castingabout
for
pleas
that
might
be
adapted
to
his
hearer
's
mind
.
"
That
is
a
poor
reason
for
giving
up
a
connection
which
I
think
I
may
say
will
be
mutually
beneficial
.
"
"
I
would
injure
no
man
if
I
could
help
it
,
"
said
Caleb
;
"
even
if
I
thought
God
winked
at
it
.
I
hope
I
should
have
a
feeling
for
my
fellow-creature
.
But
,
sir
—
I
am
obliged
to
believe
that
this
Raffles
has
told
me
the
truth
.
And
I
ca
n't
be
happy
in
working
with
you
,
or
profiting
by
you
.
It
hurts
my
mind
.
I
must
beg
you
to
seek
another
agent
.
"
"
Very
well
,
Mr.
Garth
.
But
I
must
at
least
claim
to
know
the
worst
that
he
has
told
you
.
I
must
know
what
is
the
foul
speech
that
I
am
liable
to
be
the
victim
of
,
"
said
Bulstrode
,
a
certain
amount
of
anger
beginning
to
mingle
with
his
humiliation
before
this
quiet
man
who
renounced
his
benefits
.
"
That
's
needless
,
"
said
Caleb
,
waving
his
hand
,
bowing
his
head
slightly
,
and
not
swerving
from
the
tone
which
had
in
it
the
merciful
intention
to
spare
this
pitiable
man
.
"
What
he
has
said
to
me
will
never
pass
from
my
lips
,
unless
something
now
unknown
forces
it
from
me
.
If
you
led
a
harmful
life
for
gain
,
and
kept
others
out
of
their
rights
by
deceit
,
to
get
the
more
for
yourself
,
I
dare
say
you
repent
—
you
would
like
to
go
back
,
and
ca
n't
:
that
must
be
a
bitter
thing
"
—
Caleb
paused
a
moment
and
shook
his
head
—
"
it
is
not
for
me
to
make
your
life
harder
to
you
.
"
"
But
you
do
—
you
do
make
it
harder
to
me
,
"
said
Bulstrode
constrained
into
a
genuine
,
pleading
cry
.
"
You
make
it
harder
to
me
by
turning
your
back
on
me
.
"
"
That
I
'm
forced
to
do
,
"
said
Caleb
,
still
more
gently
,
lifting
up
his
hand
.
"
I
am
sorry
.
I
do
n't
judge
you
and
say
,
he
is
wicked
,
and
I
am
righteous
.
God
forbid
.
I
do
n't
know
everything
.
A
man
may
do
wrong
,
and
his
will
may
rise
clear
out
of
it
,
though
he
ca
n't
get
his
life
clear
.
That
's
a
bad
punishment
.
If
it
is
so
with
you
,
—
well
,
I
'm
very
sorry
for
you
.
But
I
have
that
feeling
inside
me
,
that
I
ca
n't
go
on
working
with
you
.
That
's
all
,
Mr.
Bulstrode
.
Everything
else
is
buried
,
so
far
as
my
will
goes
.
And
I
wish
you
good-day
.
"
"
One
moment
,
Mr.
Garth
!
"
said
Bulstrode
,
hurriedly
.
"
I
may
trust
then
to
your
solemn
assurance
that
you
will
not
repeat
either
to
man
or
woman
what
—
even
if
it
have
any
degree
of
truth
in
it
—
is
yet
a
malicious
representation
?
"
Caleb
's
wrath
was
stirred
,
and
he
said
,
indignantly
—
"
Why
should
I
have
said
it
if
I
did
n't
mean
it
?
I
am
in
no
fear
of
you
.
Such
tales
as
that
will
never
tempt
my
tongue
.
"
"
Excuse
me
—
I
am
agitated
—
I
am
the
victim
of
this
abandoned
man
.
"
"
Stop
a
bit
!
you
have
got
to
consider
whether
you
did
n't
help
to
make
him
worse
,
when
you
profited
by
his
vices
.
"
"
You
are
wronging
me
by
too
readily
believing
him
,
"
said
Bulstrode
,
oppressed
,
as
by
a
nightmare
,
with
the
inability
to
deny
flatly
what
Raffles
might
have
said
;
and
yet
feeling
it
an
escape
that
Caleb
had
not
so
stated
it
to
him
as
to
ask
for
that
flat
denial
.
"
No
,
"
said
Caleb
,
lifting
his
hand
deprecatingly
;
"
I
am
ready
to
believe
better
,
when
better
is
proved
.
I
rob
you
of
no
good
chance
.
As
to
speaking
,
I
hold
it
a
crime
to
expose
a
man
's
sin
unless
I
'm
clear
it
must
be
done
to
save
the
innocent
.
That
is
my
way
of
thinking
,
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
and
what
I
say
,
I
've
no
need
to
swear
.
I
wish
you
good-day
.
"
Some
hours
later
,
when
he
was
at
home
,
Caleb
said
to
his
wife
,
incidentally
,
that
he
had
had
some
little
differences
with
Bulstrode
,
and
that
in
consequence
,
he
had
given
up
all
notion
of
taking
Stone
Court
,
and
indeed
had
resigned
doing
further
business
for
him
.
"
He
was
disposed
to
interfere
too
much
,
was
he
?
"
said
Mrs.
Garth
,
imagining
that
her
husband
had
been
touched
on
his
sensitive
point
,
and
not
been
allowed
to
do
what
he
thought
right
as
to
materials
and
modes
of
work
.
"
Oh
,
"
said
Caleb
,
bowing
his
head
and
waving
his
hand
gravely
.
And
Mrs.
Garth
knew
that
this
was
a
sign
of
his
not
intending
to
speak
further
on
the
subject
.
As
for
Bulstrode
,
he
had
almost
immediately
mounted
his
horse
and
set
off
for
Stone
Court
,
being
anxious
to
arrive
there
before
Lydgate
.
His
mind
was
crowded
with
images
and
conjectures
,
which
were
a
language
to
his
hopes
and
fears
,
just
as
we
hear
tones
from
the
vibrations
which
shake
our
whole
system
.
The
deep
humiliation
with
which
he
had
winced
under
Caleb
Garth
's
knowledge
of
his
past
and
rejection
of
his
patronage
,
alternated
with
and
almost
gave
way
to
the
sense
of
safety
in
the
fact
that
Garth
,
and
no
other
,
had
been
the
man
to
whom
Raffles
had
spoken
.
It
seemed
to
him
a
sort
of
earnest
that
Providence
intended
his
rescue
from
worse
consequences
;
the
way
being
thus
left
open
for
the
hope
of
secrecy
.
