in
that
light
.
I
ca
n't
wear
my
solemnity
too
often
,
else
it
will
go
to
rags
.
It
was
time
the
old
man
died
,
and
none
of
these
people
are
sorry
.
"
"
How
piteous
!
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
This
funeral
seems
to
me
the
most
dismal
thing
I
ever
saw
.
It
is
a
blot
on
the
morning
.
I
cannot
bear
to
think
that
any
one
should
die
and
leave
no
love
behind
.
"
She
was
going
to
say
more
,
but
she
saw
her
husband
enter
and
seat
himself
a
little
in
the
background
.
The
difference
his
presence
made
to
her
was
not
always
a
happy
one
:
she
felt
that
he
often
inwardly
objected
to
her
speech
.
"
Positively
,
"
exclaimed
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
"
there
is
a
new
face
come
out
from
behind
that
broad
man
queerer
than
any
of
them
:
a
little
round
head
with
bulging
eyes
—
a
sort
of
frog-face
—
do
look
.
He
must
be
of
another
blood
,
I
think
.
"
"
Let
me
see
!
"
said
Celia
,
with
awakened
curiosity
,
standing
behind
Mrs.
Cadwallader
and
leaning
forward
over
her
head
.
"
Oh
,
what
an
odd
face
!
"
Then
with
a
quick
change
to
another
sort
of
surprised
expression
,
she
added
,
"
Why
,
Dodo
,
you
never
told
me
that
Mr.
Ladislaw
was
come
again
!
"
Dorothea
felt
a
shock
of
alarm
:
every
one
noticed
her
sudden
paleness
as
she
looked
up
immediately
at
her
uncle
,
while
Mr.
Casaubon
looked
at
her
.
"
He
came
with
me
,
you
know
;
he
is
my
guest
—
puts
up
with
me
at
the
Grange
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
in
his
easiest
tone
,
nodding
at
Dorothea
,
as
if
the
announcement
were
just
what
she
might
have
expected
.
"
And
we
have
brought
the
picture
at
the
top
of
the
carriage
.
I
knew
you
would
be
pleased
with
the
surprise
,
Casaubon
.
There
you
are
to
the
very
life
—
as
Aquinas
,
you
know
.
Quite
the
right
sort
of
thing
.
And
you
will
hear
young
Ladislaw
talk
about
it
.
He
talks
uncommonly
well
—
points
out
this
,
that
,
and
the
other
—
knows
art
and
everything
of
that
kind
—
companionable
,
you
know
—
is
up
with
you
in
any
track
—
what
I
've
been
wanting
a
long
while
.
"
Mr.
Casaubon
bowed
with
cold
politeness
,
mastering
his
irritation
,
but
only
so
far
as
to
be
silent
.
He
remembered
Will
's
letter
quite
as
well
as
Dorothea
did
;
he
had
noticed
that
it
was
not
among
the
letters
which
had
been
reserved
for
him
on
his
recovery
,
and
secretly
concluding
that
Dorothea
had
sent
word
to
Will
not
to
come
to
Lowick
,
he
had
shrunk
with
proud
sensitiveness
from
ever
recurring
to
the
subject
.
He
now
inferred
that
she
had
asked
her
uncle
to
invite
Will
to
the
Grange
;
and
she
felt
it
impossible
at
that
moment
to
enter
into
any
explanation
.
Mrs.
Cadwallader
's
eyes
,
diverted
from
the
churchyard
,
saw
a
good
deal
of
dumb
show
which
was
not
so
intelligible
to
her
as
she
could
have
desired
,
and
could
not
repress
the
question
,
"
Who
is
Mr.
Ladislaw
?
"
"
A
young
relative
of
Mr.
Casaubon
's
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
promptly
.
His
good-nature
often
made
him
quick
and
clear-seeing
in
personal
matters
,
and
he
had
divined
from
Dorothea
's
glance
at
her
husband
that
there
was
some
alarm
in
her
mind
.
"
A
very
nice
young
fellow
—
Casaubon
has
done
everything
for
him
,
"
explained
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
He
repays
your
expense
in
him
,
Casaubon
,
"
he
went
on
,
nodding
encouragingly
.
"
I
hope
he
will
stay
with
me
a
long
while
and
we
shall
make
something
of
my
documents
.
I
have
plenty
of
ideas
and
facts
,
you
know
,
and
I
can
see
he
is
just
the
man
to
put
them
into
shape
—
remembers
what
the
right
quotations
are
,
omne
tulit
punctum
,
and
that
sort
of
thing
—
gives
subjects
a
kind
of
turn
.
I
invited
him
some
time
ago
when
you
were
ill
,
Casaubon
;
Dorothea
said
you
could
n't
have
anybody
in
the
house
,
you
know
,
and
she
asked
me
to
write
.
"
Poor
Dorothea
felt
that
every
word
of
her
uncle
's
was
about
as
pleasant
as
a
grain
of
sand
in
the
eye
to
Mr.
Casaubon
.
It
would
be
altogether
unfitting
now
to
explain
that
she
had
not
wished
her
uncle
to
invite
Will
Ladislaw
.
