Whyshould
I
not
take
his
part
?
"
said
Mary
,
lighting
up
.
"
He
would
take
mine
.
He
is
the
only
person
who
takes
the
least
trouble
to
oblige
me
.
"
"
You
make
me
feel
very
uncomfortable
,
Mary
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
with
her
gravest
mildness
;
"
I
would
not
tell
mamma
for
the
world
.
"
"
What
would
you
not
tell
her
?
"
said
Mary
,
angrily
.
"
Pray
do
not
go
into
a
rage
,
Mary
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
mildly
as
ever
.
"
If
your
mamma
is
afraid
that
Fred
will
make
me
an
offer
,
tell
her
that
I
would
not
marry
him
if
he
asked
me
.
But
he
is
not
going
to
do
so
,
that
I
am
aware
.
He
certainly
never
has
asked
me
.
"
"
Mary
,
you
are
always
so
violent
.
"
"
And
you
are
always
so
exasperating
.
"
"
I
?
What
can
you
blame
me
for
?
"
"
Oh
,
blameless
people
are
always
the
most
exasperating
.
There
is
the
bell
—
I
think
we
must
go
down
.
"
"
I
did
not
mean
to
quarrel
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
putting
on
her
hat
.
"
Quarrel
?
Nonsense
;
we
have
not
quarrelled
.
If
one
is
not
to
get
into
a
rage
sometimes
,
what
is
the
good
of
being
friends
?
"
"
Am
I
to
repeat
what
you
have
said
?
"
"
Just
as
you
please
.
I
never
say
what
I
am
afraid
of
having
repeated
.
But
let
us
go
down
.
"
Mr.
Lydgate
was
rather
late
this
morning
,
but
the
visitors
stayed
long
enough
to
see
him
;
for
Mr.
Featherstone
asked
Rosamond
to
sing
to
him
,
and
she
herself
was
so
kind
as
to
propose
a
second
favourite
song
of
his
—
"
Flow
on
,
thou
shining
river
"
—
after
she
had
sung
"
Home
,
sweet
home
"
(
which
she
detested
)
.
This
hard-headed
old
Overreach
approved
of
the
sentimental
song
,
as
the
suitable
garnish
for
girls
,
and
also
as
fundamentally
fine
,
sentiment
being
the
right
thing
for
a
song
.
Mr.
Featherstone
was
still
applauding
the
last
performance
,
and
assuring
missy
that
her
voice
was
as
clear
as
a
blackbird
's
,
when
Mr.
Lydgate
's
horse
passed
the
window
.
His
dull
expectation
of
the
usual
disagreeable
routine
with
an
aged
patient
—
who
can
hardly
believe
that
medicine
would
not
"
set
him
up
"
if
the
doctor
were
only
clever
enough
—
added
to
his
general
disbelief
in
Middlemarch
charms
,
made
a
doubly
effective
background
to
this
vision
of
Rosamond
,
whom
old
Featherstone
made
haste
ostentatiously
to
introduce
as
his
niece
,
though
he
had
never
thought
it
worth
while
to
speak
of
Mary
Garth
in
that
light
.
Nothing
escaped
Lydgate
in
Rosamond
's
graceful
behavior
:
how
delicately
she
waived
the
notice
which
the
old
man
's
want
of
taste
had
thrust
upon
her
by
a
quiet
gravity
,
not
showing
her
dimples
on
the
wrong
occasion
,
but
showing
them
afterwards
in
speaking
to
Mary
,
to
whom
she
addressed
herself
with
so
much
good-natured
interest
,
that
Lydgate
,
after
quickly
examining
Mary
more
fully
than
he
had
done
before
,
saw
an
adorable
kindness
in
Rosamond
's
eyes
.
But
Mary
from
some
cause
looked
rather
out
of
temper
.
"
Miss
Rosy
has
been
singing
me
a
song
—
you
've
nothing
to
say
against
that
,
eh
,
doctor
?
"
said
Mr.
Featherstone
.
"
I
like
it
better
than
your
physic
.
"
"
That
has
made
me
forget
how
the
time
was
going
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
rising
to
reach
her
hat
,
which
she
had
laid
aside
before
singing
,
so
that
her
flower-like
head
on
its
white
stem
was
seen
in
perfection
above
her
riding-habit
.
"
Fred
,
we
must
really
go
.
"
"
Very
good
,
"
said
Fred
,
who
had
his
own
reasons
for
not
being
in
the
best
spirits
,
and
wanted
to
get
away
.
"
Miss
Vincy
is
a
musician
?
"
said
Lydgate
,
following
her
with
his
eyes
.
(
Every
nerve
and
muscle
in
Rosamond
was
adjusted
to
the
consciousness
that
she
was
being
looked
at
.
She
was
by
nature
an
actress
of
parts
that
entered
into
her
physique
:
she
even
acted
her
own
character
,
and
so
well
,
that
she
did
not
know
it
to
be
precisely
her
own
.
)
"
The
best
in
Middlemarch
,
I
'll
be
bound
,
"
said
Mr.
Featherstone
,
"
let
the
next
be
who
she
will
.
Eh
,
Fred
?
Speak
up
for
your
sister
.
"
"
I
'm
afraid
I
'm
out
of
court
,
sir
.
My
evidence
would
be
good
for
nothing
.
"
"
Middlemarch
has
not
a
very
high
standard
,
uncle
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
with
a
pretty
lightness
,
going
towards
her
whip
,
which
lay
at
a
distance
.
Lydgate
was
quick
in
anticipating
her
.
He
reached
the
whip
before
she
did
,
and
turned
to
present
it
to
her
.
She
bowed
and
looked
at
him
:
he
of
course
was
looking
at
her
,
and
their
eyes
met
with
that
peculiar
meeting
which
is
never
arrived
at
by
effort
,
but
seems
like
a
sudden
divine
clearance
of
haze
.
I
think
Lydgate
turned
a
little
paler
than
usual
,
but
Rosamond
blushed
deeply
and
felt
a
certain
astonishment
.
After
that
,
she
was
really
anxious
to
go
,
and
did
not
know
what
sort
of
stupidity
her
uncle
was
talking
of
when
she
went
to
shake
hands
with
him
.
Yet
this
result
,
which
she
took
to
be
a
mutual
impression
,
called
falling
in
love
,
was
just
what
Rosamond
had
contemplated
beforehand
.
Ever
since
that
important
new
arrival
in
Middlemarch
she
had
woven
a
little
future
,
of
which
something
like
this
scene
was
the
necessary
beginning
.
Strangers
,
whether
wrecked
and
clinging
to
a
raft
,
or
duly
escorted
and
accompanied
by
portmanteaus
,
have
always
had
a
circumstantial
fascination
for
the
virgin
mind
,
against
which
native
merit
has
urged
itself
in
vain
.
And
a
stranger
was
absolutely
necessary
to
Rosamond
's
social
romance
,
which
had
always
turned
on
a
lover
and
bridegroom
who
was
not
a
Middlemarcher
,
and
who
had
no
connections
at
all
like
her
own
:
of
late
,
indeed
,
the
construction
seemed
to
demand
that
he
should
somehow
be
related
to
a
baronet
.
Now
that
she
and
the
stranger
had
met
,
reality
proved
much
more
moving
than
anticipation
,
and
Rosamond
could
not
doubt
that
this
was
the
great
epoch
of
her
life
.
She
judged
of
her
own
symptoms
as
those
of
awakening
love
,
and
she
held
it
still
more
natural
that
Mr.
Lydgate
should
have
fallen
in
love
at
first
sight
of
her
.
These
things
happened
so
often
at
balls
,
and
why
not
by
the
morning
light
,
when
the
complexion
showed
all
the
better
for
it
?