That
Raffles
should
be
afflicted
with
illness
,
that
he
should
have
been
led
to
Stone
Court
rather
than
elsewhere
—
Bulstrode
's
heart
fluttered
at
the
vision
of
probabilities
which
these
events
conjured
up
.
If
it
should
turn
out
that
he
was
freed
from
all
danger
of
disgrace
—
if
he
could
breathe
in
perfect
liberty
—
his
life
should
be
more
consecrated
than
it
had
ever
been
before
.
He
mentally
lifted
up
this
vow
as
if
it
would
urge
the
result
he
longed
for
—
he
tried
to
believe
in
the
potency
of
that
prayerful
resolution
—
its
potency
to
determine
death
.
He
knew
that
he
ought
to
say
,
"
Thy
will
be
done
;
"
and
he
said
it
often
.
But
the
intense
desire
remained
that
the
will
of
God
might
be
the
death
of
that
hated
man
.
Yet
when
he
arrived
at
Stone
Court
he
could
not
see
the
change
in
Raffles
without
a
shock
.
But
for
his
pallor
and
feebleness
,
Bulstrode
would
have
called
the
change
in
him
entirely
mental
.
Instead
of
his
loud
tormenting
mood
,
he
showed
an
intense
,
vague
terror
,
and
seemed
to
deprecate
Bulstrode
's
anger
,
because
the
money
was
all
gone
—
he
had
been
robbed
—
it
had
half
of
it
been
taken
from
him
.
He
had
only
come
here
because
he
was
ill
and
somebody
was
hunting
him
—
somebody
was
after
him
,
he
had
told
nobody
anything
,
he
had
kept
his
mouth
shut
.
Bulstrode
,
not
knowing
the
significance
of
these
symptoms
,
interpreted
this
new
nervous
susceptibility
into
a
means
of
alarming
Raffles
into
true
confessions
,
and
taxed
him
with
falsehood
in
saying
that
he
had
not
told
anything
,
since
he
had
just
told
the
man
who
took
him
up
in
his
gig
and
brought
him
to
Stone
Court
.
Raffles
denied
this
with
solemn
adjurations
;
the
fact
being
that
the
links
of
consciousness
were
interrupted
in
him
,
and
that
his
minute
terror-stricken
narrative
to
Caleb
Garth
had
been
delivered
under
a
set
of
visionary
impulses
which
had
dropped
back
into
darkness
.
Bulstrode
's
heart
sank
again
at
this
sign
that
he
could
get
no
grasp
over
the
wretched
man
's
mind
,
and
that
no
word
of
Raffles
could
be
trusted
as
to
the
fact
which
he
most
wanted
to
know
,
namely
,
whether
or
not
he
had
really
kept
silence
to
every
one
in
the
neighborhood
except
Caleb
Garth
.
The
housekeeper
had
told
him
without
the
least
constraint
of
manner
that
since
Mr.
Garth
left
,
Raffles
had
asked
her
for
beer
,
and
after
that
had
not
spoken
,
seeming
very
ill.
On
that
side
it
might
be
concluded
that
there
had
been
no
betrayal
.
Mrs.
Abel
thought
,
like
the
servants
at
The
Shrubs
,
that
the
strange
man
belonged
to
the
unpleasant
"
kin
"
who
are
among
the
troubles
of
the
rich
;
she
had
at
first
referred
the
kinship
to
Mr.
Rigg
,
and
where
there
was
property
left
,
the
buzzing
presence
of
such
large
blue-bottles
seemed
natural
enough
.
How
he
could
be
"
kin
"
to
Bulstrode
as
well
was
not
so
clear
,
but
Mrs.
Abel
agreed
with
her
husband
that
there
was
"
no
knowing
,
"
a
proposition
which
had
a
great
deal
of
mental
food
for
her
,
so
that
she
shook
her
head
over
it
without
further
speculation
.
In
less
than
an
hour
Lydgate
arrived
.
Bulstrode
met
him
outside
the
wainscoted
parlor
,
where
Raffles
was
,
and
said
—
"
I
have
called
you
in
,
Mr.
Lydgate
,
to
an
unfortunate
man
who
was
once
in
my
employment
,
many
years
ago
.
Afterwards
he
went
to
America
,
and
returned
I
fear
to
an
idle
dissolute
life
.
Being
destitute
,
he
has
a
claim
on
me
.
He
was
slightly
connected
with
Rigg
,
the
former
owner
of
this
place
,
and
in
consequence
found
his
way
here
.
I
believe
he
is
seriously
ill
:
apparently
his
mind
is
affected
.
I
feel
bound
to
do
the
utmost
for
him
.
"
Lydgate
,
who
had
the
remembrance
of
his
last
conversation
with
Bulstrode
strongly
upon
him
,
was
not
disposed
to
say
an
unnecessary
word
to
him
,
and
bowed
slightly
in
answer
to
this
account
;
but
just
before
entering
the
room
he
turned
automatically
and
said
,
"
What
is
his
name
?
"
—
to
know
names
being
as
much
a
part
of
the
medical
man
's
accomplishment
as
of
the
practical
politician
's
.
"
Raffles
,
John
Raffles
,
"
said
Bulstrode
,
who
hoped
that
whatever
became
of
Raffles
,
Lydgate
would
never
know
any
more
of
him
.
When
he
had
thoroughly
examined
and
considered
the
patient
,
Lydgate
ordered
that
he
should
go
to
bed
,
and
be
kept
there
in
as
complete
quiet
as
possible
,
and
then
went
with
Bulstrode
into
another
room
.
"
It
is
a
serious
case
,
I
apprehend
,
"
said
the
banker
,
before
Lydgate
began
to
speak
.
"
No
—
and
yes
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
half
dubiously
.
"
It
is
difficult
to
decide
as
to
the
possible
effect
of
long-standing
complications
;
but
the
man
had
a
robust
constitution
to
begin
with
.
I
should
not
expect
this
attack
to
be
fatal
,
though
of
course
the
system
is
in
a
ticklish
state
.
He
should
be
well
watched
and
attended
to
.
"
"
I
will
remain
here
myself
,
"
said
Bulstrode
.
"
Mrs.
Abel
and
her
husband
are
inexperienced
.
I
can
easily
remain
here
for
the
night
,
if
you
will
oblige
me
by
taking
a
note
for
Mrs.
Bulstrode
.
"
"
I
should
think
that
is
hardly
necessary
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
He
seems
tame
and
terrified
enough
.
He
might
become
more
unmanageable
.
But
there
is
a
man
here
—
is
there
not
?
"
"
I
have
more
than
once
stayed
here
a
few
nights
for
the
sake
of
seclusion
,
"
said
Bulstrode
,
indifferently
;
"
I
am
quite
disposed
to
do
so
now
.
Mrs.
