groundthat
they
preferred
giving
to
the
Old
Infirmary
.
Mr.
Bulstrode
met
all
the
expenses
,
and
had
ceased
to
be
sorry
that
he
was
purchasing
the
right
to
carry
out
his
notions
of
improvement
without
hindrance
from
prejudiced
coadjutors
;
but
he
had
had
to
spend
large
sums
,
and
the
building
had
lingered
.
Caleb
Garth
had
undertaken
it
,
had
failed
during
its
progress
,
and
before
the
interior
fittings
were
begun
had
retired
from
the
management
of
the
business
;
and
when
referring
to
the
Hospital
he
often
said
that
however
Bulstrode
might
ring
if
you
tried
him
,
he
liked
good
solid
carpentry
and
masonry
,
and
had
a
notion
both
of
drains
and
chimneys
.
In
fact
,
the
Hospital
had
become
an
object
of
intense
interest
to
Bulstrode
,
and
he
would
willingly
have
continued
to
spare
a
large
yearly
sum
that
he
might
rule
it
dictatorially
without
any
Board
;
but
he
had
another
favourite
object
which
also
required
money
for
its
accomplishment
:
he
wished
to
buy
some
land
in
the
neighborhood
of
Middlemarch
,
and
therefore
he
wished
to
get
considerable
contributions
towards
maintaining
the
Hospital
.
Meanwhile
he
framed
his
plan
of
management
.
The
Hospital
was
to
be
reserved
for
fever
in
all
its
forms
;
Lydgate
was
to
be
chief
medical
superintendent
,
that
he
might
have
free
authority
to
pursue
all
comparative
investigations
which
his
studies
,
particularly
in
Paris
,
had
shown
him
the
importance
of
,
the
other
medical
visitors
having
a
consultative
influence
,
but
no
power
to
contravene
Lydgate
's
ultimate
decisions
;
and
the
general
management
was
to
be
lodged
exclusively
in
the
hands
of
five
directors
associated
with
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
who
were
to
have
votes
in
the
ratio
of
their
contributions
,
the
Board
itself
filling
up
any
vacancy
in
its
numbers
,
and
no
mob
of
small
contributors
being
admitted
to
a
share
of
government
.
There
was
an
immediate
refusal
on
the
part
of
every
medical
man
in
the
town
to
become
a
visitor
at
the
Fever
Hospital
.
"
Very
well
,
"
said
Lydgate
to
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
"
we
have
a
capital
house-surgeon
and
dispenser
,
a
clear-headed
,
neat-handed
fellow
;
we
'll
get
Webbe
from
Crabsley
,
as
good
a
country
practitioner
as
any
of
them
,
to
come
over
twice
a-week
,
and
in
case
of
any
exceptional
operation
,
Protheroe
will
come
from
Brassing
.
I
must
work
the
harder
,
that
's
all
,
and
I
have
given
up
my
post
at
the
Infirmary
.
The
plan
will
flourish
in
spite
of
them
,
and
then
they
'll
be
glad
to
come
in
.
Things
ca
n't
last
as
they
are
:
there
must
be
all
sorts
of
reform
soon
,
and
then
young
fellows
may
be
glad
to
come
and
study
here
.
"
Lydgate
was
in
high
spirits
.
"
I
shall
not
flinch
,
you
may
depend
upon
it
,
Mr.
Lydgate
,
"
said
Mr.
Bulstrode
.
"
While
I
see
you
carrying
out
high
intentions
with
vigor
,
you
shall
have
my
unfailing
support
.
And
I
have
humble
confidence
that
the
blessing
which
has
hitherto
attended
my
efforts
against
the
spirit
of
evil
in
this
town
will
not
be
withdrawn
.
Suitable
directors
to
assist
me
I
have
no
doubt
of
securing
.
Mr.
Brooke
of
Tipton
has
already
given
me
his
concurrence
,
and
a
pledge
to
contribute
yearly
:
he
has
not
specified
the
sum
—
probably
not
a
great
one
.
But
he
will
be
a
useful
member
of
the
board
.
"
A
useful
member
was
perhaps
to
be
defined
as
one
who
would
originate
nothing
,
and
always
vote
with
Mr.
Bulstrode
.
The
medical
aversion
to
Lydgate
was
hardly
disguised
now
.
Neither
Dr.
Sprague
nor
Dr.
Minchin
said
that
he
disliked
Lydgate
's
knowledge
,
or
his
disposition
to
improve
treatment
:
what
they
disliked
was
his
arrogance
,
which
nobody
felt
to
be
altogether
deniable
.
They
implied
that
he
was
insolent
,
pretentious
,
and
given
to
that
reckless
innovation
for
the
sake
of
noise
and
show
which
was
the
essence
of
the
charlatan
.
The
word
charlatan
once
thrown
on
the
air
could
not
be
let
drop
.
In
those
days
the
world
was
agitated
about
the
wondrous
doings
of
Mr.
St.
John
Long
,
"
noblemen
and
gentlemen
"
attesting
his
extraction
of
a
fluid
like
mercury
from
the
temples
of
a
patient
.
Mr.
Toller
remarked
one
day
,
smilingly
,
to
Mrs.
Taft
,
that
"
Bulstrode
had
found
a
man
to
suit
him
in
Lydgate
;
a
charlatan
in
religion
is
sure
to
like
other
sorts
of
charlatans
.
"
"
Yes
,
indeed
,
I
can
imagine
,
"
said
Mrs.
Taft
,
keeping
the
number
of
thirty
stitches
carefully
in
her
mind
all
the
while
;
"
there
are
so
many
of
that
sort
.
I
remember
Mr.
Cheshire
,
with
his
irons
,
trying
to
make
people
straight
when
the
Almighty
had
made
them
crooked
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
said
Mr.
Toller
,
"
Cheshire
was
all
right
—
all
fair
and
above
board
.
But
there
's
St.
John
Long
—
that
's
the
kind
of
fellow
we
call
a
charlatan
,
advertising
cures
in
ways
nobody
knows
anything
about
:
a
fellow
who
wants
to
make
a
noise
by
pretending
to
go
deeper
than
other
people
.
The
other
day
he
was
pretending
to
tap
a
man
's
brain
and
get
quicksilver
out
of
it
.
"
"
Good
gracious
!
what
dreadful
trifling
with
people
's
constitutions
!
"
said
Mrs.
Taft
.
After
this
,
it
came
to
be
held
in
various
quarters
that
Lydgate
played
even
with
respectable
constitutions
for
his
own
purposes
,
and
how
much
more
likely
that
in
his
flighty
experimenting
he
should
make
sixes
and
sevens
of
hospital
patients
.
Especially
it
was
to
be
expected
,
as
the
landlady
of
the
Tankard
had
said
,
that
he
would
recklessly
cut
up
their
dead
bodies
.
For
Lydgate
having
attended
Mrs.
Goby
,
who
died
apparently
of
a
heart-disease
not
very
clearly
expressed
in
the
symptoms
,
too
daringly
asked
leave
of
her
relatives
to
open
the
body
,
and
thus
gave
an
offence
quickly
spreading
beyond
Parley
Street
,
where
that
lady
had
long
resided
on
an
income
such
as
made
this
association
of
her
body
with
the
victims
of
Burke
and
Hare
a
flagrant
insult
to
her
memory
.
Affairs
were
in
this
stage
when
Lydgate
opened
the
subject
of
the
Hospital
to
Dorothea
.
We
see
that
he
was
bearing
enmity
and
silly
misconception
with
much
spirit
,
aware
that
they
were
partly
created
by
his
good
share
of
success
.
"
They
will
not
drive
me
away
,
"
he
said
,
talking
confidentially
in
Mr.
Farebrother
's
study
.
"
I
have
got
a
good
opportunity
here
,
for
the
ends
I
care
most
about
;
and
I
am
pretty
sure
to
get
income
enough
for
our
wants
.