She
could
not
in
the
least
make
clear
to
herself
the
reasons
for
her
husband
's
dislike
to
his
presence
—
a
dislike
painfully
impressed
on
her
by
the
scene
in
the
library
;
but
she
felt
the
unbecomingness
of
saying
anything
that
might
convey
a
notion
of
it
to
others
.
Mr.
Casaubon
,
indeed
,
had
not
thoroughly
represented
those
mixed
reasons
to
himself
;
irritated
feeling
with
him
,
as
with
all
of
us
,
seeking
rather
for
justification
than
for
self-knowledge
.
But
he
wished
to
repress
outward
signs
,
and
only
Dorothea
could
discern
the
changes
in
her
husband
's
face
before
he
observed
with
more
of
dignified
bending
and
sing-song
than
usual
—
"
You
are
exceedingly
hospitable
,
my
dear
sir
;
and
I
owe
you
acknowledgments
for
exercising
your
hospitality
towards
a
relative
of
mine
.
"
The
funeral
was
ended
now
,
and
the
churchyard
was
being
cleared
.
"
Now
you
can
see
him
,
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
"
said
Celia
.
"
He
is
just
like
a
miniature
of
Mr.
Casaubon
's
aunt
that
hangs
in
Dorothea
's
boudoir
—
quite
nice-looking
.
"
"
A
very
pretty
sprig
,
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
dryly
.
"
What
is
your
nephew
to
be
,
Mr.
Casaubon
?
"
"
Pardon
me
,
he
is
not
my
nephew
.
He
is
my
cousin
.
"
"
Well
,
you
know
,
"
interposed
Mr.
Brooke
,
"
he
is
trying
his
wings
.
He
is
just
the
sort
of
young
fellow
to
rise
.
I
should
be
glad
to
give
him
an
opportunity
.
He
would
make
a
good
secretary
,
now
,
like
Hobbes
,
Milton
,
Swift
—
that
sort
of
man
.
"
"
I
understand
,
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
.
"
One
who
can
write
speeches
.
"
"
I
'll
fetch
him
in
now
,
eh
,
Casaubon
?
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
He
would
n't
come
in
till
I
had
announced
him
,
you
know
.
And
we
'll
go
down
and
look
at
the
picture
.
There
you
are
to
the
life
:
a
deep
subtle
sort
of
thinker
with
his
fore-finger
on
the
page
,
while
Saint
Bonaventure
or
somebody
else
,
rather
fat
and
florid
,
is
looking
up
at
the
Trinity
.
Everything
is
symbolical
,
you
know
—
the
higher
style
of
art
:
I
like
that
up
to
a
certain
point
,
but
not
too
far
—
it
's
rather
straining
to
keep
up
with
,
you
know
.
But
you
are
at
home
in
that
,
Casaubon
.
And
your
painter
's
flesh
is
good
—
solidity
,
transparency
,
everything
of
that
sort
.
I
went
into
that
a
great
deal
at
one
time
.
However
,
I
'll
go
and
fetch
Ladislaw
.
"
CHAPTER
XXXV
.
"
Non
,
je
ne
comprends
pas
de
plus
charmant
plaisir
Que
de
voir
d'heritiers
une
troupe
affligée
Le
maintien
interdit
,
et
la
mine
allongée
,
Lire
un
long
testament
ou
pales
,
étonnés
On
leur
laisse
un
bonsoir
avec
un
pied
de
nez
.
Pour
voir
au
naturel
leur
tristesse
profonde
Je
reviendrais
,
je
crois
,
exprès
de
l'autre
monde
.
"
—
REGNARD
:
Le
Légataire
Universel
.
When
the
animals
entered
the
Ark
in
pairs
,
one
may
imagine
that
allied
species
made
much
private
remark
on
each
other
,
and
were
tempted
to
think
that
so
many
forms
feeding
on
the
same
store
of
fodder
were
eminently
superfluous
,
as
tending
to
diminish
the
rations
.
(
I
fear
the
part
played
by
the
vultures
on
that
occasion
would
be
too
painful
for
art
to
represent
,
those
birds
being
disadvantageously
naked
about
the
gullet
,
and
apparently
without
rites
and
ceremonies
.
)
The
same
sort
of
temptation
befell
the
Christian
Carnivora
who
formed
Peter
Featherstone
's
funeral
procession
;
most
of
them
having
their
minds
bent
on
a
limited
store
which
each
would
have
liked
to
get
the
most
of
.
The
long-recognized
blood-relations
and
connections
by
marriage
made
already
a
goodly
number
,
which
,
multiplied
by
possibilities
,
presented
a
fine
range
for
jealous
conjecture
and
pathetic
hopefulness
.
Jealousy
of
the
Vincys
had
created
a
fellowship
in
hostility
among
all
persons
of
the
Featherstone
blood
,
so
that
in
the
absence
of
any
decided
indication
that
one
of
themselves
was
to
have
more
than
the
rest
,
the
dread
lest
that
long-legged
Fred
Vincy
should
have
the
land
was
necessarily
dominant
,
though
it
left
abundant
feeling
and
leisure
for
vaguer
jealousies
,
such
as
were
entertained
towards
Mary
Garth
.