Abel
and
her
husband
can
relieve
or
aid
me
,
if
necessary
.
"
"
Very
well
.
Then
I
need
give
my
directions
only
to
you
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
not
feeling
surprised
at
a
little
peculiarity
in
Bulstrode
.
"
You
think
,
then
,
that
the
case
is
hopeful
?
"
said
Bulstrode
,
when
Lydgate
had
ended
giving
his
orders
.
"
Unless
there
turn
out
to
be
further
complications
,
such
as
I
have
not
at
present
detected
—
yes
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
He
may
pass
on
to
a
worse
stage
;
but
I
should
not
wonder
if
he
got
better
in
a
few
days
,
by
adhering
to
the
treatment
I
have
prescribed
.
There
must
be
firmness
.
Remember
,
if
he
calls
for
liquors
of
any
sort
,
not
to
give
them
to
him
.
In
my
opinion
,
men
in
his
condition
are
oftener
killed
by
treatment
than
by
the
disease
.
Still
,
new
symptoms
may
arise
.
I
shall
come
again
to-morrow
morning
.
"
After
waiting
for
the
note
to
be
carried
to
Mrs.
Bulstrode
,
Lydgate
rode
away
,
forming
no
conjectures
,
in
the
first
instance
,
about
the
history
of
Raffles
,
but
rehearsing
the
whole
argument
,
which
had
lately
been
much
stirred
by
the
publication
of
Dr.
Ware
's
abundant
experience
in
America
,
as
to
the
right
way
of
treating
cases
of
alcoholic
poisoning
such
as
this
.
Lydgate
,
when
abroad
,
had
already
been
interested
in
this
question
:
he
was
strongly
convinced
against
the
prevalent
practice
of
allowing
alcohol
and
persistently
administering
large
doses
of
opium
;
and
he
had
repeatedly
acted
on
this
conviction
with
a
favourable
result
.
"
The
man
is
in
a
diseased
state
,
"
he
thought
,
"
but
there
's
a
good
deal
of
wear
in
him
still
.
I
suppose
he
is
an
object
of
charity
to
Bulstrode
.
It
is
curious
what
patches
of
hardness
and
tenderness
lie
side
by
side
in
men
's
dispositions
.
Bulstrode
seems
the
most
unsympathetic
fellow
I
ever
saw
about
some
people
,
and
yet
he
has
taken
no
end
of
trouble
,
and
spent
a
great
deal
of
money
,
on
benevolent
objects
.
I
suppose
he
has
some
test
by
which
he
finds
out
whom
Heaven
cares
for
—
he
has
made
up
his
mind
that
it
does
n't
care
for
me
.
"
This
streak
of
bitterness
came
from
a
plenteous
source
,
and
kept
widening
in
the
current
of
his
thought
as
he
neared
Lowick
Gate
.
He
had
not
been
there
since
his
first
interview
with
Bulstrode
in
the
morning
,
having
been
found
at
the
Hospital
by
the
banker
's
messenger
;
and
for
the
first
time
he
was
returning
to
his
home
without
the
vision
of
any
expedient
in
the
background
which
left
him
a
hope
of
raising
money
enough
to
deliver
him
from
the
coming
destitution
of
everything
which
made
his
married
life
tolerable
—
everything
which
saved
him
and
Rosamond
from
that
bare
isolation
in
which
they
would
be
forced
to
recognize
how
little
of
a
comfort
they
could
be
to
each
other
.
It
was
more
bearable
to
do
without
tenderness
for
himself
than
to
see
that
his
own
tenderness
could
make
no
amends
for
the
lack
of
other
things
to
her
.
The
sufferings
of
his
own
pride
from
humiliations
past
and
to
come
were
keen
enough
,
yet
they
were
hardly
distinguishable
to
himself
from
that
more
acute
pain
which
dominated
them
—
the
pain
of
foreseeing
that
Rosamond
would
come
to
regard
him
chiefly
as
the
cause
of
disappointment
and
unhappiness
to
her
.
He
had
never
liked
the
makeshifts
of
poverty
,
and
they
had
never
before
entered
into
his
prospects
for
himself
;
but
he
was
beginning
now
to
imagine
how
two
creatures
who
loved
each
other
,
and
had
a
stock
of
thoughts
in
common
,
might
laugh
over
their
shabby
furniture
,
and
their
calculations
how
far
they
could
afford
butter
and
eggs
.
But
the
glimpse
of
that
poetry
seemed
as
far
off
from
him
as
the
carelessness
of
the
golden
age
;
in
poor
Rosamond
's
mind
there
was
not
room
enough
for
luxuries
to
look
small
in
.
He
got
down
from
his
horse
in
a
very
sad
mood
,
and
went
into
the
house
,
not
expecting
to
be
cheered
except
by
his
dinner
,
and
reflecting
that
before
the
evening
closed
it
would
be
wise
to
tell
Rosamond
of
his
application
to
Bulstrode
and
its
failure
.
It
would
be
well
not
to
lose
time
in
preparing
her
for
the
worst
.
But
his
dinner
waited
long
for
him
before
he
was
able
to
eat
it
.
For
on
entering
he
found
that
Dover
's
agent
had
already
put
a
man
in
the
house
,
and
when
he
asked
where
Mrs.
Lydgate
was
,
he
was
told
that
she
was
in
her
bedroom
.
He
went
up
and
found
her
stretched
on
the
bed
pale
and
silent
,
without
an
answer
even
in
her
face
to
any
word
or
look
of
his
.
He
sat
down
by
the
bed
and
leaning
over
her
said
with
almost
a
cry
of
prayer
—
"
Forgive
me
for
this
misery
,
my
poor
Rosamond
!
Let
us
only
love
one
another
.
"
She
looked
at
him
silently
,
still
with
the
blank
despair
on
her
face
;
but
then
the
tears
began
to
fill
her
blue
eyes
,
and
her
lip
trembled
.
The
strong
man
had
had
too
much
to
bear
that
day
.
He
let
his
head
fall
beside
hers
and
sobbed
.
He
did
not
hinder
her
from
going
to
her
father
early
in
the
morning
—
it
seemed
now
that
he
ought
not
to
hinder
her
from
doing
as
she
pleased
.
In
half
an
hour
she
came
back
,
and
said
that
papa
and
mamma
wished
her
to
go
and
stay
with
them
while
things
were
in
this
miserable
state
.
Papa
said
he
could
do
nothing
about
the
debt
—
if
he
paid
this
,
there
would
be
half-a-dozen
more
.
She
had
better
come
back
home
again
till
Lydgate
had
got
a
comfortable
home
for
her
.
"
Do
you
object
,
Tertius
?
"
"
Do
as
you
like
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
But
things
are
not
coming
to
a
crisis
immediately
.