By-and-by
I
shall
go
on
as
quietly
as
possible
:
I
have
no
seductions
now
away
from
home
and
work
.
And
I
am
more
and
more
convinced
that
it
will
be
possible
to
demonstrate
the
homogeneous
origin
of
all
the
tissues
.
Raspail
and
others
are
on
the
same
track
,
and
I
have
been
losing
time
.
"
"
I
have
no
power
of
prophecy
there
,
"
said
Mr.
Farebrother
,
who
had
been
puffing
at
his
pipe
thoughtfully
while
Lydgate
talked
;
"
but
as
to
the
hostility
in
the
town
,
you
'll
weather
it
if
you
are
prudent
.
"
"
How
am
I
to
be
prudent
?
"
said
Lydgate
,
"
I
just
do
what
comes
before
me
to
do
.
I
ca
n't
help
people
's
ignorance
and
spite
,
any
more
than
Vesalius
could
.
It
is
n't
possible
to
square
one
's
conduct
to
silly
conclusions
which
nobody
can
foresee
.
"
"
Quite
true
;
I
did
n't
mean
that
.
I
meant
only
two
things
.
One
is
,
keep
yourself
as
separable
from
Bulstrode
as
you
can
:
of
course
,
you
can
go
on
doing
good
work
of
your
own
by
his
help
;
but
do
n't
get
tied
.
Perhaps
it
seems
like
personal
feeling
in
me
to
say
so
—
and
there
's
a
good
deal
of
that
,
I
own
—
but
personal
feeling
is
not
always
in
the
wrong
if
you
boil
it
down
to
the
impressions
which
make
it
simply
an
opinion
.
"
"
Bulstrode
is
nothing
to
me
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
carelessly
,
"
except
on
public
grounds
.
As
to
getting
very
closely
united
to
him
,
I
am
not
fond
enough
of
him
for
that
.
But
what
was
the
other
thing
you
meant
?
"
said
Lydgate
,
who
was
nursing
his
leg
as
comfortably
as
possible
,
and
feeling
in
no
great
need
of
advice
.
"
Why
,
this
.
Take
care
—
experto
crede
—
take
care
not
to
get
hampered
about
money
matters
.
I
know
,
by
a
word
you
let
fall
one
day
,
that
you
do
n't
like
my
playing
at
cards
so
much
for
money
.
You
are
right
enough
there
.
But
try
and
keep
clear
of
wanting
small
sums
that
you
have
n't
got
.
I
am
perhaps
talking
rather
superfluously
;
but
a
man
likes
to
assume
superiority
over
himself
,
by
holding
up
his
bad
example
and
sermonizing
on
it
.
"
Lydgate
took
Mr.
Farebrother
's
hints
very
cordially
,
though
he
would
hardly
have
borne
them
from
another
man
.
He
could
not
help
remembering
that
he
had
lately
made
some
debts
,
but
these
had
seemed
inevitable
,
and
he
had
no
intention
now
to
do
more
than
keep
house
in
a
simple
way
.
The
furniture
for
which
he
owed
would
not
want
renewing
;
nor
even
the
stock
of
wine
for
a
long
while
.
Many
thoughts
cheered
him
at
that
time
—
and
justly
.
A
man
conscious
of
enthusiasm
for
worthy
aims
is
sustained
under
petty
hostilities
by
the
memory
of
great
workers
who
had
to
fight
their
way
not
without
wounds
,
and
who
hover
in
his
mind
as
patron
saints
,
invisibly
helping
.
At
home
,
that
same
evening
when
he
had
been
chatting
with
Mr.
Farebrother
,
he
had
his
long
legs
stretched
on
the
sofa
,
his
head
thrown
back
,
and
his
hands
clasped
behind
it
according
to
his
favourite
ruminating
attitude
,
while
Rosamond
sat
at
the
piano
,
and
played
one
tune
after
another
,
of
which
her
husband
only
knew
(
like
the
emotional
elephant
he
was
!
)
that
they
fell
in
with
his
mood
as
if
they
had
been
melodious
sea-breezes
.
There
was
something
very
fine
in
Lydgate
's
look
just
then
,
and
any
one
might
have
been
encouraged
to
bet
on
his
achievement
.
In
his
dark
eyes
and
on
his
mouth
and
brow
there
was
that
placidity
which
comes
from
the
fulness
of
contemplative
thought
—
the
mind
not
searching
,
but
beholding
,
and
the
glance
seeming
to
be
filled
with
what
is
behind
it
.
Presently
Rosamond
left
the
piano
and
seated
herself
on
a
chair
close
to
the
sofa
and
opposite
her
husband
's
face
.
"
Is
that
enough
music
for
you
,
my
lord
?
"
she
said
,
folding
her
hands
before
her
and
putting
on
a
little
air
of
meekness
.
"
Yes
,
dear
,
if
you
are
tired
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
gently
,
turning
his
eyes
and
resting
them
on
her
,
but
not
otherwise
moving
.
Rosamond
's
presence
at
that
moment
was
perhaps
no
more
than
a
spoonful
brought
to
the
lake
,
and
her
woman
's
instinct
in
this
matter
was
not
dull
.
"
What
is
absorbing
you
?
"
she
said
,
leaning
forward
and
bringing
her
face
nearer
to
his
.
He
moved
his
hands
and
placed
them
gently
behind
her
shoulders
.
"
I
am
thinking
of
a
great
fellow
,
who
was
about
as
old
as
I
am
three
hundred
years
ago
,
and
had
already
begun
a
new
era
in
anatomy
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
guess
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
shaking
her
head
.
"
We
used
to
play
at
guessing
historical
characters
at
Mrs.
Lemon
's
,
but
not
anatomists
.
"
"
I
'll
tell
you
.
His
name
was
Vesalius
.
And
the
only
way
he
could
get
to
know
anatomy
as
he
did
,
was
by
going
to
snatch
bodies
at
night
,
from
graveyards
and
places
of
execution
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
said
Rosamond
,
with
a
look
of
disgust
on
her
pretty
face
,
"
I
am
very
glad
you
are
not
Vesalius
.
I
should
have
thought
he
might
find
some
less
horrible
way
than
that
.
"
"
No
,
he
could
n't
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
going
on
too
earnestly
to
take
much
notice
of
her
answer
.
"
He
could
only
get
a
complete
skeleton
by
snatching
the
whitened
bones
of
a
criminal
from
the
gallows
,
and
burying
them
,
and
fetching
them
away
by
bits
secretly
,
in
the
dead
of
night
.
"
"
I
hope
he
is
not
one
of
your
great
heroes
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
half
playfully
,
half
anxiously
,
"
else
I
shall
have
you
getting
up
in
the
night
to
go
to
St.
Peter
's
churchyard
.
You
know
how
angry
you
told
me
the
people
were
about
Mrs.
Goby
.
You
have
enemies
enough
already
.
"
"
So
had
Vesalius
,
Rosy
.
No
wonder
the
medical
fogies
in
Middlemarch
are
jealous
,
when
some
of
the
greatest
doctors
living
were
fierce
upon
Vesalius
because
they
had
believed
in
Galen
,
and
he
showed
that
Galen
was
wrong
.
They
called
him
a
liar
and
a
poisonous
monster
.
But
the
facts
of
the
human
frame
were
on
his
side
;
and
so
he
got
the
better
of
them
.
"
"
And
what
happened
to
him
afterwards
?
"
said
Rosamond
,
with
some
interest
.
"
Oh
,
he
had
a
good
deal
of
fighting
to
the
last
.
And
they
did
exasperate
him
enough
at
one
time
to
make
him
burn
a
good
deal
of
his
work
.
Then
he
got
shipwrecked
just
as
he
was
coming
from
Jerusalem
to
take
a
great
chair
at
Padua
.
He
died
rather
miserably
.
"
There
was
a
moment
's
pause
before
Rosamond
said
,
"
Do
you
know
,
Tertius
,
I
often
wish
you
had
not
been
a
medical
man
.