Solomon
found
time
to
reflect
that
Jonah
was
undeserving
,
and
Jonah
to
abuse
Solomon
as
greedy
;
Jane
,
the
elder
sister
,
held
that
Martha
's
children
ought
not
to
expect
so
much
as
the
young
Waules
;
and
Martha
,
more
lax
on
the
subject
of
primogeniture
,
was
sorry
to
think
that
Jane
was
so
"
having
.
"
These
nearest
of
kin
were
naturally
impressed
with
the
unreasonableness
of
expectations
in
cousins
and
second
cousins
,
and
used
their
arithmetic
in
reckoning
the
large
sums
that
small
legacies
might
mount
to
,
if
there
were
too
many
of
them
.
Two
cousins
were
present
to
hear
the
will
,
and
a
second
cousin
besides
Mr.
Trumbull
.
This
second
cousin
was
a
Middlemarch
mercer
of
polite
manners
and
superfluous
aspirates
.
The
two
cousins
were
elderly
men
from
Brassing
,
one
of
them
conscious
of
claims
on
the
score
of
inconvenient
expense
sustained
by
him
in
presents
of
oysters
and
other
eatables
to
his
rich
cousin
Peter
;
the
other
entirely
saturnine
,
leaning
his
hands
and
chin
on
a
stick
,
and
conscious
of
claims
based
on
no
narrow
performance
but
on
merit
generally
:
both
blameless
citizens
of
Brassing
,
who
wished
that
Jonah
Featherstone
did
not
live
there
.
The
wit
of
a
family
is
usually
best
received
among
strangers
.
"
Why
,
Trumbull
himself
is
pretty
sure
of
five
hundred
—
that
you
may
depend
,
—
I
should
n't
wonder
if
my
brother
promised
him
,
"
said
Solomon
,
musing
aloud
with
his
sisters
,
the
evening
before
the
funeral
.
"
Dear
,
dear
!
"
said
poor
sister
Martha
,
whose
imagination
of
hundreds
had
been
habitually
narrowed
to
the
amount
of
her
unpaid
rent
.
But
in
the
morning
all
the
ordinary
currents
of
conjecture
were
disturbed
by
the
presence
of
a
strange
mourner
who
had
plashed
among
them
as
if
from
the
moon
.
This
was
the
stranger
described
by
Mrs.
Cadwallader
as
frog-faced
:
a
man
perhaps
about
two
or
three
and
thirty
,
whose
prominent
eyes
,
thin-lipped
,
downward-curved
mouth
,
and
hair
sleekly
brushed
away
from
a
forehead
that
sank
suddenly
above
the
ridge
of
the
eyebrows
,
certainly
gave
his
face
a
batrachian
unchangeableness
of
expression
.
Here
,
clearly
,
was
a
new
legatee
;
else
why
was
he
bidden
as
a
mourner
?
Here
were
new
possibilities
,
raising
a
new
uncertainty
,
which
almost
checked
remark
in
the
mourning-coaches
.
We
are
all
humiliated
by
the
sudden
discovery
of
a
fact
which
has
existed
very
comfortably
and
perhaps
been
staring
at
us
in
private
while
we
have
been
making
up
our
world
entirely
without
it
.
No
one
had
seen
this
questionable
stranger
before
except
Mary
Garth
,
and
she
knew
nothing
more
of
him
than
that
he
had
twice
been
to
Stone
Court
when
Mr.
Featherstone
was
down-stairs
,
and
had
sat
alone
with
him
for
several
hours
.
She
had
found
an
opportunity
of
mentioning
this
to
her
father
,
and
perhaps
Caleb
's
were
the
only
eyes
,
except
the
lawyer
's
,
which
examined
the
stranger
with
more
of
inquiry
than
of
disgust
or
suspicion
.
Caleb
Garth
,
having
little
expectation
and
less
cupidity
,
was
interested
in
the
verification
of
his
own
guesses
,
and
the
calmness
with
which
he
half
smilingly
rubbed
his
chin
and
shot
intelligent
glances
much
as
if
he
were
valuing
a
tree
,
made
a
fine
contrast
with
the
alarm
or
scorn
visible
in
other
faces
when
the
unknown
mourner
,
whose
name
was
understood
to
be
Rigg
,
entered
the
wainscoted
parlor
and
took
his
seat
near
the
door
to
make
part
of
the
audience
when
the
will
should
be
read
.
Just
then
Mr.
Solomon
and
Mr.
Jonah
were
gone
up-stairs
with
the
lawyer
to
search
for
the
will
;
and
Mrs.
Waule
,
seeing
two
vacant
seats
between
herself
and
Mr.
Borthrop
Trumbull
,
had
the
spirit
to
move
next
to
that
great
authority
,
who
was
handling
his
watch-seals
and
trimming
his
outlines
with
a
determination
not
to
show
anything
so
compromising
to
a
man
of
ability
as
wonder
or
surprise
.
"
I
suppose
you
know
everything
about
what
my
poor
brother
's
done
,
Mr.
Trumbull
,
"
said
Mrs.
Waule
,
in
the
lowest
of
her
woolly
tones
,
while
she
turned
her
crape-shadowed
bonnet
towards
Mr.
Trumbull
's
ear
.
"
My
good
lady
,
whatever
was
told
me
was
told
in
confidence
,
"
said
the
auctioneer
,
putting
his
hand
up
to
screen
that
secret
.