Rosamond
,
though
no
older
than
Mary
,
was
rather
used
to
being
fallen
in
love
with
;
but
she
,
for
her
part
,
had
remained
indifferent
and
fastidiously
critical
towards
both
fresh
sprig
and
faded
bachelor
.
And
here
was
Mr.
Lydgate
suddenly
corresponding
to
her
ideal
,
being
altogether
foreign
to
Middlemarch
,
carrying
a
certain
air
of
distinction
congruous
with
good
family
,
and
possessing
connections
which
offered
vistas
of
that
middle-class
heaven
,
rank
;
a
man
of
talent
,
also
,
whom
it
would
be
especially
delightful
to
enslave
:
in
fact
,
a
man
who
had
touched
her
nature
quite
newly
,
and
brought
a
vivid
interest
into
her
life
which
was
better
than
any
fancied
"
might-be
"
such
as
she
was
in
the
habit
of
opposing
to
the
actual
.
Thus
,
in
riding
home
,
both
the
brother
and
the
sister
were
preoccupied
and
inclined
to
be
silent
.
Rosamond
,
whose
basis
for
her
structure
had
the
usual
airy
slightness
,
was
of
remarkably
detailed
and
realistic
imagination
when
the
foundation
had
been
once
presupposed
;
and
before
they
had
ridden
a
mile
she
was
far
on
in
the
costume
and
introductions
of
her
wedded
life
,
having
determined
on
her
house
in
Middlemarch
,
and
foreseen
the
visits
she
would
pay
to
her
husband
's
high-bred
relatives
at
a
distance
,
whose
finished
manners
she
could
appropriate
as
thoroughly
as
she
had
done
her
school
accomplishments
,
preparing
herself
thus
for
vaguer
elevations
which
might
ultimately
come
.
There
was
nothing
financial
,
still
less
sordid
,
in
her
previsions
:
she
cared
about
what
were
considered
refinements
,
and
not
about
the
money
that
was
to
pay
for
them
.
Fred
's
mind
,
on
the
other
hand
,
was
busy
with
an
anxiety
which
even
his
ready
hopefulness
could
not
immediately
quell
.
He
saw
no
way
of
eluding
Featherstone
's
stupid
demand
without
incurring
consequences
which
he
liked
less
even
than
the
task
of
fulfilling
it
.
His
father
was
already
out
of
humor
with
him
,
and
would
be
still
more
so
if
he
were
the
occasion
of
any
additional
coolness
between
his
own
family
and
the
Bulstrodes
.
Then
,
he
himself
hated
having
to
go
and
speak
to
his
uncle
Bulstrode
,
and
perhaps
after
drinking
wine
he
had
said
many
foolish
things
about
Featherstone
's
property
,
and
these
had
been
magnified
by
report
.
Fred
felt
that
he
made
a
wretched
figure
as
a
fellow
who
bragged
about
expectations
from
a
queer
old
miser
like
Featherstone
,
and
went
to
beg
for
certificates
at
his
bidding
.
But
—
those
expectations
!
He
really
had
them
,
and
he
saw
no
agreeable
alternative
if
he
gave
them
up
;
besides
,
he
had
lately
made
a
debt
which
galled
him
extremely
,
and
old
Featherstone
had
almost
bargained
to
pay
it
off
.
The
whole
affair
was
miserably
small
:
his
debts
were
small
,
even
his
expectations
were
not
anything
so
very
magnificent
.
Fred
had
known
men
to
whom
he
would
have
been
ashamed
of
confessing
the
smallness
of
his
scrapes
.
Such
ruminations
naturally
produced
a
streak
of
misanthropic
bitterness
.
To
be
born
the
son
of
a
Middlemarch
manufacturer
,
and
inevitable
heir
to
nothing
in
particular
,
while
such
men
as
Mainwaring
and
Vyan
—
certainly
life
was
a
poor
business
,
when
a
spirited
young
fellow
,
with
a
good
appetite
for
the
best
of
everything
,
had
so
poor
an
outlook
.
It
had
not
occurred
to
Fred
that
the
introduction
of
Bulstrode
's
name
in
the
matter
was
a
fiction
of
old
Featherstone
's
;
nor
could
this
have
made
any
difference
to
his
position
.
He
saw
plainly
enough
that
the
old
man
wanted
to
exercise
his
power
by
tormenting
him
a
little
,
and
also
probably
to
get
some
satisfaction
out
of
seeing
him
on
unpleasant
terms
with
Bulstrode
.
Fred
fancied
that
he
saw
to
the
bottom
of
his
uncle
Featherstone
's
soul
,
though
in
reality
half
what
he
saw
there
was
no
more
than
the
reflex
of
his
own
inclinations
.
The
difficult
task
of
knowing
another
soul
is
not
for
young
gentlemen
whose
consciousness
is
chiefly
made
up
of
their
own
wishes
.
Fred
's
main
point
of
debate
with
himself
was
,
whether
he
should
tell
his
father
,
or
try
to
get
through
the
affair
without
his
father
's
knowledge
.
It
was
probably
Mrs.
Waule
who
had
been
talking
about
him
;
and
if
Mary
Garth
had
repeated
Mrs.
Waule
's
report
to
Rosamond
,
it
would
be
sure
to
reach
his
father
,
who
would
as
surely
question
him
about
it
.
He
said
to
Rosamond
,
as
they
slackened
their
pace
—
"
Rosy
,
did
Mary
tell
you
that
Mrs.
Waule
had
said
anything
about
me
?
"
"
Yes
,
indeed
,
she
did
.
"
"
What
?
"
"
That
you
were
very
unsteady
.
"
"
Was
that
all
?
"
"
I
should
think
that
was
enough
,
Fred
.
"
"
You
are
sure
she
said
no
more
?
"
"
Mary
mentioned
nothing
else
.
But
really
,
Fred
,
I
think
you
ought
to
be
ashamed
.
"
"
Oh
,
fudge
!
Do
n't
lecture
me
.
What
did
Mary
say
about
it
?
"
"
I
am
not
obliged
to
tell
you
.
You
care
so
very
much
what
Mary
says
,
and
you
are
too
rude
to
allow
me
to
speak
.
"
"
Of
course
I
care
what
Mary
says
.
She
is
the
best
girl
I
know
.
"
"
I
should
never
have
thought
she
was
a
girl
to
fall
in
love
with
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
what
men
would
fall
in
love
with
?
Girls
never
know
.
"
"
At
least
,
Fred
,
let
me
advise
you
not
to
fall
in
love
with
her
,
for
she
says
she
would
not
marry
you
if
you
asked
her
.
"
"
She
might
have
waited
till
I
did
ask
her
.
"
"
I
knew
it
would
nettle
you
,
Fred
.
"
"
Not
at
all
.
She
would
not
have
said
so
if
you
had
not
provoked
her
.
"
Before
reaching
home
,
Fred
concluded
that
he
would
tell
the
whole
affair
as
simply
as
possible
to
his
father
,
who
might
perhaps
take
on
himself
the
unpleasant
business
of
speaking
to
Bulstrode
.
BOOK
II
.
OLD
AND
YOUNG
.
CHAPTER
XIII
.
1st
Gent
.
How
class
your
man
?
—
as
better
than
the
most
,
Or
,
seeming
better
,
worse
beneath
that
cloak
?
As
saint
or
knave
,
pilgrim
or
hypocrite
?
2d
Gent
.
Nay
,
tell
me
how
you
class
your
wealth
of
books
The
drifted
relics
of
all
time
.
As
well
sort
them
at
once
by
size
and
livery
:
Vellum
,
tall
copies
,
and
the
common
calf
Will
hardly
cover
more
diversity
Than
all
your
labels
cunningly
devised
To
class
your
unread
authors
.
In
consequence
of
what
he
had
heard
from
Fred
,
Mr.