"
"
Nay
,
Rosy
,
do
n't
say
that
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
drawing
her
closer
to
him
.
"
That
is
like
saying
you
wish
you
had
married
another
man
.
"
"
Not
at
all
;
you
are
clever
enough
for
anything
:
you
might
easily
have
been
something
else
.
And
your
cousins
at
Quallingham
all
think
that
you
have
sunk
below
them
in
your
choice
of
a
profession
.
"
"
The
cousins
at
Quallingham
may
go
to
the
devil
!
"
said
Lydgate
,
with
scorn
.
"
It
was
like
their
impudence
if
they
said
anything
of
the
sort
to
you
.
"
"
Still
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
"
I
do
not
think
it
is
a
nice
profession
,
dear
.
"
We
know
that
she
had
much
quiet
perseverance
in
her
opinion
.
"
It
is
the
grandest
profession
in
the
world
,
Rosamond
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
gravely
.
"
And
to
say
that
you
love
me
without
loving
the
medical
man
in
me
,
is
the
same
sort
of
thing
as
to
say
that
you
like
eating
a
peach
but
do
n't
like
its
flavour
.
Do
n't
say
that
again
,
dear
,
it
pains
me
.
"
"
Very
well
,
Doctor
Grave-face
,
"
said
Rosy
,
dimpling
,
"
I
will
declare
in
future
that
I
dote
on
skeletons
,
and
body-snatchers
,
and
bits
of
things
in
phials
,
and
quarrels
with
everybody
,
that
end
in
your
dying
miserably
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
not
so
bad
as
that
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
giving
up
remonstrance
and
petting
her
resignedly
.
CHAPTER
XLVI
.
Pues
no
podemos
haber
aquello
que
queremos
,
queramos
aquello
que
podremos
.
Since
we
cannot
get
what
we
like
,
let
us
like
what
we
can
get
.
—
Spanish
Proverb
.
While
Lydgate
,
safely
married
and
with
the
Hospital
under
his
command
,
felt
himself
struggling
for
Medical
Reform
against
Middlemarch
,
Middlemarch
was
becoming
more
and
more
conscious
of
the
national
struggle
for
another
kind
of
Reform
.
By
the
time
that
Lord
John
Russell
's
measure
was
being
debated
in
the
House
of
Commons
,
there
was
a
new
political
animation
in
Middlemarch
,
and
a
new
definition
of
parties
which
might
show
a
decided
change
of
balance
if
a
new
election
came
.
And
there
were
some
who
already
predicted
this
event
,
declaring
that
a
Reform
Bill
would
never
be
carried
by
the
actual
Parliament
.
This
was
what
Will
Ladislaw
dwelt
on
to
Mr.
Brooke
as
a
reason
for
congratulation
that
he
had
not
yet
tried
his
strength
at
the
hustings
.
"
Things
will
grow
and
ripen
as
if
it
were
a
comet
year
,
"
said
Will
.
"
The
public
temper
will
soon
get
to
a
cometary
heat
,
now
the
question
of
Reform
has
set
in
.
There
is
likely
to
be
another
election
before
long
,
and
by
that
time
Middlemarch
will
have
got
more
ideas
into
its
head
.
What
we
have
to
work
at
now
is
the
'
Pioneer
'
and
political
meetings
.
"
"
Quite
right
,
Ladislaw
;
we
shall
make
a
new
thing
of
opinion
here
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
Only
I
want
to
keep
myself
independent
about
Reform
,
you
know
;
I
do
n't
want
to
go
too
far
.
I
want
to
take
up
Wilberforce
's
and
Romilly
's
line
,
you
know
,
and
work
at
Negro
Emancipation
,
Criminal
Law
—
that
kind
of
thing
.
But
of
course
I
should
support
Grey
.
"
"
If
you
go
in
for
the
principle
of
Reform
,
you
must
be
prepared
to
take
what
the
situation
offers
,
"
said
Will
.
"
If
everybody
pulled
for
his
own
bit
against
everybody
else
,
the
whole
question
would
go
to
tatters
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
I
agree
with
you
—
I
quite
take
that
point
of
view
.
I
should
put
it
in
that
light
.
I
should
support
Grey
,
you
know
.
But
I
do
n't
want
to
change
the
balance
of
the
constitution
,
and
I
do
n't
think
Grey
would
.
"
"
But
that
is
what
the
country
wants
,
"
said
Will
.
"
Else
there
would
be
no
meaning
in
political
unions
or
any
other
movement
that
knows
what
it
's
about
.
It
wants
to
have
a
House
of
Commons
which
is
not
weighted
with
nominees
of
the
landed
class
,
but
with
representatives
of
the
other
interests
.
And
as
to
contending
for
a
reform
short
of
that
,
it
is
like
asking
for
a
bit
of
an
avalanche
which
has
already
begun
to
thunder
.
"
"
That
is
fine
,
Ladislaw
:
that
is
the
way
to
put
it
.
Write
that
down
,
now
.
We
must
begin
to
get
documents
about
the
feeling
of
the
country
,
as
well
as
the
machine-breaking
and
general
distress
.
"
"
As
to
documents
,
"
said
Will
,
"
a
two-inch
card
will
hold
plenty
.
A
few
rows
of
figures
are
enough
to
deduce
misery
from
,
and
a
few
more
will
show
the
rate
at
which
the
political
determination
of
the
people
is
growing
.
"
"
Good
:
draw
that
out
a
little
more
at
length
,
Ladislaw
.
That
is
an
idea
,
now
:
write
it
out
in
the
'
Pioneer
.
'
Put
the
figures
and
deduce
the
misery
,
you
know
;
and
put
the
other
figures
and
deduce
—
and
so
on
.
You
have
a
way
of
putting
things
.
Burke
,
now
:
—
when
I
think
of
Burke
,
I
ca
n't
help
wishing
somebody
had
a
pocket-borough
to
give
you
,
Ladislaw
.
You
'd
never
get
elected
,
you
know
.
And
we
shall
always
want
talent
in
the
House
:
reform
as
we
will
,
we
shall
always
want
talent
.
That
avalanche
and
the
thunder
,
now
,
was
really
a
little
like
Burke
.
I
want
that
sort
of
thing
—
not
ideas
,
you
know
,
but
a
way
of
putting
them
.
"
"
Pocket-boroughs
would
be
a
fine
thing
,
"
said
Ladislaw
,
"
if
they
were
always
in
the
right
pocket
,
and
there
were
always
a
Burke
at
hand
.
"
Will
was
not
displeased
with
that
complimentary
comparison
,
even
from
Mr.
Brooke
;
for
it
is
a
little
too
trying
to
human
flesh
to
be
conscious
of
expressing
one
's
self
better
than
others
and
never
to
have
it
noticed
,
and
in
the
general
dearth
of
admiration
for
the
right
thing
,
even
a
chance
bray
of
applause
falling
exactly
in
time
is
rather
fortifying
.
Will
felt
that
his
literary
refinements
were
usually
beyond
the
limits
of
Middlemarch
perception
;
nevertheless
,
he
was
beginning
thoroughly
to
like
the
work
of
which
when
he
began
he
had
said
to
himself
rather
languidly
,
"
Why
not
?
"
—
and
he
studied
the
political
situation
with
as
ardent
an
interest
as
he
had
ever
given
to
poetic
metres
or
mediaevalism
.
It
is
undeniable
that
but
for
the
desire
to
be
where
Dorothea
was
,
and
perhaps
the
want
of
knowing
what
else
to
do
,
Will
would
not
at
this
time
have
been
meditating
on
the
needs
of
the
English
people
or
criticising
English
statesmanship
:
he
would
probably
have
been
rambling
in
Italy
sketching
plans
for
several
dramas
,
trying
prose
and
finding
it
too
jejune
,
trying
verse
and
finding
it
too
artificial
,
beginning
to
copy
"
bits
"
from
old
pictures
,
leaving
off
because
they
were
"
no
good
,
"
and
observing
that
,
after
all
,
self-culture
was
the
principal
point
;
while
in
politics
he
would
have
been
sympathizing
warmly
with
liberty
and
progress
in
general
.