There
is
no
hurry
.
"
"
I
should
not
go
till
to-morrow
,
"
said
Rosamond
;
"
I
shall
want
to
pack
my
clothes
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
would
wait
a
little
longer
than
to-morrow
—
there
is
no
knowing
what
may
happen
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
with
bitter
irony
.
"
I
may
get
my
neck
broken
,
and
that
may
make
things
easier
to
you
.
"
It
was
Lydgate
's
misfortune
and
Rosamond
's
too
,
that
his
tenderness
towards
her
,
which
was
both
an
emotional
prompting
and
a
well-considered
resolve
,
was
inevitably
interrupted
by
these
outbursts
of
indignation
either
ironical
or
remonstrant
.
She
thought
them
totally
unwarranted
,
and
the
repulsion
which
this
exceptional
severity
excited
in
her
was
in
danger
of
making
the
more
persistent
tenderness
unacceptable
.
"
I
see
you
do
not
wish
me
to
go
,
"
she
said
,
with
chill
mildness
;
"
why
can
you
not
say
so
,
without
that
kind
of
violence
?
I
shall
stay
until
you
request
me
to
do
otherwise
.
"
Lydgate
said
no
more
,
but
went
out
on
his
rounds
.
He
felt
bruised
and
shattered
,
and
there
was
a
dark
line
under
his
eyes
which
Rosamond
had
not
seen
before
.
She
could
not
bear
to
look
at
him
.
Tertius
had
a
way
of
taking
things
which
made
them
a
great
deal
worse
for
her
.
CHAPTER
LXX
.
"
Our
deeds
still
travel
with
us
from
afar
,
And
what
we
have
been
makes
us
what
we
are
.
"
Bulstrode
's
first
object
after
Lydgate
had
left
Stone
Court
was
to
examine
Raffles
's
pockets
,
which
he
imagined
were
sure
to
carry
signs
in
the
shape
of
hotel-bills
of
the
places
he
had
stopped
in
,
if
he
had
not
told
the
truth
in
saying
that
he
had
come
straight
from
Liverpool
because
he
was
ill
and
had
no
money
.
There
were
various
bills
crammed
into
his
pocketbook
,
but
none
of
a
later
date
than
Christmas
at
any
other
place
,
except
one
,
which
bore
date
that
morning
.
This
was
crumpled
up
with
a
hand-bill
about
a
horse-fair
in
one
of
his
tail-pockets
,
and
represented
the
cost
of
three
days
'
stay
at
an
inn
at
Bilkley
,
where
the
fair
was
held
—
a
town
at
least
forty
miles
from
Middlemarch
.
The
bill
was
heavy
,
and
since
Raffles
had
no
luggage
with
him
,
it
seemed
probable
that
he
had
left
his
portmanteau
behind
in
payment
,
in
order
to
save
money
for
his
travelling
fare
;
for
his
purse
was
empty
,
and
he
had
only
a
couple
of
sixpences
and
some
loose
pence
in
his
pockets
.
Bulstrode
gathered
a
sense
of
safety
from
these
indications
that
Raffles
had
really
kept
at
a
distance
from
Middlemarch
since
his
memorable
visit
at
Christmas
.
At
a
distance
and
among
people
who
were
strangers
to
Bulstrode
,
what
satisfaction
could
there
be
to
Raffles
's
tormenting
,
self-magnifying
vein
in
telling
old
scandalous
stories
about
a
Middlemarch
banker
?
And
what
harm
if
he
did
talk
?
The
chief
point
now
was
to
keep
watch
over
him
as
long
as
there
was
any
danger
of
that
intelligible
raving
,
that
unaccountable
impulse
to
tell
,
which
seemed
to
have
acted
towards
Caleb
Garth
;
and
Bulstrode
felt
much
anxiety
lest
some
such
impulse
should
come
over
him
at
the
sight
of
Lydgate
.
He
sat
up
alone
with
him
through
the
night
,
only
ordering
the
housekeeper
to
lie
down
in
her
clothes
,
so
as
to
be
ready
when
he
called
her
,
alleging
his
own
indisposition
to
sleep
,
and
his
anxiety
to
carry
out
the
doctor
's
orders
.
He
did
carry
them
out
faithfully
,
although
Raffles
was
incessantly
asking
for
brandy
,
and
declaring
that
he
was
sinking
away
—
that
the
earth
was
sinking
away
from
under
him
.
He
was
restless
and
sleepless
,
but
still
quailing
and
manageable
.
On
the
offer
of
the
food
ordered
by
Lydgate
,
which
he
refused
,
and
the
denial
of
other
things
which
he
demanded
,
he
seemed
to
concentrate
all
his
terror
on
Bulstrode
,
imploringly
deprecating
his
anger
,
his
revenge
on
him
by
starvation
,
and
declaring
with
strong
oaths
that
he
had
never
told
any
mortal
a
word
against
him
.
Even
this
Bulstrode
felt
that
he
would
not
have
liked
Lydgate
to
hear
;
but
a
more
alarming
sign
of
fitful
alternation
in
his
delirium
was
,
that
in-the
morning
twilight
Raffles
suddenly
seemed
to
imagine
a
doctor
present
,
addressing
him
and
declaring
that
Bulstrode
wanted
to
starve
him
to
death
out
of
revenge
for
telling
,
when
he
never
had
told
.
Bulstrode
's
native
imperiousness
and
strength
of
determination
served
him
well
.
This
delicate-looking
man
,
himself
nervously
perturbed
,
found
the
needed
stimulus
in
his
strenuous
circumstances
,
and
through
that
difficult
night
and
morning
,
while
he
had
the
air
of
an
animated
corpse
returned
to
movement
without
warmth
,
holding
the
mastery
by
its
chill
impassibility
,
his
mind
was
intensely
at
work
thinking
of
what
he
had
to
guard
against
and
what
would
win
him
security
.
Whatever
prayers
he
might
lift
up
,
whatever
statements
he
might
inwardly
make
of
this
man
's
wretched
spiritual
condition
,
and
the
duty
he
himself
was
under
to
submit
to
the
punishment
divinely
appointed
for
him
rather
than
to
wish
for
evil
to
another
—
through
all
this
effort
to
condense
words
into
a
solid
mental
state
,
there
pierced
and
spread
with
irresistible
vividness
the
images
of
the
events
he
desired
.
And
in
the
train
of
those
images
came
their
apology
.
He
could
not
but
see
the
death
of
Raffles
,
and
see
in
it
his
own
deliverance
.
What
was
the
removal
of
this
wretched
creature
?
He
was
impenitent
—
but
were
not
public
criminals
impenitent
?
—
yet
the
law
decided
on
their
fate
.