"
Them
who
've
made
sure
of
their
good-luck
may
be
disappointed
yet
,
"
Mrs.
Waule
continued
,
finding
some
relief
in
this
communication
.
"
Hopes
are
often
delusive
,
"
said
Mr.
Trumbull
,
still
in
confidence
.
"
Ah
!
"
said
Mrs.
Waule
,
looking
across
at
the
Vincys
,
and
then
moving
back
to
the
side
of
her
sister
Martha
.
"
It
's
wonderful
how
close
poor
Peter
was
,
"
she
said
,
in
the
same
undertones
.
"
We
none
of
us
know
what
he
might
have
had
on
his
mind
.
I
only
hope
and
trust
he
was
n't
a
worse
liver
than
we
think
of
,
Martha
.
"
Poor
Mrs.
Cranch
was
bulky
,
and
,
breathing
asthmatically
,
had
the
additional
motive
for
making
her
remarks
unexceptionable
and
giving
them
a
general
bearing
,
that
even
her
whispers
were
loud
and
liable
to
sudden
bursts
like
those
of
a
deranged
barrel-organ
.
"
I
never
was
covetous
,
Jane
,
"
she
replied
;
"
but
I
have
six
children
and
have
buried
three
,
and
I
did
n't
marry
into
money
.
The
eldest
,
that
sits
there
,
is
but
nineteen
—
so
I
leave
you
to
guess
.
And
stock
always
short
,
and
land
most
awkward
.
But
if
ever
I
've
begged
and
prayed
;
it
's
been
to
God
above
;
though
where
there
's
one
brother
a
bachelor
and
the
other
childless
after
twice
marrying
—
anybody
might
think
!
"
Meanwhile
,
Mr.
Vincy
had
glanced
at
the
passive
face
of
Mr.
Rigg
,
and
had
taken
out
his
snuff-box
and
tapped
it
,
but
had
put
it
again
unopened
as
an
indulgence
which
,
however
clarifying
to
the
judgment
,
was
unsuited
to
the
occasion
.
"
I
should
n't
wonder
if
Featherstone
had
better
feelings
than
any
of
us
gave
him
credit
for
,
"
he
observed
,
in
the
ear
of
his
wife
.
"
This
funeral
shows
a
thought
about
everybody
:
it
looks
well
when
a
man
wants
to
be
followed
by
his
friends
,
and
if
they
are
humble
,
not
to
be
ashamed
of
them
.
I
should
be
all
the
better
pleased
if
he
'd
left
lots
of
small
legacies
.
They
may
be
uncommonly
useful
to
fellows
in
a
small
way
.
"
"
Everything
is
as
handsome
as
could
be
,
crape
and
silk
and
everything
,
"
said
Mrs.
Vincy
,
contentedly
.
But
I
am
sorry
to
say
that
Fred
was
under
some
difficulty
in
repressing
a
laugh
,
which
would
have
been
more
unsuitable
than
his
father
's
snuff-box
.
Fred
had
overheard
Mr.
Jonah
suggesting
something
about
a
"
love-child
,
"
and
with
this
thought
in
his
mind
,
the
stranger
's
face
,
which
happened
to
be
opposite
him
,
affected
him
too
ludicrously
.
Mary
Garth
,
discerning
his
distress
in
the
twitchings
of
his
mouth
,
and
his
recourse
to
a
cough
,
came
cleverly
to
his
rescue
by
asking
him
to
change
seats
with
her
,
so
that
he
got
into
a
shadowy
corner
.
Fred
was
feeling
as
good-naturedly
as
possible
towards
everybody
,
including
Rigg
;
and
having
some
relenting
towards
all
these
people
who
were
less
lucky
than
he
was
aware
of
being
himself
,
he
would
not
for
the
world
have
behaved
amiss
;
still
,
it
was
particularly
easy
to
laugh
.
But
the
entrance
of
the
lawyer
and
the
two
brothers
drew
every
one
's
attention
.
The
lawyer
was
Mr.
Standish
,
and
he
had
come
to
Stone
Court
this
morning
believing
that
he
knew
thoroughly
well
who
would
be
pleased
and
who
disappointed
before
the
day
was
over
.
The
will
he
expected
to
read
was
the
last
of
three
which
he
had
drawn
up
for
Mr.
Featherstone
.
Mr.
Standish
was
not
a
man
who
varied
his
manners
:
he
behaved
with
the
same
deep-voiced
,
off-hand
civility
to
everybody
,
as
if
he
saw
no
difference
in
them
,
and
talked
chiefly
of
the
hay-crop
,
which
would
be
"
very
fine
,
by
God
!
"
of
the
last
bulletins
concerning
the
King
,
and
of
the
Duke
of
Clarence
,
who
was
a
sailor
every
inch
of
him
,
and
just
the
man
to
rule
over
an
island
like
Britain
.
Old
Featherstone
had
often
reflected
as
he
sat
looking
at
the
fire
that
Standish
would
be
surprised
some
day
:
it
is
true
that
if
he
had
done
as
he
liked
at
the
last
,
and
burnt
the
will
drawn
up
by
another
lawyer
,
he
would
not
have
secured
that
minor
end
;
still
he
had
had
his
pleasure
in
ruminating
on
it
.