Our
sense
of
duty
must
often
wait
for
some
work
which
shall
take
the
place
of
dilettanteism
and
make
us
feel
that
the
quality
of
our
action
is
not
a
matter
of
indifference
.
Ladislaw
had
now
accepted
his
bit
of
work
,
though
it
was
not
that
indeterminate
loftiest
thing
which
he
had
once
dreamed
of
as
alone
worthy
of
continuous
effort
.
His
nature
warmed
easily
in
the
presence
of
subjects
which
were
visibly
mixed
with
life
and
action
,
and
the
easily
stirred
rebellion
in
him
helped
the
glow
of
public
spirit
.
In
spite
of
Mr.
Casaubon
and
the
banishment
from
Lowick
,
he
was
rather
happy
;
getting
a
great
deal
of
fresh
knowledge
in
a
vivid
way
and
for
practical
purposes
,
and
making
the
"
Pioneer
"
celebrated
as
far
as
Brassing
(
never
mind
the
smallness
of
the
area
;
the
writing
was
not
worse
than
much
that
reaches
the
four
corners
of
the
earth
)
.
Mr.
Brooke
was
occasionally
irritating
;
but
Will
's
impatience
was
relieved
by
the
division
of
his
time
between
visits
to
the
Grange
and
retreats
to
his
Middlemarch
lodgings
,
which
gave
variety
to
his
life
.
"
Shift
the
pegs
a
little
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
and
Mr.
Brooke
might
be
in
the
Cabinet
,
while
I
was
Under-Secretary
.
That
is
the
common
order
of
things
:
the
little
waves
make
the
large
ones
and
are
of
the
same
pattern
.
I
am
better
here
than
in
the
sort
of
life
Mr.
Casaubon
would
have
trained
me
for
,
where
the
doing
would
be
all
laid
down
by
a
precedent
too
rigid
for
me
to
react
upon
.
I
do
n't
care
for
prestige
or
high
pay
.
"
As
Lydgate
had
said
of
him
,
he
was
a
sort
of
gypsy
,
rather
enjoying
the
sense
of
belonging
to
no
class
;
he
had
a
feeling
of
romance
in
his
position
,
and
a
pleasant
consciousness
of
creating
a
little
surprise
wherever
he
went
.
That
sort
of
enjoyment
had
been
disturbed
when
he
had
felt
some
new
distance
between
himself
and
Dorothea
in
their
accidental
meeting
at
Lydgate
's
,
and
his
irritation
had
gone
out
towards
Mr.
Casaubon
,
who
had
declared
beforehand
that
Will
would
lose
caste
.
"
I
never
had
any
caste
,
"
he
would
have
said
,
if
that
prophecy
had
been
uttered
to
him
,
and
the
quick
blood
would
have
come
and
gone
like
breath
in
his
transparent
skin
.
But
it
is
one
thing
to
like
defiance
,
and
another
thing
to
like
its
consequences
.
Meanwhile
,
the
town
opinion
about
the
new
editor
of
the
"
Pioneer
"
was
tending
to
confirm
Mr.
Casaubon
's
view
.
Will
's
relationship
in
that
distinguished
quarter
did
not
,
like
Lydgate
's
high
connections
,
serve
as
an
advantageous
introduction
:
if
it
was
rumored
that
young
Ladislaw
was
Mr.
Casaubon
's
nephew
or
cousin
,
it
was
also
rumored
that
"
Mr.
Casaubon
would
have
nothing
to
do
with
him
.
"
"
Brooke
has
taken
him
up
,
"
said
Mr.
Hawley
,
"
because
that
is
what
no
man
in
his
senses
could
have
expected
.
Casaubon
has
devilish
good
reasons
,
you
may
be
sure
,
for
turning
the
cold
shoulder
on
a
young
fellow
whose
bringing-up
he
paid
for
.
Just
like
Brooke
—
one
of
those
fellows
who
would
praise
a
cat
to
sell
a
horse
.
"
And
some
oddities
of
Will
's
,
more
or
less
poetical
,
appeared
to
support
Mr.
Keck
,
the
editor
of
the
"
Trumpet
,
"
in
asserting
that
Ladislaw
,
if
the
truth
were
known
,
was
not
only
a
Polish
emissary
but
crack-brained
,
which
accounted
for
the
preternatural
quickness
and
glibness
of
his
speech
when
he
got
on
to
a
platform
—
as
he
did
whenever
he
had
an
opportunity
,
speaking
with
a
facility
which
cast
reflections
on
solid
Englishmen
generally
.
It
was
disgusting
to
Keck
to
see
a
strip
of
a
fellow
,
with
light
curls
round
his
head
,
get
up
and
speechify
by
the
hour
against
institutions
"
which
had
existed
when
he
was
in
his
cradle
.
"
And
in
a
leading
article
of
the
"
Trumpet
,
"
Keck
characterized
Ladislaw
's
speech
at
a
Reform
meeting
as
"
the
violence
of
an
energumen
—
a
miserable
effort
to
shroud
in
the
brilliancy
of
fireworks
the
daring
of
irresponsible
statements
and
the
poverty
of
a
knowledge
which
was
of
the
cheapest
and
most
recent
description
.
"
"
That
was
a
rattling
article
yesterday
,
Keck
,
"
said
Dr.
Sprague
,
with
sarcastic
intentions
.
"
But
what
is
an
energumen
?
"
"
Oh
,
a
term
that
came
up
in
the
French
Revolution
,
"
said
Keck
.
This
dangerous
aspect
of
Ladislaw
was
strangely
contrasted
with
other
habits
which
became
matter
of
remark
.
He
had
a
fondness
,
half
artistic
,
half
affectionate
,
for
little
children
—
the
smaller
they
were
on
tolerably
active
legs
,
and
the
funnier
their
clothing
,
the
better
Will
liked
to
surprise
and
please
them
.
We
know
that
in
Rome
he
was
given
to
ramble
about
among
the
poor
people
,
and
the
taste
did
not
quit
him
in
Middlemarch
.
He
had
somehow
picked
up
a
troop
of
droll
children
,
little
hatless
boys
with
their
galligaskins
much
worn
and
scant
shirting
to
hang
out
,
little
girls
who
tossed
their
hair
out
of
their
eyes
to
look
at
him
,
and
guardian
brothers
at
the
mature
age
of
seven
.
This
troop
he
had
led
out
on
gypsy
excursions
to
Halsell
Wood
at
nutting-time
,
and
since
the
cold
weather
had
set
in
he
had
taken
them
on
a
clear
day
to
gather
sticks
for
a
bonfire
in
the
hollow
of
a
hillside
,
where
he
drew
out
a
small
feast
of
gingerbread
for
them
,
and
improvised
a
Punch-and-Judy
drama
with
some
private
home-made
puppets
.
Here
was
one
oddity
.
Another
was
,
that
in
houses
where
he
got
friendly
,
he
was
given
to
stretch
himself
at
full
length
on
the
rug
while
he
talked
,
and
was
apt
to
be
discovered
in
this
attitude
by
occasional
callers
for
whom
such
an
irregularity
was
likely
to
confirm
the
notions
of
his
dangerously
mixed
blood
and
general
laxity
.
But
Will
's
articles
and
speeches
naturally
recommended
him
in
families
which
the
new
strictness
of
party
division
had
marked
off
on
the
side
of
Reform
.
He
was
invited
to
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
;
but
here
he
could
not
lie
down
on
the
rug
,
and
Mrs.
Bulstrode
felt
that
his
mode
of
talking
about
Catholic
countries
,
as
if
there
were
any
truce
with
Antichrist
,
illustrated
the
usual
tendency
to
unsoundness
in
intellectual
men
.