Vincy
determined
to
speak
with
Mr.
Bulstrode
in
his
private
room
at
the
Bank
at
half-past
one
,
when
he
was
usually
free
from
other
callers
.
But
a
visitor
had
come
in
at
one
o'clock
,
and
Mr.
Bulstrode
had
so
much
to
say
to
him
,
that
there
was
little
chance
of
the
interview
being
over
in
half
an
hour
.
The
banker
's
speech
was
fluent
,
but
it
was
also
copious
,
and
he
used
up
an
appreciable
amount
of
time
in
brief
meditative
pauses
.
Do
not
imagine
his
sickly
aspect
to
have
been
of
the
yellow
,
black-haired
sort
:
he
had
a
pale
blond
skin
,
thin
gray-besprinkled
brown
hair
,
light-gray
eyes
,
and
a
large
forehead
.
Loud
men
called
his
subdued
tone
an
undertone
,
and
sometimes
implied
that
it
was
inconsistent
with
openness
;
though
there
seems
to
be
no
reason
why
a
loud
man
should
not
be
given
to
concealment
of
anything
except
his
own
voice
,
unless
it
can
be
shown
that
Holy
Writ
has
placed
the
seat
of
candor
in
the
lungs
.
Mr.
Bulstrode
had
also
a
deferential
bending
attitude
in
listening
,
and
an
apparently
fixed
attentiveness
in
his
eyes
which
made
those
persons
who
thought
themselves
worth
hearing
infer
that
he
was
seeking
the
utmost
improvement
from
their
discourse
.
Others
,
who
expected
to
make
no
great
figure
,
disliked
this
kind
of
moral
lantern
turned
on
them
.
If
you
are
not
proud
of
your
cellar
,
there
is
no
thrill
of
satisfaction
in
seeing
your
guest
hold
up
his
wine-glass
to
the
light
and
look
judicial
.
Such
joys
are
reserved
for
conscious
merit
.
Hence
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
close
attention
was
not
agreeable
to
the
publicans
and
sinners
in
Middlemarch
;
it
was
attributed
by
some
to
his
being
a
Pharisee
,
and
by
others
to
his
being
Evangelical
.
Less
superficial
reasoners
among
them
wished
to
know
who
his
father
and
grandfather
were
,
observing
that
five-and-twenty
years
ago
nobody
had
ever
heard
of
a
Bulstrode
in
Middlemarch
.
To
his
present
visitor
,
Lydgate
,
the
scrutinizing
look
was
a
matter
of
indifference
:
he
simply
formed
an
unfavourable
opinion
of
the
banker
's
constitution
,
and
concluded
that
he
had
an
eager
inward
life
with
little
enjoyment
of
tangible
things
.
"
I
shall
be
exceedingly
obliged
if
you
will
look
in
on
me
here
occasionally
,
Mr.
Lydgate
,
"
the
banker
observed
,
after
a
brief
pause
.
"
If
,
as
I
dare
to
hope
,
I
have
the
privilege
of
finding
you
a
valuable
coadjutor
in
the
interesting
matter
of
hospital
management
,
there
will
be
many
questions
which
we
shall
need
to
discuss
in
private
.
As
to
the
new
hospital
,
which
is
nearly
finished
,
I
shall
consider
what
you
have
said
about
the
advantages
of
the
special
destination
for
fevers
.
The
decision
will
rest
with
me
,
for
though
Lord
Medlicote
has
given
the
land
and
timber
for
the
building
,
he
is
not
disposed
to
give
his
personal
attention
to
the
object
.
"
"
There
are
few
things
better
worth
the
pains
in
a
provincial
town
like
this
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
A
fine
fever
hospital
in
addition
to
the
old
infirmary
might
be
the
nucleus
of
a
medical
school
here
,
when
once
we
get
our
medical
reforms
;
and
what
would
do
more
for
medical
education
than
the
spread
of
such
schools
over
the
country
?
A
born
provincial
man
who
has
a
grain
of
public
spirit
as
well
as
a
few
ideas
,
should
do
what
he
can
to
resist
the
rush
of
everything
that
is
a
little
better
than
common
towards
London
.
Any
valid
professional
aims
may
often
find
a
freer
,
if
not
a
richer
field
,
in
the
provinces
.
"
One
of
Lydgate
's
gifts
was
a
voice
habitually
deep
and
sonorous
,
yet
capable
of
becoming
very
low
and
gentle
at
the
right
moment
.
About
his
ordinary
bearing
there
was
a
certain
fling
,
a
fearless
expectation
of
success
,
a
confidence
in
his
own
powers
and
integrity
much
fortified
by
contempt
for
petty
obstacles
or
seductions
of
which
he
had
had
no
experience
.
But
this
proud
openness
was
made
lovable
by
an
expression
of
unaffected
good-will
.
Mr.
Bulstrode
perhaps
liked
him
the
better
for
the
difference
between
them
in
pitch
and
manners
;
he
certainly
liked
him
the
better
,
as
Rosamond
did
,
for
being
a
stranger
in
Middlemarch
.
One
can
begin
so
many
things
with
a
new
person
!
—
even
begin
to
be
a
better
man
.
"
I
shall
rejoice
to
furnish
your
zeal
with
fuller
opportunities
,
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
answered
;
"
I
mean
,
by
confiding
to
you
the
superintendence
of
my
new
hospital
,
should
a
maturer
knowledge
favour
that
issue
,
for
I
am
determined
that
so
great
an
object
shall
not
be
shackled
by
our
two
physicians
.
Indeed
,
I
am
encouraged
to
consider
your
advent
to
this
town
as
a
gracious
indication
that
a
more
manifest
blessing
is
now
to
be
awarded
to
my
efforts
,
which
have
hitherto
been
much
withstood
.
With
regard
to
the
old
infirmary
,
we
have
gained
the
initial
point
—
I
mean
your
election
.
And
now
I
hope
you
will
not
shrink
from
incurring
a
certain
amount
of
jealousy
and
dislike
from
your
professional
brethren
by
presenting
yourself
as
a
reformer
.
"
"
I
will
not
profess
bravery
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
smiling
,
"
but
I
acknowledge
a
good
deal
of
pleasure
in
fighting
,
and
I
should
not
care
for
my
profession
,
if
I
did
not
believe
that
better
methods
were
to
be
found
and
enforced
there
as
well
as
everywhere
else
.
"
"
The
standard
of
that
profession
is
low
in
Middlemarch
,
my
dear
sir
,
"
said
the
banker
.
"
I
mean
in
knowledge
and
skill
;
not
in
social
status
,
for
our
medical
men
are
most
of
them
connected
with
respectable
townspeople
here
.
My
own
imperfect
health
has
induced
me
to
give
some
attention
to
those
palliative
resources
which
the
divine
mercy
has
placed
within
our
reach
.
I
have
consulted
eminent
men
in
the
metropolis
,
and
I
am
painfully
aware
of
the
backwardness
under
which
medical
treatment
labours
in
our
provincial
districts
.
"
"
Yes
;
—
with
our
present
medical
rules
and
education
,
one
must
be
satisfied
now
and
then
to
meet
with
a
fair
practitioner
.
As
to
all
the
higher
questions
which
determine
the
starting-point
of
a
diagnosis
—
as
to
the
philosophy
of
medical
evidence
—
any
glimmering
of
these
can
only
come
from
a
scientific
culture
of
which
country
practitioners
have
usually
no
more
notion
than
the
man
in
the
moon
.
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
bending
and
looking
intently
,
found
the
form
which
Lydgate
had
given
to
his
agreement
not
quite
suited
to
his
comprehension
.
Under
such
circumstances
a
judicious
man
changes
the
topic
and
enters
on
ground
where
his
own
gifts
may
be
more
useful
.