Should
Providence
in
this
case
award
death
,
there
was
no
sin
in
contemplating
death
as
the
desirable
issue
—
if
he
kept
his
hands
from
hastening
it
—
if
he
scrupulously
did
what
was
prescribed
.
Even
here
there
might
be
a
mistake
:
human
prescriptions
were
fallible
things
:
Lydgate
had
said
that
treatment
had
hastened
death
,
—
why
not
his
own
method
of
treatment
?
But
of
course
intention
was
everything
in
the
question
of
right
and
wrong
.
And
Bulstrode
set
himself
to
keep
his
intention
separate
from
his
desire
.
He
inwardly
declared
that
he
intended
to
obey
orders
.
Why
should
he
have
got
into
any
argument
about
the
validity
of
these
orders
?
It
was
only
the
common
trick
of
desire
—
which
avails
itself
of
any
irrelevant
scepticism
,
finding
larger
room
for
itself
in
all
uncertainty
about
effects
,
in
every
obscurity
that
looks
like
the
absence
of
law
.
Still
,
he
did
obey
the
orders
.
His
anxieties
continually
glanced
towards
Lydgate
,
and
his
remembrance
of
what
had
taken
place
between
them
the
morning
before
was
accompanied
with
sensibilities
which
had
not
been
roused
at
all
during
the
actual
scene
.
He
had
then
cared
but
little
about
Lydgate
's
painful
impressions
with
regard
to
the
suggested
change
in
the
Hospital
,
or
about
the
disposition
towards
himself
which
what
he
held
to
be
his
justifiable
refusal
of
a
rather
exorbitant
request
might
call
forth
.
He
recurred
to
the
scene
now
with
a
perception
that
he
had
probably
made
Lydgate
his
enemy
,
and
with
an
awakened
desire
to
propitiate
him
,
or
rather
to
create
in
him
a
strong
sense
of
personal
obligation
.
He
regretted
that
he
had
not
at
once
made
even
an
unreasonable
money-sacrifice
.
For
in
case
of
unpleasant
suspicions
,
or
even
knowledge
gathered
from
the
raving
of
Raffles
,
Bulstrode
would
have
felt
that
he
had
a
defence
in
Lydgate
's
mind
by
having
conferred
a
momentous
benefit
on
him
.
But
the
regret
had
perhaps
come
too
late
.
Strange
,
piteous
conflict
in
the
soul
of
this
unhappy
man
,
who
had
longed
for
years
to
be
better
than
he
was
—
who
had
taken
his
selfish
passions
into
discipline
and
clad
them
in
severe
robes
,
so
that
he
had
walked
with
them
as
a
devout
choir
,
till
now
that
a
terror
had
risen
among
them
,
and
they
could
chant
no
longer
,
but
threw
out
their
common
cries
for
safety
.
It
was
nearly
the
middle
of
the
day
before
Lydgate
arrived
:
he
had
meant
to
come
earlier
,
but
had
been
detained
,
he
said
;
and
his
shattered
looks
were
noticed
by
Balstrode
.
But
he
immediately
threw
himself
into
the
consideration
of
the
patient
,
and
inquired
strictly
into
all
that
had
occurred
.
Raffles
was
worse
,
would
take
hardly
any
food
,
was
persistently
wakeful
and
restlessly
raving
;
but
still
not
violent
.
Contrary
to
Bulstrode
's
alarmed
expectation
,
he
took
little
notice
of
Lydgate
's
presence
,
and
continued
to
talk
or
murmur
incoherently
.
"
What
do
you
think
of
him
?
"
said
Bulstrode
,
in
private
.
"
The
symptoms
are
worse
.
"
"
You
are
less
hopeful
?
"
"
No
;
I
still
think
he
may
come
round
.
Are
you
going
to
stay
here
yourself
?
"
said
Lydgate
,
looking
at
Bulstrode
with
an
abrupt
question
,
which
made
him
uneasy
,
though
in
reality
it
was
not
due
to
any
suspicious
conjecture
.
"
Yes
,
I
think
so
,
"
said
Bulstrode
,
governing
himself
and
speaking
with
deliberation
.
"
Mrs.
Bulstrode
is
advised
of
the
reasons
which
detain
me
.
Mrs.
Abel
and
her
husband
are
not
experienced
enough
to
be
left
quite
alone
,
and
this
kind
of
responsibility
is
scarcely
included
in
their
service
of
me
.
You
have
some
fresh
instructions
,
I
presume
.
"
The
chief
new
instruction
that
Lydgate
had
to
give
was
on
the
administration
of
extremely
moderate
doses
of
opium
,
in
case
of
the
sleeplessness
continuing
after
several
hours
.
He
had
taken
the
precaution
of
bringing
opium
in
his
pocket
,
and
he
gave
minute
directions
to
Bulstrode
as
to
the
doses
,
and
the
point
at
which
they
should
cease
.
He
insisted
on
the
risk
of
not
ceasing
;
and
repeated
his
order
that
no
alcohol
should
be
given
.
"
From
what
I
see
of
the
case
,
"
he
ended
,
"
narcotism
is
the
only
thing
I
should
be
much
afraid
of
.
He
may
wear
through
even
without
much
food
.
There
's
a
good
deal
of
strength
in
him
.
"
"
You
look
ill
yourself
,
Mr.
Lydgate
—
a
most
unusual
,
I
may
say
unprecedented
thing
in
my
knowledge
of
you
,
"
said
Bulstrode
,
showing
a
solicitude
as
unlike
his
indifference
the
day
before
,
as
his
present
recklessness
about
his
own
fatigue
was
unlike
his
habitual
self-cherishing
anxiety
.
"
I
fear
you
are
harassed
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
am
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
brusquely
,
holding
his
hat
,
and
ready
to
go
.
"
Something
new
,
I
fear
,
"
said
Bulstrode
,
inquiringly
.
"
Pray
be
seated
.
"
"
No
,
thank
you
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
with
some
hauteur
.
"
I
mentioned
to
you
yesterday
what
was
the
state
of
my
affairs
.
There
is
nothing
to
add
,
except
that
the
execution
has
since
then
been
actually
put
into
my
house
.
One
can
tell
a
good
deal
of
trouble
in
a
short
sentence
.
I
will
say
good
morning
.
"
"
Stay
,
Mr.
Lydgate
,
stay
,
"
said
Bulstrode
;
"
I
have
been
reconsidering
this
subject
.
I
was
yesterday
taken
by
surprise
,
and
saw
it
superficially
.
Mrs.
Bulstrode
is
anxious
for
her
niece
,
and
I
myself
should
grieve
at
a
calamitous
change
in
your
position
.