At
Mr.
Farebrother
's
,
however
,
whom
the
irony
of
events
had
brought
on
the
same
side
with
Bulstrode
in
the
national
movement
,
Will
became
a
favourite
with
the
ladies
;
especially
with
little
Miss
Noble
,
whom
it
was
one
of
his
oddities
to
escort
when
he
met
her
in
the
street
with
her
little
basket
,
giving
her
his
arm
in
the
eyes
of
the
town
,
and
insisting
on
going
with
her
to
pay
some
call
where
she
distributed
her
small
filchings
from
her
own
share
of
sweet
things
.
But
the
house
where
he
visited
oftenest
and
lay
most
on
the
rug
was
Lydgate
's
.
The
two
men
were
not
at
all
alike
,
but
they
agreed
none
the
worse
.
Lydgate
was
abrupt
but
not
irritable
,
taking
little
notice
of
megrims
in
healthy
people
;
and
Ladislaw
did
not
usually
throw
away
his
susceptibilities
on
those
who
took
no
notice
of
them
.
With
Rosamond
,
on
the
other
hand
,
he
pouted
and
was
wayward
—
nay
,
often
uncomplimentary
,
much
to
her
inward
surprise
;
nevertheless
he
was
gradually
becoming
necessary
to
her
entertainment
by
his
companionship
in
her
music
,
his
varied
talk
,
and
his
freedom
from
the
grave
preoccupation
which
,
with
all
her
husband
's
tenderness
and
indulgence
,
often
made
his
manners
unsatisfactory
to
her
,
and
confirmed
her
dislike
of
the
medical
profession
.
Lydgate
,
inclined
to
be
sarcastic
on
the
superstitious
faith
of
the
people
in
the
efficacy
of
"
the
bill
,
"
while
nobody
cared
about
the
low
state
of
pathology
,
sometimes
assailed
Will
with
troublesome
questions
.
One
evening
in
March
,
Rosamond
in
her
cherry-coloured
dress
with
swansdown
trimming
about
the
throat
sat
at
the
tea-table
;
Lydgate
,
lately
come
in
tired
from
his
outdoor
work
,
was
seated
sideways
on
an
easy-chair
by
the
fire
with
one
leg
over
the
elbow
,
his
brow
looking
a
little
troubled
as
his
eyes
rambled
over
the
columns
of
the
"
Pioneer
,
"
while
Rosamond
,
having
noticed
that
he
was
perturbed
,
avoided
looking
at
him
,
and
inwardly
thanked
heaven
that
she
herself
had
not
a
moody
disposition
.
Will
Ladislaw
was
stretched
on
the
rug
contemplating
the
curtain-pole
abstractedly
,
and
humming
very
low
the
notes
of
"
When
first
I
saw
thy
face
;
"
while
the
house
spaniel
,
also
stretched
out
with
small
choice
of
room
,
looked
from
between
his
paws
at
the
usurper
of
the
rug
with
silent
but
strong
objection
.
Rosamond
bringing
Lydgate
his
cup
of
tea
,
he
threw
down
the
paper
,
and
said
to
Will
,
who
had
started
up
and
gone
to
the
table
—
"
It
's
no
use
your
puffing
Brooke
as
a
reforming
landlord
,
Ladislaw
:
they
only
pick
the
more
holes
in
his
coat
in
the
'
Trumpet
.
'
"
"
No
matter
;
those
who
read
the
'
Pioneer
'
do
n't
read
the
'
Trumpet
,
'
"
said
Will
,
swallowing
his
tea
and
walking
about
.
"
Do
you
suppose
the
public
reads
with
a
view
to
its
own
conversion
?
We
should
have
a
witches
'
brewing
with
a
vengeance
then
—
'
Mingle
,
mingle
,
mingle
,
mingle
,
You
that
mingle
may
'
—
and
nobody
would
know
which
side
he
was
going
to
take
.
"
"
Farebrother
says
,
he
does
n't
believe
Brooke
would
get
elected
if
the
opportunity
came
:
the
very
men
who
profess
to
be
for
him
would
bring
another
member
out
of
the
bag
at
the
right
moment
.
"
"
There
's
no
harm
in
trying
.
It
's
good
to
have
resident
members
.
"
"
Why
?
"
said
Lydgate
,
who
was
much
given
to
use
that
inconvenient
word
in
a
curt
tone
.
"
They
represent
the
local
stupidity
better
,
"
said
Will
,
laughing
,
and
shaking
his
curls
;
"
and
they
are
kept
on
their
best
behavior
in
the
neighborhood
.
Brooke
is
not
a
bad
fellow
,
but
he
has
done
some
good
things
on
his
estate
that
he
never
would
have
done
but
for
this
Parliamentary
bite
.
"
"
He
's
not
fitted
to
be
a
public
man
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
with
contemptuous
decision
.
"
He
would
disappoint
everybody
who
counted
on
him
:
I
can
see
that
at
the
Hospital
.
Only
,
there
Bulstrode
holds
the
reins
and
drives
him
.
"
"
That
depends
on
how
you
fix
your
standard
of
public
men
,
"
said
Will
.
"
He
's
good
enough
for
the
occasion
:
when
the
people
have
made
up
their
mind
as
they
are
making
it
up
now
,
they
do
n't
want
a
man
—
they
only
want
a
vote
.
"
"
That
is
the
way
with
you
political
writers
,
Ladislaw
—
crying
up
a
measure
as
if
it
were
a
universal
cure
,
and
crying
up
men
who
are
a
part
of
the
very
disease
that
wants
curing
.
"
"
Why
not
?
Men
may
help
to
cure
themselves
off
the
face
of
the
land
without
knowing
it
,
"
said
Will
,
who
could
find
reasons
impromptu
,
when
he
had
not
thought
of
a
question
beforehand
.
"
That
is
no
excuse
for
encouraging
the
superstitious
exaggeration
of
hopes
about
this
particular
measure
,
helping
the
cry
to
swallow
it
whole
and
to
send
up
voting
popinjays
who
are
good
for
nothing
but
to
carry
it
.
You
go
against
rottenness
,
and
there
is
nothing
more
thoroughly
rotten
than
making
people
believe
that
society
can
be
cured
by
a
political
hocus-pocus
.
"
"
That
's
very
fine
,
my
dear
fellow
.
But
your
cure
must
begin
somewhere
,
and
put
it
that
a
thousand
things
which
debase
a
population
can
never
be
reformed
without
this
particular
reform
to
begin
with
.
Look
what
Stanley
said
the
other
day
—
that
the
House
had
been
tinkering
long
enough
at
small
questions
of
bribery
,
inquiring
whether
this
or
that
voter
has
had
a
guinea
when
everybody
knows
that
the
seats
have
been
sold
wholesale
.
Wait
for
wisdom
and
conscience
in
public
agents
—
fiddlestick
!
The
only
conscience
we
can
trust
to
is
the
massive
sense
of
wrong
in
a
class
,
and
the
best
wisdom
that
will
work
is
the
wisdom
of
balancing
claims
.
That
's
my
text
—
which
side
is
injured
?
I
support
the
man
who
supports
their
claims
;
not
the
virtuous
upholder
of
the
wrong
.
"
"
That
general
talk
about
a
particular
case
is
mere
question
begging
,
Ladislaw
.
When
I
say
,
I
go
in
for
the
dose
that
cures
,
it
does
n't
follow
that
I
go
in
for
opium
in
a
given
case
of
gout
.
"
"
I
am
not
begging
the
question
we
are
upon
—
whether
we
are
to
try
for
nothing
till
we
find
immaculate
men
to
work
with
.
Should
you
go
on
that
plan
?
If
there
were
one
man
who
would
carry
you
a
medical
reform
and
another
who
would
oppose
it
,
should
you
inquire
which
had
the
better
motives
or
even
the
better
brains
?