And
certainly
Mr.
Standish
was
surprised
,
but
not
at
all
sorry
;
on
the
contrary
,
he
rather
enjoyed
the
zest
of
a
little
curiosity
in
his
own
mind
,
which
the
discovery
of
a
second
will
added
to
the
prospective
amazement
on
the
part
of
the
Featherstone
family
.
As
to
the
sentiments
of
Solomon
and
Jonah
,
they
were
held
in
utter
suspense
:
it
seemed
to
them
that
the
old
will
would
have
a
certain
validity
,
and
that
there
might
be
such
an
interlacement
of
poor
Peter
's
former
and
latter
intentions
as
to
create
endless
"
lawing
"
before
anybody
came
by
their
own
—
an
inconvenience
which
would
have
at
least
the
advantage
of
going
all
round
.
Hence
the
brothers
showed
a
thoroughly
neutral
gravity
as
they
re-entered
with
Mr.
Standish
;
but
Solomon
took
out
his
white
handkerchief
again
with
a
sense
that
in
any
case
there
would
be
affecting
passages
,
and
crying
at
funerals
,
however
dry
,
was
customarily
served
up
in
lawn
.
Perhaps
the
person
who
felt
the
most
throbbing
excitement
at
this
moment
was
Mary
Garth
,
in
the
consciousness
that
it
was
she
who
had
virtually
determined
the
production
of
this
second
will
,
which
might
have
momentous
effects
on
the
lot
of
some
persons
present
.
No
soul
except
herself
knew
what
had
passed
on
that
final
night
.
"
The
will
I
hold
in
my
hand
,
"
said
Mr.
Standish
,
who
,
seated
at
the
table
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
took
his
time
about
everything
,
including
the
coughs
with
which
he
showed
a
disposition
to
clear
his
voice
,
"
was
drawn
up
by
myself
and
executed
by
our
deceased
friend
on
the
9th
of
August
,
1825.
But
I
find
that
there
is
a
subsequent
instrument
hitherto
unknown
to
me
,
bearing
date
the
20th
of
July
,
1826
,
hardly
a
year
later
than
the
previous
one
.
And
there
is
farther
,
I
see
"
—
Mr
.
Standish
was
cautiously
travelling
over
the
document
with
his
spectacles
—
"
a
codicil
to
this
latter
will
,
bearing
date
March
1
,
1828.
"
"
Dear
,
dear
!
"
said
sister
Martha
,
not
meaning
to
be
audible
,
but
driven
to
some
articulation
under
this
pressure
of
dates
.
"
I
shall
begin
by
reading
the
earlier
will
,
"
continued
Mr.
Standish
,
"
since
such
,
as
appears
by
his
not
having
destroyed
the
document
,
was
the
intention
of
deceased
.
"
The
preamble
was
felt
to
be
rather
long
,
and
several
besides
Solomon
shook
their
heads
pathetically
,
looking
on
the
ground
:
all
eyes
avoided
meeting
other
eyes
,
and
were
chiefly
fixed
either
on
the
spots
in
the
table-cloth
or
on
Mr.
Standish
's
bald
head
;
excepting
Mary
Garth
's
.
When
all
the
rest
were
trying
to
look
nowhere
in
particular
,
it
was
safe
for
her
to
look
at
them
.
And
at
the
sound
of
the
first
"
give
and
bequeath
"
she
could
see
all
complexions
changing
subtly
,
as
if
some
faint
vibration
were
passing
through
them
,
save
that
of
Mr.
Rigg
.
He
sat
in
unaltered
calm
,
and
,
in
fact
,
the
company
,
preoccupied
with
more
important
problems
,
and
with
the
complication
of
listening
to
bequests
which
might
or
might
not
be
revoked
,
had
ceased
to
think
of
him
.
Fred
blushed
,
and
Mr.
Vincy
found
it
impossible
to
do
without
his
snuff-box
in
his
hand
,
though
he
kept
it
closed
.
The
small
bequests
came
first
,
and
even
the
recollection
that
there
was
another
will
and
that
poor
Peter
might
have
thought
better
of
it
,
could
not
quell
the
rising
disgust
and
indignation
.
One
likes
to
be
done
well
by
in
every
tense
,
past
,
present
,
and
future
.
And
here
was
Peter
capable
five
years
ago
of
leaving
only
two
hundred
apiece
to
his
own
brothers
and
sisters
,
and
only
a
hundred
apiece
to
his
own
nephews
and
nieces
:
the
Garths
were
not
mentioned
,
but
Mrs.
Vincy
and
Rosamond
were
each
to
have
a
hundred
.
Mr.
Trumbull
was
to
have
the
gold-headed
cane
and
fifty
pounds
;
the
other
second
cousins
and
the
cousins
present
were
each
to
have
the
like
handsome
sum
,
which
,
as
the
saturnine
cousin
observed
,
was
a
sort
of
legacy
that
left
a
man
nowhere
;
and
there
was
much
more
of
such
offensive
dribbling
in
favour
of
persons
not
present
—
problematical
,
and
,
it
was
to
be
feared
,
low
connections
.