Claims
on
me
are
numerous
,
but
on
reconsideration
,
I
esteem
it
right
that
I
should
incur
a
small
sacrifice
rather
than
leave
you
unaided
.
You
said
,
I
think
,
that
a
thousand
pounds
would
suffice
entirely
to
free
you
from
your
burthens
,
and
enable
you
to
recover
a
firm
stand
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
a
great
leap
of
joy
within
him
surmounting
every
other
feeling
;
"
that
would
pay
all
my
debts
,
and
leave
me
a
little
on
hand
.
I
could
set
about
economizing
in
our
way
of
living
.
And
by-and-by
my
practice
might
look
up
.
"
"
If
you
will
wait
a
moment
,
Mr.
Lydgate
,
I
will
draw
a
check
to
that
amount
.
I
am
aware
that
help
,
to
be
effectual
in
these
cases
,
should
be
thorough
.
"
While
Bulstrode
wrote
,
Lydgate
turned
to
the
window
thinking
of
his
home
—
thinking
of
his
life
with
its
good
start
saved
from
frustration
,
its
good
purposes
still
unbroken
.
"
You
can
give
me
a
note
of
hand
for
this
,
Mr.
Lydgate
,
"
said
the
banker
,
advancing
towards
him
with
the
check
.
"
And
by-and-by
,
I
hope
,
you
may
be
in
circumstances
gradually
to
repay
me
.
Meanwhile
,
I
have
pleasure
in
thinking
that
you
will
be
released
from
further
difficulty
.
"
"
I
am
deeply
obliged
to
you
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
You
have
restored
to
me
the
prospect
of
working
with
some
happiness
and
some
chance
of
good
.
"
It
appeared
to
him
a
very
natural
movement
in
Bulstrode
that
he
should
have
reconsidered
his
refusal
:
it
corresponded
with
the
more
munificent
side
of
his
character
.
But
as
he
put
his
hack
into
a
canter
,
that
he
might
get
the
sooner
home
,
and
tell
the
good
news
to
Rosamond
,
and
get
cash
at
the
bank
to
pay
over
to
Dover
's
agent
,
there
crossed
his
mind
,
with
an
unpleasant
impression
,
as
from
a
dark-winged
flight
of
evil
augury
across
his
vision
,
the
thought
of
that
contrast
in
himself
which
a
few
months
had
brought
—
that
he
should
be
overjoyed
at
being
under
a
strong
personal
obligation
—
that
he
should
be
overjoyed
at
getting
money
for
himself
from
Bulstrode
.
The
banker
felt
that
he
had
done
something
to
nullify
one
cause
of
uneasiness
,
and
yet
he
was
scarcely
the
easier
.
He
did
not
measure
the
quantity
of
diseased
motive
which
had
made
him
wish
for
Lydgate
's
good-will
,
but
the
quantity
was
none
the
less
actively
there
,
like
an
irritating
agent
in
his
blood
.
A
man
vows
,
and
yet
will
not
cast
away
the
means
of
breaking
his
vow
.
Is
it
that
he
distinctly
means
to
break
it
?
Not
at
all
;
but
the
desires
which
tend
to
break
it
are
at
work
in
him
dimly
,
and
make
their
way
into
his
imagination
,
and
relax
his
muscles
in
the
very
moments
when
he
is
telling
himself
over
again
the
reasons
for
his
vow
.
Raffles
,
recovering
quickly
,
returning
to
the
free
use
of
his
odious
powers
—
how
could
Bulstrode
wish
for
that
?
Raffles
dead
was
the
image
that
brought
release
,
and
indirectly
he
prayed
for
that
way
of
release
,
beseeching
that
,
if
it
were
possible
,
the
rest
of
his
days
here
below
might
be
freed
from
the
threat
of
an
ignominy
which
would
break
him
utterly
as
an
instrument
of
God
's
service
.
Lydgate
's
opinion
was
not
on
the
side
of
promise
that
this
prayer
would
be
fulfilled
;
and
as
the
day
advanced
,
Bulstrode
felt
himself
getting
irritated
at
the
persistent
life
in
this
man
,
whom
he
would
fain
have
seen
sinking
into
the
silence
of
death
:
imperious
will
stirred
murderous
impulses
towards
this
brute
life
,
over
which
will
,
by
itself
,
had
no
power
.
He
said
inwardly
that
he
was
getting
too
much
worn
;
he
would
not
sit
up
with
the
patient
to-night
,
but
leave
him
to
Mrs.
Abel
,
who
,
if
necessary
,
could
call
her
husband
.
At
six
o'clock
,
Raffles
,
having
had
only
fitful
perturbed
snatches
of
sleep
,
from
which
he
waked
with
fresh
restlessness
and
perpetual
cries
that
he
was
sinking
away
,
Bulstrode
began
to
administer
the
opium
according
to
Lydgate
's
directions
.
At
the
end
of
half
an
hour
or
more
he
called
Mrs.
Abel
and
told
her
that
he
found
himself
unfit
for
further
watching
.
He
must
now
consign
the
patient
to
her
care
;
and
he
proceeded
to
repeat
to
her
Lydgate
's
directions
as
to
the
quantity
of
each
dose
.
Mrs.
Abel
had
not
before
known
anything
of
Lydgate
's
prescriptions
;
she
had
simply
prepared
and
brought
whatever
Bulstrode
ordered
,
and
had
done
what
he
pointed
out
to
her
.
She
began
now
to
ask
what
else
she
should
do
besides
administering
the
opium
.
"
Nothing
at
present
,
except
the
offer
of
the
soup
or
the
soda-water
:
you
can
come
to
me
for
further
directions
.
Unless
there
is
any
important
change
,
I
shall
not
come
into
the
room
again
to-night
.
You
will
ask
your
husband
for
help
if
necessary
.
I
must
go
to
bed
early
.
"
"
You
've
much
need
,
sir
,
I
'm
sure
,
"
said
Mrs.
Abel
,
"
and
to
take
something
more
strengthening
than
what
you
've
done
.
"
Bulstrode
went
away
now
without
anxiety
as
to
what
Raffles
might
say
in
his
raving
,
which
had
taken
on
a
muttering
incoherence
not
likely
to
create
any
dangerous
belief
.
At
any
rate
he
must
risk
this
.
He
went
down
into
the
wainscoted
parlor
first
,
and
began
to
consider
whether
he
would
not
have
his
horse
saddled
and
go
home
by
the
moonlight
,
and
give
up
caring
for
earthly
consequences
.
Then
,
he
wished
that
he
had
begged
Lydgate
to
come
again
that
evening
.
Perhaps
he
might
deliver
a
different
opinion
,
and
think
that
Raffles
was
getting
into
a
less
hopeful
state
.