"
"
Oh
,
of
course
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
seeing
himself
checkmated
by
a
move
which
he
had
often
used
himself
,
"
if
one
did
not
work
with
such
men
as
are
at
hand
,
things
must
come
to
a
dead-lock
.
Suppose
the
worst
opinion
in
the
town
about
Bulstrode
were
a
true
one
,
that
would
not
make
it
less
true
that
he
has
the
sense
and
the
resolution
to
do
what
I
think
ought
to
be
done
in
the
matters
I
know
and
care
most
about
;
but
that
is
the
only
ground
on
which
I
go
with
him
,
"
Lydgate
added
rather
proudly
,
bearing
in
mind
Mr.
Farebrother
's
remarks
.
"
He
is
nothing
to
me
otherwise
;
I
would
not
cry
him
up
on
any
personal
ground
—
I
would
keep
clear
of
that
.
"
"
Do
you
mean
that
I
cry
up
Brooke
on
any
personal
ground
?
"
said
Will
Ladislaw
,
nettled
,
and
turning
sharp
round
.
For
the
first
time
he
felt
offended
with
Lydgate
;
not
the
less
so
,
perhaps
,
because
he
would
have
declined
any
close
inquiry
into
the
growth
of
his
relation
to
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
Not
at
all
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
"
I
was
simply
explaining
my
own
action
.
I
meant
that
a
man
may
work
for
a
special
end
with
others
whose
motives
and
general
course
are
equivocal
,
if
he
is
quite
sure
of
his
personal
independence
,
and
that
he
is
not
working
for
his
private
interest
—
either
place
or
money
.
"
"
Then
,
why
do
n't
you
extend
your
liberality
to
others
?
"
said
Will
,
still
nettled
.
"
My
personal
independence
is
as
important
to
me
as
yours
is
to
you
.
You
have
no
more
reason
to
imagine
that
I
have
personal
expectations
from
Brooke
,
than
I
have
to
imagine
that
you
have
personal
expectations
from
Bulstrode
.
Motives
are
points
of
honour
,
I
suppose
—
nobody
can
prove
them
.
But
as
to
money
and
place
in
the
world
,
"
Will
ended
,
tossing
back
his
head
,
"
I
think
it
is
pretty
clear
that
I
am
not
determined
by
considerations
of
that
sort
.
"
"
You
quite
mistake
me
,
Ladislaw
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
surprised
.
He
had
been
preoccupied
with
his
own
vindication
,
and
had
been
blind
to
what
Ladislaw
might
infer
on
his
own
account
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
for
unintentionally
annoying
you
.
In
fact
,
I
should
rather
attribute
to
you
a
romantic
disregard
of
your
own
worldly
interests
.
On
the
political
question
,
I
referred
simply
to
intellectual
bias
.
"
"
How
very
unpleasant
you
both
are
this
evening
!
"
said
Rosamond
.
"
I
cannot
conceive
why
money
should
have
been
referred
to
.
Politics
and
Medicine
are
sufficiently
disagreeable
to
quarrel
upon
.
You
can
both
of
you
go
on
quarrelling
with
all
the
world
and
with
each
other
on
those
two
topics
.
"
Rosamond
looked
mildly
neutral
as
she
said
this
,
rising
to
ring
the
bell
,
and
then
crossing
to
her
work-table
.
"
Poor
Rosy
!
"
said
Lydgate
,
putting
out
his
hand
to
her
as
she
was
passing
him
.
"
Disputation
is
not
amusing
to
cherubs
.
Have
some
music
.
Ask
Ladislaw
to
sing
with
you
.
"
When
Will
was
gone
Rosamond
said
to
her
husband
,
"
What
put
you
out
of
temper
this
evening
,
Tertius
?
"
"
Me
?
It
was
Ladislaw
who
was
out
of
temper
.
He
is
like
a
bit
of
tinder
.
"
"
But
I
mean
,
before
that
.
Something
had
vexed
you
before
you
came
in
,
you
looked
cross
.
And
that
made
you
begin
to
dispute
with
Mr.
Ladislaw
.
You
hurt
me
very
much
when
you
look
so
,
Tertius
.
"
"
Do
I
?
Then
I
am
a
brute
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
caressing
her
penitently
.
"
What
vexed
you
?
"
"
Oh
,
outdoor
things
—
business
.
"
It
was
really
a
letter
insisting
on
the
payment
of
a
bill
for
furniture
.
But
Rosamond
was
expecting
to
have
a
baby
,
and
Lydgate
wished
to
save
her
from
any
perturbation
.
CHAPTER
XLVII
.
Was
never
true
love
loved
in
vain
,
For
truest
love
is
highest
gain
.
No
art
can
make
it
:
it
must
spring
Where
elements
are
fostering
.
So
in
heaven
's
spot
and
hour
Springs
the
little
native
flower
,
Downward
root
and
upward
eye
,
Shapen
by
the
earth
and
sky
.
It
happened
to
be
on
a
Saturday
evening
that
Will
Ladislaw
had
that
little
discussion
with
Lydgate
.
Its
effect
when
he
went
to
his
own
rooms
was
to
make
him
sit
up
half
the
night
,
thinking
over
again
,
under
a
new
irritation
,
all
that
he
had
before
thought
of
his
having
settled
in
Middlemarch
and
harnessed
himself
with
Mr.
Brooke
.
Hesitations
before
he
had
taken
the
step
had
since
turned
into
susceptibility
to
every
hint
that
he
would
have
been
wiser
not
to
take
it
;
and
hence
came
his
heat
towards
Lydgate
—
a
heat
which
still
kept
him
restless
.
Was
he
not
making
a
fool
of
himself
?
—
and
at
a
time
when
he
was
more
than
ever
conscious
of
being
something
better
than
a
fool
?
And
for
what
end
?
Well
,
for
no
definite
end
.
True
,
he
had
dreamy
visions
of
possibilities
:
there
is
no
human
being
who
having
both
passions
and
thoughts
does
not
think
in
consequence
of
his
passions
—
does
not
find
images
rising
in
his
mind
which
soothe
the
passion
with
hope
or
sting
it
with
dread
.
But
this
,
which
happens
to
us
all
,
happens
to
some
with
a
wide
difference
;
and
Will
was
not
one
of
those
whose
wit
"
keeps
the
roadway
:
"
he
had
his
bypaths
where
there
were
little
joys
of
his
own
choosing
,
such
as
gentlemen
cantering
on
the
highroad
might
have
thought
rather
idiotic
.
The
way
in
which
he
made
a
sort
of
happiness
for
himself
out
of
his
feeling
for
Dorothea
was
an
example
of
this
.
It
may
seem
strange
,
but
it
is
the
fact
,
that
the
ordinary
vulgar
vision
of
which
Mr.
Casaubon
suspected
him
—
namely
,
that
Dorothea
might
become
a
widow
,
and
that
the
interest
he
had
established
in
her
mind
might
turn
into
acceptance
of
him
as
a
husband
—
had
no
tempting
,
arresting
power
over
him
;
he
did
not
live
in
the
scenery
of
such
an
event
,
and
follow
it
out
,
as
we
all
do
with
that
imagined
"
otherwise
"
which
is
our
practical
heaven
.
It
was
not
only
that
he
was
unwilling
to
entertain
thoughts
which
could
be
accused
of
baseness
,
and
was
already
uneasy
in
the
sense
that
he
had
to
justify
himself
from
the
charge
of
ingratitude
—
the
latent
consciousness
of
many
other
barriers
between
himself
and
Dorothea
besides
the
existence
of
her
husband
,
had
helped
to
turn
away
his
imagination
from
speculating
on
what
might
befall
Mr.
Casaubon
.
And
there
were
yet
other
reasons
.