"
I
am
aware
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
the
peculiar
bias
of
medical
ability
is
towards
material
means
.
Nevertheless
,
Mr.
Lydgate
,
I
hope
we
shall
not
vary
in
sentiment
as
to
a
measure
in
which
you
are
not
likely
to
be
actively
concerned
,
but
in
which
your
sympathetic
concurrence
may
be
an
aid
to
me
.
You
recognize
,
I
hope
;
the
existence
of
spiritual
interests
in
your
patients
?
"
"
Certainly
I
do
.
But
those
words
are
apt
to
cover
different
meanings
to
different
minds
.
"
"
Precisely
.
And
on
such
subjects
wrong
teaching
is
as
fatal
as
no
teaching
.
Now
a
point
which
I
have
much
at
heart
to
secure
is
a
new
regulation
as
to
clerical
attendance
at
the
old
infirmary
.
The
building
stands
in
Mr.
Farebrother
's
parish
.
You
know
Mr.
Farebrother
?
"
"
I
have
seen
him
.
He
gave
me
his
vote
.
I
must
call
to
thank
him
.
He
seems
a
very
bright
pleasant
little
fellow
.
And
I
understand
he
is
a
naturalist
.
"
"
Mr.
Farebrother
,
my
dear
sir
,
is
a
man
deeply
painful
to
contemplate
.
I
suppose
there
is
not
a
clergyman
in
this
country
who
has
greater
talents
.
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
paused
and
looked
meditative
.
"
I
have
not
yet
been
pained
by
finding
any
excessive
talent
in
Middlemarch
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
bluntly
.
"
What
I
desire
,
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
continued
,
looking
still
more
serious
,
"
is
that
Mr.
Farebrother
's
attendance
at
the
hospital
should
be
superseded
by
the
appointment
of
a
chaplain
—
of
Mr.
Tyke
,
in
fact
—
and
that
no
other
spiritual
aid
should
be
called
in
.
"
"
As
a
medical
man
I
could
have
no
opinion
on
such
a
point
unless
I
knew
Mr.
Tyke
,
and
even
then
I
should
require
to
know
the
cases
in
which
he
was
applied
.
"
Lydgate
smiled
,
but
he
was
bent
on
being
circumspect
.
"
Of
course
you
cannot
enter
fully
into
the
merits
of
this
measure
at
present
.
But
"
—
here
Mr.
Bulstrode
began
to
speak
with
a
more
chiselled
emphasis
—
"
the
subject
is
likely
to
be
referred
to
the
medical
board
of
the
infirmary
,
and
what
I
trust
I
may
ask
of
you
is
,
that
in
virtue
of
the
cooperation
between
us
which
I
now
look
forward
to
,
you
will
not
,
so
far
as
you
are
concerned
,
be
influenced
by
my
opponents
in
this
matter
.
"
"
I
hope
I
shall
have
nothing
to
do
with
clerical
disputes
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
The
path
I
have
chosen
is
to
work
well
in
my
own
profession
.
"
"
My
responsibility
,
Mr.
Lydgate
,
is
of
a
broader
kind
.
With
me
,
indeed
,
this
question
is
one
of
sacred
accountableness
;
whereas
with
my
opponents
,
I
have
good
reason
to
say
that
it
is
an
occasion
for
gratifying
a
spirit
of
worldly
opposition
.
But
I
shall
not
therefore
drop
one
iota
of
my
convictions
,
or
cease
to
identify
myself
with
that
truth
which
an
evil
generation
hates
.
I
have
devoted
myself
to
this
object
of
hospital-improvement
,
but
I
will
boldly
confess
to
you
,
Mr.
Lydgate
,
that
I
should
have
no
interest
in
hospitals
if
I
believed
that
nothing
more
was
concerned
therein
than
the
cure
of
mortal
diseases
.
I
have
another
ground
of
action
,
and
in
the
face
of
persecution
I
will
not
conceal
it
.
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
voice
had
become
a
loud
and
agitated
whisper
as
he
said
the
last
words
.
"
There
we
certainly
differ
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
But
he
was
not
sorry
that
the
door
was
now
opened
,
and
Mr.
Vincy
was
announced
.
That
florid
sociable
personage
was
become
more
interesting
to
him
since
he
had
seen
Rosamond
.
Not
that
,
like
her
,
he
had
been
weaving
any
future
in
which
their
lots
were
united
;
but
a
man
naturally
remembers
a
charming
girl
with
pleasure
,
and
is
willing
to
dine
where
he
may
see
her
again
.
Before
he
took
leave
,
Mr.
Vincy
had
given
that
invitation
which
he
had
been
"
in
no
hurry
about
,
"
for
Rosamond
at
breakfast
had
mentioned
that
she
thought
her
uncle
Featherstone
had
taken
the
new
doctor
into
great
favour
.
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
alone
with
his
brother-in-law
,
poured
himself
out
a
glass
of
water
,
and
opened
a
sandwich-box
.
"
I
cannot
persuade
you
to
adopt
my
regimen
,
Vincy
?
"
"
No
,
no
;
I
've
no
opinion
of
that
system
.
Life
wants
padding
,
"
said
Mr.
Vincy
,
unable
to
omit
his
portable
theory
.
"
However
,
"
he
went
on
,
accenting
the
word
,
as
if
to
dismiss
all
irrelevance
,
"
what
I
came
here
to
talk
about
was
a
little
affair
of
my
young
scapegrace
,
Fred
's
.
"
"
That
is
a
subject
on
which
you
and
I
are
likely
to
take
quite
as
different
views
as
on
diet
,
Vincy
.
"
"
I
hope
not
this
time
.
"
(
Mr.
Vincy
was
resolved
to
be
good-humored
.
)
"
The
fact
is
,
it
's
about
a
whim
of
old
Featherstone
's
.
Somebody
has
been
cooking
up
a
story
out
of
spite
,
and
telling
it
to
the
old
man
,
to
try
to
set
him
against
Fred
.
He
's
very
fond
of
Fred
,
and
is
likely
to
do
something
handsome
for
him
;
indeed
he
has
as
good
as
told
Fred
that
he
means
to
leave
him
his
land
,
and
that
makes
other
people
jealous
.
"
"
Vincy
,
I
must
repeat
,
that
you
will
not
get
any
concurrence
from
me
as
to
the
course
you
have
pursued
with
your
eldest
son
.
It
was
entirely
from
worldly
vanity
that
you
destined
him
for
the
Church
:
with
a
family
of
three
sons
and
four
daughters
,
you
were
not
warranted
in
devoting
money
to
an
expensive
education
which
has
succeeded
in
nothing
but
in
giving
him
extravagant
idle
habits
.
You
are
now
reaping
the
consequences
.
"
To
point
out
other
people
's
errors
was
a
duty
that
Mr.
Bulstrode
rarely
shrank
from
,
but
Mr.
Vincy
was
not
equally
prepared
to
be
patient
.
When
a
man
has
the
immediate
prospect
of
being
mayor
,
and
is
ready
,
in
the
interests
of
commerce
,
to
take
up
a
firm
attitude
on
politics
generally
,
he
has
naturally
a
sense
of
his
importance
to
the
framework
of
things
which
seems
to
throw
questions
of
private
conduct
into
the
background
.
And
this
particular
reproof
irritated
him
more
than
any
other
.
It
was
eminently
superfluous
to
him
to
be
told
that
he
was
reaping
the
consequences
.
But
he
felt
his
neck
under
Bulstrode
's
yoke
;
and
though
he
usually
enjoyed
kicking
,
he
was
anxious
to
refrain
from
that
relief
.
"
As
to
that
,
Bulstrode
,
it
's
no
use
going
back
.
I
'm
not
one
of
your
pattern
men
,
and
I
do
n't
pretend
to
be
.