Should
he
send
for
Lydgate
?
If
Raffles
were
really
getting
worse
,
and
slowly
dying
,
Bulstrode
felt
that
he
could
go
to
bed
and
sleep
in
gratitude
to
Providence
.
But
was
he
worse
?
Lydgate
might
come
and
simply
say
that
he
was
going
on
as
he
expected
,
and
predict
that
he
would
by-and-by
fall
into
a
good
sleep
,
and
get
well
.
What
was
the
use
of
sending
for
him
?
Bulstrode
shrank
from
that
result
.
No
ideas
or
opinions
could
hinder
him
from
seeing
the
one
probability
to
be
,
that
Raffles
recovered
would
be
just
the
same
man
as
before
,
with
his
strength
as
a
tormentor
renewed
,
obliging
him
to
drag
away
his
wife
to
spend
her
years
apart
from
her
friends
and
native
place
,
carrying
an
alienating
suspicion
against
him
in
her
heart
.
He
had
sat
an
hour
and
a
half
in
this
conflict
by
the
firelight
only
,
when
a
sudden
thought
made
him
rise
and
light
the
bed-candle
,
which
he
had
brought
down
with
him
.
The
thought
was
,
that
he
had
not
told
Mrs.
Abel
when
the
doses
of
opium
must
cease
.
He
took
hold
of
the
candlestick
,
but
stood
motionless
for
a
long
while
.
She
might
already
have
given
him
more
than
Lydgate
had
prescribed
.
But
it
was
excusable
in
him
,
that
he
should
forget
part
of
an
order
,
in
his
present
wearied
condition
.
He
walked
up-stairs
,
candle
in
hand
,
not
knowing
whether
he
should
straightway
enter
his
own
room
and
go
to
bed
,
or
turn
to
the
patient
's
room
and
rectify
his
omission
.
He
paused
in
the
passage
,
with
his
face
turned
towards
Raffles
's
room
,
and
he
could
hear
him
moaning
and
murmuring
.
He
was
not
asleep
,
then
.
Who
could
know
that
Lydgate
's
prescription
would
not
be
better
disobeyed
than
followed
,
since
there
was
still
no
sleep
?
He
turned
into
his
own
room
.
Before
he
had
quite
undressed
,
Mrs.
Abel
rapped
at
the
door
;
he
opened
it
an
inch
,
so
that
he
could
hear
her
speak
low
.
"
If
you
please
,
sir
,
should
I
have
no
brandy
nor
nothing
to
give
the
poor
creetur
?
He
feels
sinking
away
,
and
nothing
else
will
he
swaller
—
and
but
little
strength
in
it
,
if
he
did
—
only
the
opium
.
And
he
says
more
and
more
he
's
sinking
down
through
the
earth
.
"
To
her
surprise
,
Mr.
Bulstrode
did
not
answer
.
A
struggle
was
going
on
within
him
.
"
I
think
he
must
die
for
want
o
'
support
,
if
he
goes
on
in
that
way
.
When
I
nursed
my
poor
master
,
Mr.
Robisson
,
I
had
to
give
him
port-wine
and
brandy
constant
,
and
a
big
glass
at
a
time
,
"
added
Mrs.
Abel
,
with
a
touch
of
remonstrance
in
her
tone
.
But
again
Mr.
Bulstrode
did
not
answer
immediately
,
and
she
continued
,
"
It
's
not
a
time
to
spare
when
people
are
at
death
's
door
,
nor
would
you
wish
it
,
sir
,
I
'm
sure
.
Else
I
should
give
him
our
own
bottle
o
'
rum
as
we
keep
by
us
.
But
a
sitter-up
so
as
you
've
been
,
and
doing
everything
as
laid
in
your
power
—
"
Here
a
key
was
thrust
through
the
inch
of
doorway
,
and
Mr.
Bulstrode
said
huskily
,
"
That
is
the
key
of
the
wine-cooler
.
You
will
find
plenty
of
brandy
there
.
"
Early
in
the
morning
—
about
six
—
Mr.
Bulstrode
rose
and
spent
some
time
in
prayer
.
Does
any
one
suppose
that
private
prayer
is
necessarily
candid
—
necessarily
goes
to
the
roots
of
action
?
Private
prayer
is
inaudible
speech
,
and
speech
is
representative
:
who
can
represent
himself
just
as
he
is
,
even
in
his
own
reflections
?
Bulstrode
had
not
yet
unravelled
in
his
thought
the
confused
promptings
of
the
last
four-and-twenty
hours
.
He
listened
in
the
passage
,
and
could
hear
hard
stertorous
breathing
.
Then
he
walked
out
in
the
garden
,
and
looked
at
the
early
rime
on
the
grass
and
fresh
spring
leaves
.
When
he
re-entered
the
house
,
he
felt
startled
at
the
sight
of
Mrs.
Abel
.
"
How
is
your
patient
—
asleep
,
I
think
?
"
he
said
,
with
an
attempt
at
cheerfulness
in
his
tone
.
"
He
's
gone
very
deep
,
sir
,
"
said
Mrs.
Abel
.
"
He
went
off
gradual
between
three
and
four
o'clock
.
Would
you
please
to
go
and
look
at
him
?
I
thought
it
no
harm
to
leave
him
.
My
man
's
gone
afield
,
and
the
little
girl
's
seeing
to
the
kettles
.
"
Bulstrode
went
up
.
At
a
glance
he
knew
that
Raffles
was
not
in
the
sleep
which
brings
revival
,
but
in
the
sleep
which
streams
deeper
and
deeper
into
the
gulf
of
death
.
He
looked
round
the
room
and
saw
a
bottle
with
some
brandy
in
it
,
and
the
almost
empty
opium
phial
.
He
put
the
phial
out
of
sight
,
and
carried
the
brandy-bottle
down-stairs
with
him
,
locking
it
again
in
the
wine-cooler
.
While
breakfasting
he
considered
whether
he
should
ride
to
Middlemarch
at
once
,
or
wait
for
Lydgate
's
arrival
.
He
decided
to
wait
,
and
told
Mrs.
Abel
that
she
might
go
about
her
work
—
he
could
watch
in
the
bed-chamber
.
As
he
sat
there
and
beheld
the
enemy
of
his
peace
going
irrevocably
into
silence
,
he
felt
more
at
rest
than
he
had
done
for
many
months
.
His
conscience
was
soothed
by
the
enfolding
wing
of
secrecy
,
which
seemed
just
then
like
an
angel
sent
down
for
his
relief
.
He
drew
out
his
pocket-book
to
review
various
memoranda
there
as
to
the
arrangements
he
had
projected
and
partly
carried
out
in
the
prospect
of
quitting
Middlemarch
,
and
considered
how
far
he
would
let
them
stand
or
recall
them
,
now
that
his
absence
would
be
brief
.