Altogether
,
reckoning
hastily
,
here
were
about
three
thousand
disposed
of
.
Where
then
had
Peter
meant
the
rest
of
the
money
to
go
—
and
where
the
land
?
and
what
was
revoked
and
what
not
revoked
—
and
was
the
revocation
for
better
or
for
worse
?
All
emotion
must
be
conditional
,
and
might
turn
out
to
be
the
wrong
thing
.
The
men
were
strong
enough
to
bear
up
and
keep
quiet
under
this
confused
suspense
;
some
letting
their
lower
lip
fall
,
others
pursing
it
up
,
according
to
the
habit
of
their
muscles
.
But
Jane
and
Martha
sank
under
the
rush
of
questions
,
and
began
to
cry
;
poor
Mrs.
Cranch
being
half
moved
with
the
consolation
of
getting
any
hundreds
at
all
without
working
for
them
,
and
half
aware
that
her
share
was
scanty
;
whereas
Mrs.
Waule
's
mind
was
entirely
flooded
with
the
sense
of
being
an
own
sister
and
getting
little
,
while
somebody
else
was
to
have
much
.
The
general
expectation
now
was
that
the
"
much
"
would
fall
to
Fred
Vincy
,
but
the
Vincys
themselves
were
surprised
when
ten
thousand
pounds
in
specified
investments
were
declared
to
be
bequeathed
to
him
:
—
was
the
land
coming
too
?
Fred
bit
his
lips
:
it
was
difficult
to
help
smiling
,
and
Mrs.
Vincy
felt
herself
the
happiest
of
women
—
possible
revocation
shrinking
out
of
sight
in
this
dazzling
vision
.
There
was
still
a
residue
of
personal
property
as
well
as
the
land
,
but
the
whole
was
left
to
one
person
,
and
that
person
was
—
O
possibilities
!
O
expectations
founded
on
the
favour
of
"
close
"
old
gentlemen
!
O
endless
vocatives
that
would
still
leave
expression
slipping
helpless
from
the
measurement
of
mortal
folly
!
—
that
residuary
legatee
was
Joshua
Rigg
,
who
was
also
sole
executor
,
and
who
was
to
take
thenceforth
the
name
of
Featherstone
.
There
was
a
rustling
which
seemed
like
a
shudder
running
round
the
room
.
Every
one
stared
afresh
at
Mr.
Rigg
,
who
apparently
experienced
no
surprise
.
"
A
most
singular
testamentary
disposition
!
"
exclaimed
Mr.
Trumbull
,
preferring
for
once
that
he
should
be
considered
ignorant
in
the
past
.
"
But
there
is
a
second
will
—
there
is
a
further
document
.
We
have
not
yet
heard
the
final
wishes
of
the
deceased
.
"
Mary
Garth
was
feeling
that
what
they
had
yet
to
hear
were
not
the
final
wishes
.
The
second
will
revoked
everything
except
the
legacies
to
the
low
persons
before
mentioned
(
some
alterations
in
these
being
the
occasion
of
the
codicil
)
,
and
the
bequest
of
all
the
land
lying
in
Lowick
parish
with
all
the
stock
and
household
furniture
,
to
Joshua
Rigg
.
The
residue
of
the
property
was
to
be
devoted
to
the
erection
and
endowment
of
almshouses
for
old
men
,
to
be
called
Featherstone
's
Alms-Houses
,
and
to
be
built
on
a
piece
of
land
near
Middlemarch
already
bought
for
the
purpose
by
the
testator
,
he
wishing
—
so
the
document
declared
—
to
please
God
Almighty
.
Nobody
present
had
a
farthing
;
but
Mr.
Trumbull
had
the
gold-headed
cane
.
It
took
some
time
for
the
company
to
recover
the
power
of
expression
.
Mary
dared
not
look
at
Fred
.
Mr.
Vincy
was
the
first
to
speak
—
after
using
his
snuff-box
energetically
—
and
he
spoke
with
loud
indignation
.
"
The
most
unaccountable
will
I
ever
heard
!
I
should
say
he
was
not
in
his
right
mind
when
he
made
it
.
I
should
say
this
last
will
was
void
,
"
added
Mr.
Vincy
,
feeling
that
this
expression
put
the
thing
in
the
true
light
.
"
Eh
Standish
?
"
"
Our
deceased
friend
always
knew
what
he
was
about
,
I
think
,
"
said
Mr.
Standish
.
"
Everything
is
quite
regular
.
Here
is
a
letter
from
Clemmens
of
Brassing
tied
with
the
will
.
He
drew
it
up
.
A
very
respectable
solicitor
.
"
"
I
never
noticed
any
alienation
of
mind
—
any
aberration
of
intellect
in
the
late
Mr.
Featherstone
,
"
said
Borthrop
Trumbull
,
"
but
I
call
this
will
eccentric
.
I
was
always
willingly
of
service
to
the
old
soul
;
and
he
intimated
pretty
plainly
a
sense
of
obligation
which
would
show
itself
in
his
will
.
The
gold-headed
cane
is
farcical
considered
as
an
acknowledgment
to
me
;
but
happily
I
am
above
mercenary
considerations
.
"
"
There
's
nothing
very
surprising
in
the
matter
that
I
can
see
,
"
said
Caleb
Garth
.