I
could
n't
foresee
everything
in
the
trade
;
there
was
n't
a
finer
business
in
Middlemarch
than
ours
,
and
the
lad
was
clever
.
My
poor
brother
was
in
the
Church
,
and
would
have
done
well
—
had
got
preferment
already
,
but
that
stomach
fever
took
him
off
:
else
he
might
have
been
a
dean
by
this
time
.
I
think
I
was
justified
in
what
I
tried
to
do
for
Fred
.
If
you
come
to
religion
,
it
seems
to
me
a
man
should
n't
want
to
carve
out
his
meat
to
an
ounce
beforehand
:
—
one
must
trust
a
little
to
Providence
and
be
generous
.
It
's
a
good
British
feeling
to
try
and
raise
your
family
a
little
:
in
my
opinion
,
it
's
a
father
's
duty
to
give
his
sons
a
fine
chance
.
"
"
I
do
n't
wish
to
act
otherwise
than
as
your
best
friend
,
Vincy
,
when
I
say
that
what
you
have
been
uttering
just
now
is
one
mass
of
worldliness
and
inconsistent
folly
.
"
"
Very
well
,
"
said
Mr.
Vincy
,
kicking
in
spite
of
resolutions
,
"
I
never
professed
to
be
anything
but
worldly
;
and
,
what
's
more
,
I
do
n't
see
anybody
else
who
is
not
worldly
.
I
suppose
you
do
n't
conduct
business
on
what
you
call
unworldly
principles
.
The
only
difference
I
see
is
that
one
worldliness
is
a
little
bit
honester
than
another
.
"
"
This
kind
of
discussion
is
unfruitful
,
Vincy
,
"
said
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
who
,
finishing
his
sandwich
,
had
thrown
himself
back
in
his
chair
,
and
shaded
his
eyes
as
if
weary
.
"
You
had
some
more
particular
business
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
.
The
long
and
short
of
it
is
,
somebody
has
told
old
Featherstone
,
giving
you
as
the
authority
,
that
Fred
has
been
borrowing
or
trying
to
borrow
money
on
the
prospect
of
his
land
.
Of
course
you
never
said
any
such
nonsense
.
But
the
old
fellow
will
insist
on
it
that
Fred
should
bring
him
a
denial
in
your
handwriting
;
that
is
,
just
a
bit
of
a
note
saying
you
do
n't
believe
a
word
of
such
stuff
,
either
of
his
having
borrowed
or
tried
to
borrow
in
such
a
fool
's
way
.
I
suppose
you
can
have
no
objection
to
do
that
.
"
"
Pardon
me
.
I
have
an
objection
.
I
am
by
no
means
sure
that
your
son
,
in
his
recklessness
and
ignorance
—
I
will
use
no
severer
word
—
has
not
tried
to
raise
money
by
holding
out
his
future
prospects
,
or
even
that
some
one
may
not
have
been
foolish
enough
to
supply
him
on
so
vague
a
presumption
:
there
is
plenty
of
such
lax
money-lending
as
of
other
folly
in
the
world
.
"
"
But
Fred
gives
me
his
honour
that
he
has
never
borrowed
money
on
the
pretence
of
any
understanding
about
his
uncle
's
land
.
He
is
not
a
liar
.
I
do
n't
want
to
make
him
better
than
he
is
.
I
have
blown
him
up
well
—
nobody
can
say
I
wink
at
what
he
does
.
But
he
is
not
a
liar
.
And
I
should
have
thought
—
but
I
may
be
wrong
—
that
there
was
no
religion
to
hinder
a
man
from
believing
the
best
of
a
young
fellow
,
when
you
do
n't
know
worse
.
It
seems
to
me
it
would
be
a
poor
sort
of
religion
to
put
a
spoke
in
his
wheel
by
refusing
to
say
you
do
n't
believe
such
harm
of
him
as
you
've
got
no
good
reason
to
believe
.
"
"
I
am
not
at
all
sure
that
I
should
be
befriending
your
son
by
smoothing
his
way
to
the
future
possession
of
Featherstone
's
property
.
I
cannot
regard
wealth
as
a
blessing
to
those
who
use
it
simply
as
a
harvest
for
this
world
.
You
do
not
like
to
hear
these
things
,
Vincy
,
but
on
this
occasion
I
feel
called
upon
to
tell
you
that
I
have
no
motive
for
furthering
such
a
disposition
of
property
as
that
which
you
refer
to
.
I
do
not
shrink
from
saying
that
it
will
not
tend
to
your
son
's
eternal
welfare
or
to
the
glory
of
God
.
Why
then
should
you
expect
me
to
pen
this
kind
of
affidavit
,
which
has
no
object
but
to
keep
up
a
foolish
partiality
and
secure
a
foolish
bequest
?
"
"
If
you
mean
to
hinder
everybody
from
having
money
but
saints
and
evangelists
,
you
must
give
up
some
profitable
partnerships
,
that
's
all
I
can
say
,
"
Mr.
Vincy
burst
out
very
bluntly
.
"
It
may
be
for
the
glory
of
God
,
but
it
is
not
for
the
glory
of
the
Middlemarch
trade
,
that
Plymdale
's
house
uses
those
blue
and
green
dyes
it
gets
from
the
Brassing
manufactory
;
they
rot
the
silk
,
that
's
all
I
know
about
it
.
Perhaps
if
other
people
knew
so
much
of
the
profit
went
to
the
glory
of
God
,
they
might
like
it
better
.
But
I
do
n't
mind
so
much
about
that
—
I
could
get
up
a
pretty
row
,
if
I
chose
.
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
paused
a
little
before
he
answered
.
"
You
pain
me
very
much
by
speaking
in
this
way
,
Vincy
.
I
do
not
expect
you
to
understand
my
grounds
of
action
—
it
is
not
an
easy
thing
even
to
thread
a
path
for
principles
in
the
intricacies
of
the
world
—
still
less
to
make
the
thread
clear
for
the
careless
and
the
scoffing
.
You
must
remember
,
if
you
please
,
that
I
stretch
my
tolerance
towards
you
as
my
wife
's
brother
,
and
that
it
little
becomes
you
to
complain
of
me
as
withholding
material
help
towards
the
worldly
position
of
your
family
.
I
must
remind
you
that
it
is
not
your
own
prudence
or
judgment
that
has
enabled
you
to
keep
your
place
in
the
trade
.
"
"
Very
likely
not
;
but
you
have
been
no
loser
by
my
trade
yet
,
"
said
Mr.
Vincy
,
thoroughly
nettled
(
a
result
which
was
seldom
much
retarded
by
previous
resolutions
)
.
"
And
when
you
married
Harriet
,
I
do
n't
see
how
you
could
expect
that
our
families
should
not
hang
by
the
same
nail
.
If
you
've
changed
your
mind
,
and
want
my
family
to
come
down
in
the
world
,
you
'd
better
say
so
.
I
've
never
changed
;
I
'm
a
plain
Churchman
now
,
just
as
I
used
to
be
before
doctrines
came
up
.
I
take
the
world
as
I
find
it
,
in
trade
and
everything
else
.
I
'm
contented
to
be
no
worse
than
my
neighbors
.
But
if
you
want
us
to
come
down
in
the
world
,
say
so
.
I
shall
know
better
what
to
do
then
.
"
"
You
talk
unreasonably
.
Shall
you
come
down
in
the
world
for
want
of
this
letter
about
your
son
?
"
"
Well
,
whether
or
not
,
I
consider
it
very
unhandsome
of
you
to
refuse
it
.
Such
doings
may
be
lined
with
religion
,
but
outside
they
have
a
nasty
,
dog-in-the-manger
look
.