Will
,
we
know
,
could
not
bear
the
thought
of
any
flaw
appearing
in
his
crystal
:
he
was
at
once
exasperated
and
delighted
by
the
calm
freedom
with
which
Dorothea
looked
at
him
and
spoke
to
him
,
and
there
was
something
so
exquisite
in
thinking
of
her
just
as
she
was
,
that
he
could
not
long
for
a
change
which
must
somehow
change
her
.
Do
we
not
shun
the
street
version
of
a
fine
melody
?
—
or
shrink
from
the
news
that
the
rarity
—
some
bit
of
chiselling
or
engraving
perhaps
—
which
we
have
dwelt
on
even
with
exultation
in
the
trouble
it
has
cost
us
to
snatch
glimpses
of
it
,
is
really
not
an
uncommon
thing
,
and
may
be
obtained
as
an
every-day
possession
?
Our
good
depends
on
the
quality
and
breadth
of
our
emotion
;
and
to
Will
,
a
creature
who
cared
little
for
what
are
called
the
solid
things
of
life
and
greatly
for
its
subtler
influences
,
to
have
within
him
such
a
feeling
as
he
had
towards
Dorothea
,
was
like
the
inheritance
of
a
fortune
.
What
others
might
have
called
the
futility
of
his
passion
,
made
an
additional
delight
for
his
imagination
:
he
was
conscious
of
a
generous
movement
,
and
of
verifying
in
his
own
experience
that
higher
love-poetry
which
had
charmed
his
fancy
.
Dorothea
,
he
said
to
himself
,
was
forever
enthroned
in
his
soul
:
no
other
woman
could
sit
higher
than
her
footstool
;
and
if
he
could
have
written
out
in
immortal
syllables
the
effect
she
wrought
within
him
,
he
might
have
boasted
after
the
example
of
old
Drayton
,
that
,
—
"
Queens
hereafter
might
be
glad
to
live
Upon
the
alms
of
her
superfluous
praise
.
"
But
this
result
was
questionable
.
And
what
else
could
he
do
for
Dorothea
?
What
was
his
devotion
worth
to
her
?
It
was
impossible
to
tell
.
He
would
not
go
out
of
her
reach
.
He
saw
no
creature
among
her
friends
to
whom
he
could
believe
that
she
spoke
with
the
same
simple
confidence
as
to
him
.
She
had
once
said
that
she
would
like
him
to
stay
;
and
stay
he
would
,
whatever
fire-breathing
dragons
might
hiss
around
her
.
This
had
always
been
the
conclusion
of
Will
's
hesitations
.
But
he
was
not
without
contradictoriness
and
rebellion
even
towards
his
own
resolve
.
He
had
often
got
irritated
,
as
he
was
on
this
particular
night
,
by
some
outside
demonstration
that
his
public
exertions
with
Mr.
Brooke
as
a
chief
could
not
seem
as
heroic
as
he
would
like
them
to
be
,
and
this
was
always
associated
with
the
other
ground
of
irritation
—
that
notwithstanding
his
sacrifice
of
dignity
for
Dorothea
's
sake
,
he
could
hardly
ever
see
her
.
Whereupon
,
not
being
able
to
contradict
these
unpleasant
facts
,
he
contradicted
his
own
strongest
bias
and
said
,
"
I
am
a
fool
.
"
Nevertheless
,
since
the
inward
debate
necessarily
turned
on
Dorothea
,
he
ended
,
as
he
had
done
before
,
only
by
getting
a
livelier
sense
of
what
her
presence
would
be
to
him
;
and
suddenly
reflecting
that
the
morrow
would
be
Sunday
,
he
determined
to
go
to
Lowick
Church
and
see
her
.
He
slept
upon
that
idea
,
but
when
he
was
dressing
in
the
rational
morning
light
,
Objection
said
—
"
That
will
be
a
virtual
defiance
of
Mr.
Casaubon
's
prohibition
to
visit
Lowick
,
and
Dorothea
will
be
displeased
.
"
"
Nonsense
!
"
argued
Inclination
,
"
it
would
be
too
monstrous
for
him
to
hinder
me
from
going
out
to
a
pretty
country
church
on
a
spring
morning
.
And
Dorothea
will
be
glad
.
"
"
It
will
be
clear
to
Mr.
Casaubon
that
you
have
come
either
to
annoy
him
or
to
see
Dorothea
.
"
"
It
is
not
true
that
I
go
to
annoy
him
,
and
why
should
I
not
go
to
see
Dorothea
?
Is
he
to
have
everything
to
himself
and
be
always
comfortable
?
Let
him
smart
a
little
,
as
other
people
are
obliged
to
do
.
I
have
always
liked
the
quaintness
of
the
church
and
congregation
;
besides
,
I
know
the
Tuckers
:
I
shall
go
into
their
pew
.
"
Having
silenced
Objection
by
force
of
unreason
,
Will
walked
to
Lowick
as
if
he
had
been
on
the
way
to
Paradise
,
crossing
Halsell
Common
and
skirting
the
wood
,
where
the
sunlight
fell
broadly
under
the
budding
boughs
,
bringing
out
the
beauties
of
moss
and
lichen
,
and
fresh
green
growths
piercing
the
brown
.
Everything
seemed
to
know
that
it
was
Sunday
,
and
to
approve
of
his
going
to
Lowick
Church
.
Will
easily
felt
happy
when
nothing
crossed
his
humor
,
and
by
this
time
the
thought
of
vexing
Mr.
Casaubon
had
become
rather
amusing
to
him
,
making
his
face
break
into
its
merry
smile
,
pleasant
to
see
as
the
breaking
of
sunshine
on
the
water
—
though
the
occasion
was
not
exemplary
.
But
most
of
us
are
apt
to
settle
within
ourselves
that
the
man
who
blocks
our
way
is
odious
,
and
not
to
mind
causing
him
a
little
of
the
disgust
which
his
personality
excites
in
ourselves
.
Will
went
along
with
a
small
book
under
his
arm
and
a
hand
in
each
side-pocket
,
never
reading
,
but
chanting
a
little
,
as
he
made
scenes
of
what
would
happen
in
church
and
coming
out
.
He
was
experimenting
in
tunes
to
suit
some
words
of
his
own
,
sometimes
trying
a
ready-made
melody
,
sometimes
improvising
.
The
words
were
not
exactly
a
hymn
,
but
they
certainly
fitted
his
Sunday
experience
:
—
"
O
me
,
O
me
,
what
frugal
cheer
My
love
doth
feed
upon
!
A
touch
,
a
ray
,
that
is
not
here
,
A
shadow
that
is
gone
:
"
A
dream
of
breath
that
might
be
near
,
An
inly-echoed
tone
,
The
thought
that
one
may
think
me
dear
,
The
place
where
one
was
known
,
"
The
tremor
of
a
banished
fear
,
An
ill
that
was
not
done
—
O
me
,
O
me
,
what
frugal
cheer
My
love
doth
feed
upon
!
"
Sometimes
,
when
he
took
off
his
hat
,
shaking
his
head
backward
,
and
showing
his
delicate
throat
as
he
sang
,
he
looked
like
an
incarnation
of
the
spring
whose
spirit
filled
the
air
—
a
bright
creature
,
abundant
in
uncertain
promises
.
The
bells
were
still
ringing
when
he
got
to
Lowick
,
and
he
went
into
the
curate
's
pew
before
any
one
else
arrived
there
.
But
he
was
still
left
alone
in
it
when
the
congregation
had
assembled
.
The
curate
's
pew
was
opposite
the
rector
's
at
the
entrance
of
the
small
chancel
,
and
Will
had
time
to
fear
that
Dorothea
might
not
come
while
he
looked
round
at
the
group
of
rural
faces
which
made
the
congregation
from
year
to
year
within
the
white-washed
walls
and
dark
old
pews
,
hardly
with
more
change
than
we
see
in
the
boughs
of
a
tree
which
breaks
here
and
there
with
age
,
but
yet
has
young
shoots
.
Mr.