"
Anybody
might
have
had
more
reason
for
wondering
if
the
will
had
been
what
you
might
expect
from
an
open-minded
straightforward
man
.
For
my
part
,
I
wish
there
was
no
such
thing
as
a
will
.
"
"
That
's
a
strange
sentiment
to
come
from
a
Christian
man
,
by
God
!
"
said
the
lawyer
.
"
I
should
like
to
know
how
you
will
back
that
up
,
Garth
!
"
"
Oh
,
"
said
Caleb
,
leaning
forward
,
adjusting
his
finger-tips
with
nicety
and
looking
meditatively
on
the
ground
.
It
always
seemed
to
him
that
words
were
the
hardest
part
of
"
business
.
"
But
here
Mr.
Jonah
Featherstone
made
himself
heard
.
"
Well
,
he
always
was
a
fine
hypocrite
,
was
my
brother
Peter
.
But
this
will
cuts
out
everything
.
If
I
'd
known
,
a
wagon
and
six
horses
should
n't
have
drawn
me
from
Brassing
.
I
'll
put
a
white
hat
and
drab
coat
on
to-morrow
.
"
"
Dear
,
dear
,
"
wept
Mrs.
Cranch
,
"
and
we
've
been
at
the
expense
of
travelling
,
and
that
poor
lad
sitting
idle
here
so
long
!
It
's
the
first
time
I
ever
heard
my
brother
Peter
was
so
wishful
to
please
God
Almighty
;
but
if
I
was
to
be
struck
helpless
I
must
say
it
's
hard
—
I
can
think
no
other
.
"
"
It
'll
do
him
no
good
where
he
's
gone
,
that
's
my
belief
,
"
said
Solomon
,
with
a
bitterness
which
was
remarkably
genuine
,
though
his
tone
could
not
help
being
sly
.
"
Peter
was
a
bad
liver
,
and
almshouses
wo
n't
cover
it
,
when
he
's
had
the
impudence
to
show
it
at
the
last
.
"
"
And
all
the
while
had
got
his
own
lawful
family
—
brothers
and
sisters
and
nephews
and
nieces
—
and
has
sat
in
church
with
'
em
whenever
he
thought
well
to
come
,
"
said
Mrs.
Waule
.
"
And
might
have
left
his
property
so
respectable
,
to
them
that
's
never
been
used
to
extravagance
or
unsteadiness
in
no
manner
of
way
—
and
not
so
poor
but
what
they
could
have
saved
every
penny
and
made
more
of
it
.
And
me
—
the
trouble
I
've
been
at
,
times
and
times
,
to
come
here
and
be
sisterly
—
and
him
with
things
on
his
mind
all
the
while
that
might
make
anybody
's
flesh
creep
.
But
if
the
Almighty
's
allowed
it
,
he
means
to
punish
him
for
it
.
Brother
Solomon
,
I
shall
be
going
,
if
you
'll
drive
me
.
"
"
I
've
no
desire
to
put
my
foot
on
the
premises
again
,
"
said
Solomon
.
"
I
've
got
land
of
my
own
and
property
of
my
own
to
will
away
.
"
"
It
's
a
poor
tale
how
luck
goes
in
the
world
,
"
said
Jonah
.
"
It
never
answers
to
have
a
bit
of
spirit
in
you
.
You
'd
better
be
a
dog
in
the
manger
.
But
those
above
ground
might
learn
a
lesson
.
One
fool
's
will
is
enough
in
a
family
.
"
"
There
's
more
ways
than
one
of
being
a
fool
,
"
said
Solomon
.
"
I
sha
n't
leave
my
money
to
be
poured
down
the
sink
,
and
I
sha
n't
leave
it
to
foundlings
from
Africay
.
I
like
Featherstones
that
were
brewed
such
,
and
not
turned
Featherstones
with
sticking
the
name
on
'
em
.
"
Solomon
addressed
these
remarks
in
a
loud
aside
to
Mrs.
Waule
as
he
rose
to
accompany
her
.
Brother
Jonah
felt
himself
capable
of
much
more
stinging
wit
than
this
,
but
he
reflected
that
there
was
no
use
in
offending
the
new
proprietor
of
Stone
Court
,
until
you
were
certain
that
he
was
quite
without
intentions
of
hospitality
towards
witty
men
whose
name
he
was
about
to
bear
.
Mr.
Joshua
Rigg
,
in
fact
,
appeared
to
trouble
himself
little
about
any
innuendoes
,
but
showed
a
notable
change
of
manner
,
walking
coolly
up
to
Mr.
Standish
and
putting
business
questions
with
much
coolness
.
He
had
a
high
chirping
voice
and
a
vile
accent
.
Fred
,
whom
he
no
longer
moved
to
laughter
,
thought
him
the
lowest
monster
he
had
ever
seen
.
But
Fred
was
feeling
rather
sick
.
The
Middlemarch
mercer
waited
for
an
opportunity
of
engaging
Mr.
Rigg
in
conversation
:
there
was
no
knowing
how
many
pairs
of
legs
the
new
proprietor
might
require
hose
for
,
and
profits
were
more
to
be
relied
on
than
legacies
.