You
might
as
well
slander
Fred
:
it
comes
pretty
near
to
it
when
you
refuse
to
say
you
did
n't
set
a
slander
going
.
It
's
this
sort
of
thing
—
this
tyrannical
spirit
,
wanting
to
play
bishop
and
banker
everywhere
—
it
's
this
sort
of
thing
makes
a
man
's
name
stink
.
"
"
Vincy
,
if
you
insist
on
quarrelling
with
me
,
it
will
be
exceedingly
painful
to
Harriet
as
well
as
myself
,
"
said
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
with
a
trifle
more
eagerness
and
paleness
than
usual
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
quarrel
.
It
's
for
my
interest
—
and
perhaps
for
yours
too
—
that
we
should
be
friends
.
I
bear
you
no
grudge
;
I
think
no
worse
of
you
than
I
do
of
other
people
.
A
man
who
half
starves
himself
,
and
goes
the
length
in
family
prayers
,
and
so
on
,
that
you
do
,
believes
in
his
religion
whatever
it
may
be
:
you
could
turn
over
your
capital
just
as
fast
with
cursing
and
swearing
:
—
plenty
of
fellows
do
.
You
like
to
be
master
,
there
's
no
denying
that
;
you
must
be
first
chop
in
heaven
,
else
you
wo
n't
like
it
much
.
But
you
're
my
sister
's
husband
,
and
we
ought
to
stick
together
;
and
if
I
know
Harriet
,
she
'll
consider
it
your
fault
if
we
quarrel
because
you
strain
at
a
gnat
in
this
way
,
and
refuse
to
do
Fred
a
good
turn
.
And
I
do
n't
mean
to
say
I
shall
bear
it
well
.
I
consider
it
unhandsome
.
"
Mr.
Vincy
rose
,
began
to
button
his
great-coat
,
and
looked
steadily
at
his
brother-in-law
,
meaning
to
imply
a
demand
for
a
decisive
answer
.
This
was
not
the
first
time
that
Mr.
Bulstrode
had
begun
by
admonishing
Mr.
Vincy
,
and
had
ended
by
seeing
a
very
unsatisfactory
reflection
of
himself
in
the
coarse
unflattering
mirror
which
that
manufacturer
's
mind
presented
to
the
subtler
lights
and
shadows
of
his
fellow-men
;
and
perhaps
his
experience
ought
to
have
warned
him
how
the
scene
would
end
.
But
a
full-fed
fountain
will
be
generous
with
its
waters
even
in
the
rain
,
when
they
are
worse
than
useless
;
and
a
fine
fount
of
admonition
is
apt
to
be
equally
irrepressible
.
It
was
not
in
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
nature
to
comply
directly
in
consequence
of
uncomfortable
suggestions
.
Before
changing
his
course
,
he
always
needed
to
shape
his
motives
and
bring
them
into
accordance
with
his
habitual
standard
.
He
said
,
at
last
—
"
I
will
reflect
a
little
,
Vincy
.
I
will
mention
the
subject
to
Harriet
.
I
shall
probably
send
you
a
letter
.
"
"
Very
well
.
As
soon
as
you
can
,
please
.
I
hope
it
will
all
be
settled
before
I
see
you
to-morrow
.
"
CHAPTER
XIV
.
"
Follows
here
the
strict
receipt
For
that
sauce
to
dainty
meat
,
Named
Idleness
,
which
many
eat
By
preference
,
and
call
it
sweet
:
First
watch
for
morsels
,
like
a
hound
Mix
well
with
buffets
,
stir
them
round
With
good
thick
oil
of
flatteries
,
And
froth
with
mean
self-lauding
lies
.
Serve
warm
:
the
vessels
you
must
choose
To
keep
it
in
are
dead
men
's
shoes
.
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
consultation
of
Harriet
seemed
to
have
had
the
effect
desired
by
Mr.
Vincy
,
for
early
the
next
morning
a
letter
came
which
Fred
could
carry
to
Mr.
Featherstone
as
the
required
testimony
.
The
old
gentleman
was
staying
in
bed
on
account
of
the
cold
weather
,
and
as
Mary
Garth
was
not
to
be
seen
in
the
sitting-room
,
Fred
went
up-stairs
immediately
and
presented
the
letter
to
his
uncle
,
who
,
propped
up
comfortably
on
a
bed-rest
,
was
not
less
able
than
usual
to
enjoy
his
consciousness
of
wisdom
in
distrusting
and
frustrating
mankind
.
He
put
on
his
spectacles
to
read
the
letter
,
pursing
up
his
lips
and
drawing
down
their
corners
.
"
Under
the
circumstances
I
will
not
decline
to
state
my
conviction
—
tchah
!
what
fine
words
the
fellow
puts
!
He
's
as
fine
as
an
auctioneer
—
that
your
son
Frederic
has
not
obtained
any
advance
of
money
on
bequests
promised
by
Mr.
Featherstone
—
promised
?
who
said
I
had
ever
promised
?
I
promise
nothing
—
I
shall
make
codicils
as
long
as
I
like
—
and
that
considering
the
nature
of
such
a
proceeding
,
it
is
unreasonable
to
presume
that
a
young
man
of
sense
and
character
would
attempt
it
—
ah
,
but
the
gentleman
does
n't
say
you
are
a
young
man
of
sense
and
character
,
mark
you
that
,
sir
!
—
As
to
my
own
concern
with
any
report
of
such
a
nature
,
I
distinctly
affirm
that
I
never
made
any
statement
to
the
effect
that
your
son
had
borrowed
money
on
any
property
that
might
accrue
to
him
on
Mr.
Featherstone
's
demise
—
bless
my
heart
!
'
property
'
—
accrue
—
demise
!
Lawyer
Standish
is
nothing
to
him
.
He
could
n't
speak
finer
if
he
wanted
to
borrow
.
Well
,
"
Mr.
Featherstone
here
looked
over
his
spectacles
at
Fred
,
while
he
handed
back
the
letter
to
him
with
a
contemptuous
gesture
,
"
you
do
n't
suppose
I
believe
a
thing
because
Bulstrode
writes
it
out
fine
,
eh
?
"
Fred
coloured
.
"
You
wished
to
have
the
letter
,
sir
.
I
should
think
it
very
likely
that
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
denial
is
as
good
as
the
authority
which
told
you
what
he
denies
.
"
"
Every
bit
.
I
never
said
I
believed
either
one
or
the
other
.
And
now
what
d
'
you
expect
?
"
said
Mr.
Featherstone
,
curtly
,
keeping
on
his
spectacles
,
but
withdrawing
his
hands
under
his
wraps
.
"
I
expect
nothing
,
sir
.
"
Fred
with
difficulty
restrained
himself
from
venting
his
irritation
.
"
I
came
to
bring
you
the
letter
.
If
you
like
I
will
bid
you
good
morning
.
"
"
Not
yet
,
not
yet
.
Ring
the
bell
;
I
want
missy
to
come
.
"
It
was
a
servant
who
came
in
answer
to
the
bell
.
"
Tell
missy
to
come
!
"
said
Mr.
Featherstone
,
impatiently
.
"
What
business
had
she
to
go
away
?
"
He
spoke
in
the
same
tone
when
Mary
came
.
"
Why
could
n't
you
sit
still
here
till
I
told
you
to
go
?
I
want
my
waistcoat
now
.
I
told
you
always
to
put
it
on
the
bed
.
"
Mary
's
eyes
looked
rather
red
,
as
if
she
had
been
crying
.
It
was
clear
that
Mr.
Featherstone
was
in
one
of
his
most
snappish
humors
this
morning
,
and
though
Fred
had
now
the
prospect
of
receiving
the
much-needed
present
of
money
,
he
would
have
preferred
being
free
to
turn
round
on
the
old
tyrant
and
tell
him
that
Mary
Garth
was
too
good
to
be
at
his
beck
.