Rigg
's
frog-face
was
something
alien
and
unaccountable
,
but
notwithstanding
this
shock
to
the
order
of
things
,
there
were
still
the
Waules
and
the
rural
stock
of
the
Powderells
in
their
pews
side
by
side
;
brother
Samuel
's
cheek
had
the
same
purple
round
as
ever
,
and
the
three
generations
of
decent
cottagers
came
as
of
old
with
a
sense
of
duty
to
their
betters
generally
—
the
smaller
children
regarding
Mr.
Casaubon
,
who
wore
the
black
gown
and
mounted
to
the
highest
box
,
as
probably
the
chief
of
all
betters
,
and
the
one
most
awful
if
offended
.
Even
in
1831
Lowick
was
at
peace
,
not
more
agitated
by
Reform
than
by
the
solemn
tenor
of
the
Sunday
sermon
.
The
congregation
had
been
used
to
seeing
Will
at
church
in
former
days
,
and
no
one
took
much
note
of
him
except
the
choir
,
who
expected
him
to
make
a
figure
in
the
singing
.
Dorothea
did
at
last
appear
on
this
quaint
background
,
walking
up
the
short
aisle
in
her
white
beaver
bonnet
and
gray
cloak
—
the
same
she
had
worn
in
the
Vatican
.
Her
face
being
,
from
her
entrance
,
towards
the
chancel
,
even
her
shortsighted
eyes
soon
discerned
Will
,
but
there
was
no
outward
show
of
her
feeling
except
a
slight
paleness
and
a
grave
bow
as
she
passed
him
.
To
his
own
surprise
Will
felt
suddenly
uncomfortable
,
and
dared
not
look
at
her
after
they
had
bowed
to
each
other
.
Two
minutes
later
,
when
Mr.
Casaubon
came
out
of
the
vestry
,
and
,
entering
the
pew
,
seated
himself
in
face
of
Dorothea
,
Will
felt
his
paralysis
more
complete
.
He
could
look
nowhere
except
at
the
choir
in
the
little
gallery
over
the
vestry-door
:
Dorothea
was
perhaps
pained
,
and
he
had
made
a
wretched
blunder
.
It
was
no
longer
amusing
to
vex
Mr.
Casaubon
,
who
had
the
advantage
probably
of
watching
him
and
seeing
that
he
dared
not
turn
his
head
.
Why
had
he
not
imagined
this
beforehand
?
—
but
he
could
not
expect
that
he
should
sit
in
that
square
pew
alone
,
unrelieved
by
any
Tuckers
,
who
had
apparently
departed
from
Lowick
altogether
,
for
a
new
clergyman
was
in
the
desk
.
Still
he
called
himself
stupid
now
for
not
foreseeing
that
it
would
be
impossible
for
him
to
look
towards
Dorothea
—
nay
,
that
she
might
feel
his
coming
an
impertinence
.
There
was
no
delivering
himself
from
his
cage
,
however
;
and
Will
found
his
places
and
looked
at
his
book
as
if
he
had
been
a
school-mistress
,
feeling
that
the
morning
service
had
never
been
so
immeasurably
long
before
,
that
he
was
utterly
ridiculous
,
out
of
temper
,
and
miserable
.
This
was
what
a
man
got
by
worshipping
the
sight
of
a
woman
!
The
clerk
observed
with
surprise
that
Mr.
Ladislaw
did
not
join
in
the
tune
of
Hanover
,
and
reflected
that
he
might
have
a
cold
.
Mr.
Casaubon
did
not
preach
that
morning
,
and
there
was
no
change
in
Will
's
situation
until
the
blessing
had
been
pronounced
and
every
one
rose
.
It
was
the
fashion
at
Lowick
for
"
the
betters
"
to
go
out
first
.
With
a
sudden
determination
to
break
the
spell
that
was
upon
him
,
Will
looked
straight
at
Mr.
Casaubon
.
But
that
gentleman
's
eyes
were
on
the
button
of
the
pew-door
,
which
he
opened
,
allowing
Dorothea
to
pass
,
and
following
her
immediately
without
raising
his
eyelids
.
Will
's
glance
had
caught
Dorothea
's
as
she
turned
out
of
the
pew
,
and
again
she
bowed
,
but
this
time
with
a
look
of
agitation
,
as
if
she
were
repressing
tears
.
Will
walked
out
after
them
,
but
they
went
on
towards
the
little
gate
leading
out
of
the
churchyard
into
the
shrubbery
,
never
looking
round
.
It
was
impossible
for
him
to
follow
them
,
and
he
could
only
walk
back
sadly
at
mid-day
along
the
same
road
which
he
had
trodden
hopefully
in
the
morning
.
The
lights
were
all
changed
for
him
both
without
and
within
.
CHAPTER
XLVIII
Surely
the
golden
hours
are
turning
gray
And
dance
no
more
,
and
vainly
strive
to
run
:
I
see
their
white
locks
streaming
in
the
wind
—
Each
face
is
haggard
as
it
looks
at
me
,
Slow
turning
in
the
constant
clasping
round
Storm-driven
.
Dorothea
's
distress
when
she
was
leaving
the
church
came
chiefly
from
the
perception
that
Mr.
Casaubon
was
determined
not
to
speak
to
his
cousin
,
and
that
Will
's
presence
at
church
had
served
to
mark
more
strongly
the
alienation
between
them
.
Will
's
coming
seemed
to
her
quite
excusable
,
nay
,
she
thought
it
an
amiable
movement
in
him
towards
a
reconciliation
which
she
herself
had
been
constantly
wishing
for
.
He
had
probably
imagined
,
as
she
had
,
that
if
Mr.
Casaubon
and
he
could
meet
easily
,
they
would
shake
hands
and
friendly
intercourse
might
return
.
But
now
Dorothea
felt
quite
robbed
of
that
hope
.
Will
was
banished
further
than
ever
,
for
Mr.
Casaubon
must
have
been
newly
embittered
by
this
thrusting
upon
him
of
a
presence
which
he
refused
to
recognize
.
He
had
not
been
very
well
that
morning
,
suffering
from
some
difficulty
in
breathing
,
and
had
not
preached
in
consequence
;
she
was
not
surprised
,
therefore
,
that
he
was
nearly
silent
at
luncheon
,
still
less
that
he
made
no
allusion
to
Will
Ladislaw
.
For
her
own
part
she
felt
that
she
could
never
again
introduce
that
subject
.
They
usually
spent
apart
the
hours
between
luncheon
and
dinner
on
a
Sunday
;
Mr.
Casaubon
in
the
library
dozing
chiefly
,
and
Dorothea
in
her
boudoir
,
where
she
was
wont
to
occupy
herself
with
some
of
her
favourite
books
.
There
was
a
little
heap
of
them
on
the
table
in
the
bow-window
—
of
various
sorts
,
from
Herodotus
,
which
she
was
learning
to
read
with
Mr.
Casaubon
,
to
her
old
companion
Pascal
,
and
Keble
's
"
Christian
Year
.
"
But
to-day
she
opened
one
after
another
,
and
could
read
none
of
them
.
Everything
seemed
dreary
:
the
portents
before
the
birth
of
Cyrus
—
Jewish
antiquities
—
oh
dear
!
—
devout
epigrams
—
the
sacred
chime
of
favourite
hymns
—
all
alike
were
as
flat
as
tunes
beaten
on
wood
:
even
the
spring
flowers
and
the
grass
had
a
dull
shiver
in
them
under
the
afternoon
clouds
that
hid
the
sun
fitfully
;
even
the
sustaining
thoughts
which
had
become
habits
seemed
to
have
in
them
the
weariness
of
long
future
days
in
which
she
would
still
live
with
them
for
her
sole
companions
.
It
was
another
or
rather
a
fuller
sort
of
companionship
that
poor
Dorothea
was
hungering
for
,
and
the
hunger
had
grown
from
the
perpetual
effort
demanded
by
her
married