Also
,
the
mercer
,
as
a
second
cousin
,
was
dispassionate
enough
to
feel
curiosity
.
Mr.
Vincy
,
after
his
one
outburst
,
had
remained
proudly
silent
,
though
too
much
preoccupied
with
unpleasant
feelings
to
think
of
moving
,
till
he
observed
that
his
wife
had
gone
to
Fred
's
side
and
was
crying
silently
while
she
held
her
darling
's
hand
.
He
rose
immediately
,
and
turning
his
back
on
the
company
while
he
said
to
her
in
an
undertone
,
—
"
Do
n't
give
way
,
Lucy
;
do
n't
make
a
fool
of
yourself
,
my
dear
,
before
these
people
,
"
he
added
in
his
usual
loud
voice
—
"
Go
and
order
the
phaeton
,
Fred
;
I
have
no
time
to
waste
.
"
Mary
Garth
had
before
this
been
getting
ready
to
go
home
with
her
father
.
She
met
Fred
in
the
hall
,
and
now
for
the
first
time
had
the
courage
to
look
at
him
.
He
had
that
withered
sort
of
paleness
which
will
sometimes
come
on
young
faces
,
and
his
hand
was
very
cold
when
she
shook
it
.
Mary
too
was
agitated
;
she
was
conscious
that
fatally
,
without
will
of
her
own
,
she
had
perhaps
made
a
great
difference
to
Fred
's
lot
.
"
Good-by
,
"
she
said
,
with
affectionate
sadness
.
"
Be
brave
,
Fred
.
I
do
believe
you
are
better
without
the
money
.
What
was
the
good
of
it
to
Mr.
Featherstone
?
"
"
That
's
all
very
fine
,
"
said
Fred
,
pettishly
.
"
What
is
a
fellow
to
do
?
I
must
go
into
the
Church
now
.
"
(
He
knew
that
this
would
vex
Mary
:
very
well
;
then
she
must
tell
him
what
else
he
could
do
.
)
"
And
I
thought
I
should
be
able
to
pay
your
father
at
once
and
make
everything
right
.
And
you
have
not
even
a
hundred
pounds
left
you
.
What
shall
you
do
now
,
Mary
?
"
"
Take
another
situation
,
of
course
,
as
soon
as
I
can
get
one
.
My
father
has
enough
to
do
to
keep
the
rest
,
without
me
.
Good-by
.
"
In
a
very
short
time
Stone
Court
was
cleared
of
well-brewed
Featherstones
and
other
long-accustomed
visitors
.
Another
stranger
had
been
brought
to
settle
in
the
neighborhood
of
Middlemarch
,
but
in
the
case
of
Mr.
Rigg
Featherstone
there
was
more
discontent
with
immediate
visible
consequences
than
speculation
as
to
the
effect
which
his
presence
might
have
in
the
future
.
No
soul
was
prophetic
enough
to
have
any
foreboding
as
to
what
might
appear
on
the
trial
of
Joshua
Rigg
.
And
here
I
am
naturally
led
to
reflect
on
the
means
of
elevating
a
low
subject
.
Historical
parallels
are
remarkably
efficient
in
this
way
.
The
chief
objection
to
them
is
,
that
the
diligent
narrator
may
lack
space
,
or
(
what
is
often
the
same
thing
)
may
not
be
able
to
think
of
them
with
any
degree
of
particularity
,
though
he
may
have
a
philosophical
confidence
that
if
known
they
would
be
illustrative
.
It
seems
an
easier
and
shorter
way
to
dignity
,
to
observe
that
—
since
there
never
was
a
true
story
which
could
not
be
told
in
parables
,
where
you
might
put
a
monkey
for
a
margrave
,
and
vice
versa
—
whatever
has
been
or
is
to
be
narrated
by
me
about
low
people
,
may
be
ennobled
by
being
considered
a
parable
;
so
that
if
any
bad
habits
and
ugly
consequences
are
brought
into
view
,
the
reader
may
have
the
relief
of
regarding
them
as
not
more
than
figuratively
ungenteel
,
and
may
feel
himself
virtually
in
company
with
persons
of
some
style
.
Thus
while
I
tell
the
truth
about
loobies
,
my
reader
's
imagination
need
not
be
entirely
excluded
from
an
occupation
with
lords
;
and
the
petty
sums
which
any
bankrupt
of
high
standing
would
be
sorry
to
retire
upon
,
may
be
lifted
to
the
level
of
high
commercial
transactions
by
the
inexpensive
addition
of
proportional
ciphers
.
As
to
any
provincial
history
in
which
the
agents
are
all
of
high
moral
rank
,
that
must
be
of
a
date
long
posterior
to
the
first
Reform
Bill
,
and
Peter
Featherstone
,
you
perceive
,
was
dead
and
buried
some
months
before
Lord
Grey
came
into
office
.
CHAPTER
XXXVI
.
'
Tis
strange
to
see
the
humors
of
these
men
,
These
great
aspiring
spirits
,
that
should
be
wise
:
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
For
being
the
nature
of
great
spirits
to
love
To
be
where
they
may
be
most
eminent
;
They
,
rating
of
themselves
so
farre
above
Us
in
conceit
,
with
whom
they
do
frequent
,
Imagine
how
we