Though
Fred
had
risen
as
she
entered
the
room
,
she
had
barely
noticed
him
,
and
looked
as
if
her
nerves
were
quivering
with
the
expectation
that
something
would
be
thrown
at
her
.
But
she
never
had
anything
worse
than
words
to
dread
.
When
she
went
to
reach
the
waistcoat
from
a
peg
,
Fred
went
up
to
her
and
said
,
"
Allow
me
.
"
"
Let
it
alone
!
You
bring
it
,
missy
,
and
lay
it
down
here
,
"
said
Mr.
Featherstone
.
"
Now
you
go
away
again
till
I
call
you
,
"
he
added
,
when
the
waistcoat
was
laid
down
by
him
.
It
was
usual
with
him
to
season
his
pleasure
in
showing
favour
to
one
person
by
being
especially
disagreeable
to
another
,
and
Mary
was
always
at
hand
to
furnish
the
condiment
.
When
his
own
relatives
came
she
was
treated
better
.
Slowly
he
took
out
a
bunch
of
keys
from
the
waistcoat
pocket
,
and
slowly
he
drew
forth
a
tin
box
which
was
under
the
bed-clothes
.
"
You
expect
I
am
going
to
give
you
a
little
fortune
,
eh
?
"
he
said
,
looking
above
his
spectacles
and
pausing
in
the
act
of
opening
the
lid
.
"
Not
at
all
,
sir
.
You
were
good
enough
to
speak
of
making
me
a
present
the
other
day
,
else
,
of
course
,
I
should
not
have
thought
of
the
matter
.
"
But
Fred
was
of
a
hopeful
disposition
,
and
a
vision
had
presented
itself
of
a
sum
just
large
enough
to
deliver
him
from
a
certain
anxiety
.
When
Fred
got
into
debt
,
it
always
seemed
to
him
highly
probable
that
something
or
other
—
he
did
not
necessarily
conceive
what
—
would
come
to
pass
enabling
him
to
pay
in
due
time
.
And
now
that
the
providential
occurrence
was
apparently
close
at
hand
,
it
would
have
been
sheer
absurdity
to
think
that
the
supply
would
be
short
of
the
need
:
as
absurd
as
a
faith
that
believed
in
half
a
miracle
for
want
of
strength
to
believe
in
a
whole
one
.
The
deep-veined
hands
fingered
many
bank-notes
one
after
the
other
,
laying
them
down
flat
again
,
while
Fred
leaned
back
in
his
chair
,
scorning
to
look
eager
.
He
held
himself
to
be
a
gentleman
at
heart
,
and
did
not
like
courting
an
old
fellow
for
his
money
.
At
last
,
Mr.
Featherstone
eyed
him
again
over
his
spectacles
and
presented
him
with
a
little
sheaf
of
notes
:
Fred
could
see
distinctly
that
there
were
but
five
,
as
the
less
significant
edges
gaped
towards
him
.
But
then
,
each
might
mean
fifty
pounds
.
He
took
them
,
saying
—
"
I
am
very
much
obliged
to
you
,
sir
,
"
and
was
going
to
roll
them
up
without
seeming
to
think
of
their
value
.
But
this
did
not
suit
Mr.
Featherstone
,
who
was
eying
him
intently
.
"
Come
,
do
n't
you
think
it
worth
your
while
to
count
'
em
?
You
take
money
like
a
lord
;
I
suppose
you
lose
it
like
one
.
"
"
I
thought
I
was
not
to
look
a
gift-horse
in
the
mouth
,
sir
.
But
I
shall
be
very
happy
to
count
them
.
"
Fred
was
not
so
happy
,
however
,
after
he
had
counted
them
.
For
they
actually
presented
the
absurdity
of
being
less
than
his
hopefulness
had
decided
that
they
must
be
.
What
can
the
fitness
of
things
mean
,
if
not
their
fitness
to
a
man
's
expectations
?
Failing
this
,
absurdity
and
atheism
gape
behind
him
.
The
collapse
for
Fred
was
severe
when
he
found
that
he
held
no
more
than
five
twenties
,
and
his
share
in
the
higher
education
of
this
country
did
not
seem
to
help
him
.
Nevertheless
he
said
,
with
rapid
changes
in
his
fair
complexion
—
"
It
is
very
handsome
of
you
,
sir
.
"
"
I
should
think
it
is
,
"
said
Mr.
Featherstone
,
locking
his
box
and
replacing
it
,
then
taking
off
his
spectacles
deliberately
,
and
at
length
,
as
if
his
inward
meditation
had
more
deeply
convinced
him
,
repeating
,
"
I
should
think
it
handsome
.
"
"
I
assure
you
,
sir
,
I
am
very
grateful
,
"
said
Fred
,
who
had
had
time
to
recover
his
cheerful
air
.
"
So
you
ought
to
be
.
You
want
to
cut
a
figure
in
the
world
,
and
I
reckon
Peter
Featherstone
is
the
only
one
you
've
got
to
trust
to
.
"
Here
the
old
man
's
eyes
gleamed
with
a
curiously
mingled
satisfaction
in
the
consciousness
that
this
smart
young
fellow
relied
upon
him
,
and
that
the
smart
young
fellow
was
rather
a
fool
for
doing
so
.
"
Yes
,
indeed
:
I
was
not
born
to
very
splendid
chances
.
Few
men
have
been
more
cramped
than
I
have
been
,
"
said
Fred
,
with
some
sense
of
surprise
at
his
own
virtue
,
considering
how
hardly
he
was
dealt
with
.
"
It
really
seems
a
little
too
bad
to
have
to
ride
a
broken-winded
hunter
,
and
see
men
,
who
,
are
not
half
such
good
judges
as
yourself
,
able
to
throw
away
any
amount
of
money
on
buying
bad
bargains
.
"
"
Well
,
you
can
buy
yourself
a
fine
hunter
now
.
Eighty
pound
is
enough
for
that
,
I
reckon
—
and
you
'll
have
twenty
pound
over
to
get
yourself
out
of
any
little
scrape
,
"
said
Mr.
Featherstone
,
chuckling
slightly
.
"
You
are
very
good
,
sir
,
"
said
Fred
,
with
a
fine
sense
of
contrast
between
the
words
and
his
feeling
.
"
Ay
,
rather
a
better
uncle
than
your
fine
uncle
Bulstrode
.
You
wo
n't
get
much
out
of
his
spekilations
,
I
think
.
He
's
got
a
pretty
strong
string
round
your
father
's
leg
,
by
what
I
hear
,
eh
?
"
"
My
father
never
tells
me
anything
about
his
affairs
,
sir
.
"
"
Well
,
he
shows
some
sense
there
.
But
other
people
find
'
em
out
without
his
telling
.
He
'll
never
have
much
to
leave
you
:
he
'll
most-like
die
without
a
will
—
he
's
the
sort
of
man
to
do
it
—
let
'
em
make
him
mayor
of
Middlemarch
as
much
as
they
like
.
But
you
wo
n't
get
much
by
his
dying
without
a
will
,
though
you
are
the
eldest
son
.
"
Fred
thought
that
Mr.
Featherstone
had
never
been
so
disagreeable
before
.
True
,
he
had
never
before
given
him
quite
so
much
money
at
once
.
"
Shall
I
destroy
this
letter
of
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
,
sir
?
"
said
Fred
,
rising
with
the
letter
as
if
he
would
put
it
in
the
fire
.
"
Ay
,
ay
,
I
do
n't
want
it
.
It
's
worth
no
money
to
me
.
"
Fred
carried
the
letter
to
the
fire
,
and
thrust
the
poker
through
it
with
much
zest
.
He
longed
to
get
out
of
the
room
,
but
he
was
a
little
ashamed
before
his
inner
self
,
as
well
as
before
his
uncle
,
to
run
away
immediately
after
pocketing
the
money
.
Presently
,
the
farm-bailiff
came
up
to
give
his
master
a
report
,
and
Fred
,
to
his
unspeakable
relief
,
was
dismissed
with
the
injunction
to
come
again
soon
.
He
had
longed
not
only
to
be
set
free
from
his
uncle
,
but
also
to
find
Mary
Garth
.
She
was
now
in
her
usual
place
by
the
fire
,
with
sewing
in
her
hands
and
a
book
open
on
the
little
table
by
her
side
.
Her
eyelids
had
lost
some
of
their
redness
now
,
and
she
had
her
usual
air
of
self-command
.
"
Am
I
wanted
up-stairs
?
"
she
said
,
half
rising
as
Fred
entered
.
"
No
;
I
am
only
dismissed
,
because
Simmons
is
gone
up
.
"
Mary
sat
down
again
,
and
resumed
her
work
.
She
was
certainly
treating
him
with
more
indifference
than
usual
:
she
did
not
know
how
affectionately
indignant
he
had
felt
on
her
behalf
up-stairs
.
"
May
I
stay
here
a
little
,
Mary
,
or
shall
I
bore
you
?
"
"
Pray
sit
down
,
"
said
Mary
;
"
you
will
not
be
so
heavy
a
bore
as
Mr.
John
Waule
,
who
was
here
yesterday
,
and
he
sat
down
without
asking
my
leave
.
"
"
Poor
fellow
!
I
think
he
is
in
love
with
you
.
"
"
I
am
not
aware
of
it
.
And
to
me
it
is
one
of
the
most
odious
things
in
a
girl
's
life
,
that
there
must
always
be
some
supposition
of
falling
in
love
coming
between
her
and
any
man
who
is
kind
to
her
,
and
to
whom
she
is
grateful
.
I
should
have
thought
that
I
,
at
least
,
might
have
been
safe
from
all
that
.
I
have
no
ground
for
the
nonsensical
vanity
of
fancying
everybody
who
comes
near
me
is
in
love
with
me
.
"
Mary
did
not
mean
to
betray
any
feeling
,
but
in
spite
of
herself
she
ended
in
a
tremulous
tone
of
vexation
.
"
Confound
John
Waule
!
I
did
not
mean
to
make
you
angry
.
I
did
n't
know
you
had
any
reason
for
being
grateful
to
me
.
I
forgot
what
a
great
service
you
think
it
if
any
one
snuffs
a
candle
for
you
.
"
Fred
also
had
his
pride
,
and
was
not
going
to
show
that
he
knew
what
had
called
forth
this
outburst
of
Mary
's
.
"
Oh
,
I
am
not
angry
,
except
with
the
ways
of
the
world
.
I
do
like
to
be
spoken
to
as
if
I
had
common-sense
.
I
really
often
feel
as
if
I
could
understand
a
little
more
than
I
ever
hear
even
from
young
gentlemen
who
have
been
to
college
.
"
Mary
had
recovered
,
and
she
spoke
with
a
suppressed
rippling
under-current
of
laughter
pleasant
to
hear
.
"
I
do
n't
care
how
merry
you
are
at
my
expense
this
morning
,
"
said
Fred
,
"
I
thought
you
looked
so
sad
when
you
came
up-stairs
.
It
is
a
shame
you
should
stay
here
to
be
bullied
in
that
way
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
have
an
easy
life
—
by
comparison
.
I
have
tried
being
a
teacher
,
and
I
am
not
fit
for
that
:
my
mind
is
too
fond
of
wandering
on
its
own
way
.
I
think
any
hardship
is
better
than
pretending
to
do
what
one
is
paid
for
,
and
never
really
doing
it
.
Everything
here
I
can
do
as
well
as
any
one
else
could
;
perhaps
better
than
some
—
Rosy
,
for
example
.
Though
she
is
just
the
sort
of
beautiful
creature
that
is
imprisoned
with
ogres
in
fairy
tales
.
"
"
Rosy
!
"
cried
Fred
,
in
a
tone
of
profound
brotherly
scepticism
.
"
Come
,
Fred
!
"
said
Mary
,
emphatically
;
"
you
have
no
right
to
be
so
critical
.
"
"
Do
you
mean
anything
particular
—
just
now
?
"
"
No
,
I
mean
something
general
—
always
.
"
"
Oh
,
that
I
am
idle
and
extravagant
.
Well
,
I
am
not
fit
to
be
a
poor
man
.
I
should
not
have
made
a
bad
fellow
if
I
had
been
rich
.
"
"
You
would
have
done
your
duty
in
that
state
of
life
to
which
it
has
not
pleased
God
to
call
you
,
"
said
Mary
,
laughing
.
"
Well
,
I
could
n't
do
my
duty
as
a
clergyman
,
any
more
than
you
could
do
yours
as
a
governess
.
You
ought
to
have
a
little
fellow-feeling
there
,
Mary
.
"
"
I
never
said
you
ought
to
be
a
clergyman
.
There
are
other
sorts
of
work
.
It
seems
to
me
very
miserable
not
to
resolve
on
some
course
and
act
accordingly
.
"
"
So
I
could
,
if
—
"
Fred
broke
off
,
and
stood
up
,
leaning
against
the
mantel-piece
.
"
If
you
were
sure
you
should
not
have
a
fortune
?
"
"
I
did
not
say
that
.
You
want
to
quarrel
with
me
.
It
is
too
bad
of
you
to
be
guided
by
what
other
people
say
about
me
.
"
"
How
can
I
want
to
quarrel
with
you
?
I
should
be
quarrelling
with
all
my
new
books
,
"
said
Mary
,
lifting
the
volume
on
the
table
.
"
However
naughty
you
may
be
to
other
people
,
you
are
good
to
me
.
"
"
Because
I
like
you
better
than
any
one
else
.
But
I
know
you
despise
me
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
do
—
a
little
,
"
said
Mary
,
nodding
,
with
a
smile
.
"
You
would
admire
a
stupendous
fellow
,
who
would
have
wise
opinions
about
everything
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
should
.
"
Mary
was
sewing
swiftly
,
and
seemed
provokingly
mistress
of
the
situation
.
When
a
conversation
has
taken
a
wrong
turn
for
us
,
we
only
get
farther
and
farther
into
the
swamp
of
awkwardness
.
This
was
what
Fred
Vincy
felt
.
"
I
suppose
a
woman
is
never
in
love
with
any
one
she
has
always
known
—
ever
since
she
can
remember
;
as
a
man
often
is
.
It
is
always
some
new
fellow
who
strikes
a
girl
.
"
"
Let
me
see
,
"
said
Mary
,
the
corners
of
her
mouth
curling
archly
;
"
I
must
go
back
on
my
experience
.
There
is
Juliet
—
she
seems
an
example
of
what
you
say
.
But
then
Ophelia
had
probably
known
Hamlet
a
long
while
;
and
Brenda
Troil
—
she
had
known
Mordaunt
Merton
ever
since
they
were
children
;
but
then
he
seems
to
have
been
an
estimable
young
man
;
and
Minna
was
still
more
deeply
in
love
with
Cleveland
,
who
was
a
stranger
.
Waverley
was
new
to
Flora
MacIvor
;
but
then
she
did
not
fall
in
love
with
him
.
And
there
are
Olivia
and
Sophia
Primrose
,
and
Corinne
—
they
may
be
said
to
have
fallen
in
love
with
new
men
.
Altogether
,
my
experience
is
rather
mixed
.
"
Mary
looked
up
with
some
roguishness
at
Fred
,
and
that
look
of
hers
was
very
dear
to
him
,