Some
economies
which
he
felt
desirable
might
still
find
a
suitable
occasion
in
his
temporary
withdrawal
from
management
,
and
he
hoped
still
that
Mrs.
Casaubon
would
take
a
large
share
in
the
expenses
of
the
Hospital
.
In
that
way
the
moments
passed
,
until
a
change
in
the
stertorous
breathing
was
marked
enough
to
draw
his
attention
wholly
to
the
bed
,
and
forced
him
to
think
of
the
departing
life
,
which
had
once
been
subservient
to
his
own
—
which
he
had
once
been
glad
to
find
base
enough
for
him
to
act
on
as
he
would
.
It
was
his
gladness
then
which
impelled
him
now
to
be
glad
that
the
life
was
at
an
end
.
And
who
could
say
that
the
death
of
Raffles
had
been
hastened
?
Who
knew
what
would
have
saved
him
?
Lydgate
arrived
at
half-past
ten
,
in
time
to
witness
the
final
pause
of
the
breath
.
When
he
entered
the
room
Bulstrode
observed
a
sudden
expression
in
his
face
,
which
was
not
so
much
surprise
as
a
recognition
that
he
had
not
judged
correctly
.
He
stood
by
the
bed
in
silence
for
some
time
,
with
his
eyes
turned
on
the
dying
man
,
but
with
that
subdued
activity
of
expression
which
showed
that
he
was
carrying
on
an
inward
debate
.
"
When
did
this
change
begin
?
"
said
he
,
looking
at
Bulstrode
.
"
I
did
not
watch
by
him
last
night
,
"
said
Bulstrode
.
"
I
was
over-worn
,
and
left
him
under
Mrs.
Abel
's
care
.
She
said
that
he
sank
into
sleep
between
three
and
four
o'clock
.
When
I
came
in
before
eight
he
was
nearly
in
this
condition
.
"
Lydgate
did
not
ask
another
question
,
but
watched
in
silence
until
he
said
,
"
It
's
all
over
.
"
This
morning
Lydgate
was
in
a
state
of
recovered
hope
and
freedom
.
He
had
set
out
on
his
work
with
all
his
old
animation
,
and
felt
himself
strong
enough
to
bear
all
the
deficiencies
of
his
married
life
.
And
he
was
conscious
that
Bulstrode
had
been
a
benefactor
to
him
.
But
he
was
uneasy
about
this
case
.
He
had
not
expected
it
to
terminate
as
it
had
done
.
Yet
he
hardly
knew
how
to
put
a
question
on
the
subject
to
Bulstrode
without
appearing
to
insult
him
;
and
if
he
examined
the
housekeeper
—
why
,
the
man
was
dead
.
There
seemed
to
be
no
use
in
implying
that
somebody
's
ignorance
or
imprudence
had
killed
him
.
And
after
all
,
he
himself
might
be
wrong
.
He
and
Bulstrode
rode
back
to
Middlemarch
together
,
talking
of
many
things
—
chiefly
cholera
and
the
chances
of
the
Reform
Bill
in
the
House
of
Lords
,
and
the
firm
resolve
of
the
political
Unions
.
Nothing
was
said
about
Raffles
,
except
that
Bulstrode
mentioned
the
necessity
of
having
a
grave
for
him
in
Lowick
churchyard
,
and
observed
that
,
so
far
as
he
knew
,
the
poor
man
had
no
connections
,
except
Rigg
,
whom
he
had
stated
to
be
unfriendly
towards
him
.
On
returning
home
Lydgate
had
a
visit
from
Mr.
Farebrother
.
The
Vicar
had
not
been
in
the
town
the
day
before
,
but
the
news
that
there
was
an
execution
in
Lydgate
's
house
had
got
to
Lowick
by
the
evening
,
having
been
carried
by
Mr.
Spicer
,
shoemaker
and
parish-clerk
,
who
had
it
from
his
brother
,
the
respectable
bell-hanger
in
Lowick
Gate
.
Since
that
evening
when
Lydgate
had
come
down
from
the
billiard
room
with
Fred
Vincy
,
Mr.
Farebrother
's
thoughts
about
him
had
been
rather
gloomy
.
Playing
at
the
Green
Dragon
once
or
oftener
might
have
been
a
trifle
in
another
man
;
but
in
Lydgate
it
was
one
of
several
signs
that
he
was
getting
unlike
his
former
self
.
He
was
beginning
to
do
things
for
which
he
had
formerly
even
an
excessive
scorn
.
Whatever
certain
dissatisfactions
in
marriage
,
which
some
silly
tinklings
of
gossip
had
given
him
hints
of
,
might
have
to
do
with
this
change
,
Mr.
Farebrother
felt
sure
that
it
was
chiefly
connected
with
the
debts
which
were
being
more
and
more
distinctly
reported
,
and
he
began
to
fear
that
any
notion
of
Lydgate
's
having
resources
or
friends
in
the
background
must
be
quite
illusory
.
The
rebuff
he
had
met
with
in
his
first
attempt
to
win
Lydgate
's
confidence
,
disinclined
him
to
a
second
;
but
this
news
of
the
execution
being
actually
in
the
house
,
determined
the
Vicar
to
overcome
his
reluctance
.
Lydgate
had
just
dismissed
a
poor
patient
,
in
whom
he
was
much
interested
,
and
he
came
forward
to
put
out
his
hand
—
with
an
open
cheerfulness
which
surprised
Mr.
Farebrother
.
Could
this
too
be
a
proud
rejection
of
sympathy
and
help
?
Never
mind
;
the
sympathy
and
help
should
be
offered
.
"
How
are
you
,
Lydgate
?
I
came
to
see
you
because
I
had
heard
something
which
made
me
anxious
about
you
,
"
said
the
Vicar
,
in
the
tone
of
a
good
brother
,
only
that
there
was
no
reproach
in
it
.
They
were
both
seated
by
this
time
,
and
Lydgate
answered
immediately
—
"
I
think
I
know
what
you
mean
.
You
had
heard
that
there
was
an
execution
in
the
house
?
"
"
Yes
;
is
it
true
?
"
"
It
was
true
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
with
an
air
of
freedom
,
as
if
he
did
not
mind
talking
about
the
affair
now
.
"
But
the
danger
is
over
;
the
debt
is
paid
.
I
am
out
of
my
difficulties
now
:
I
shall
be
freed
from
debts
,
and
able
,
I
hope
,
to
start
afresh
on
a
better
plan
.
"
"
I
am
very
thankful
to
hear
it
,
"
said
the
Vicar
,
falling
back
in
his
chair
,
and
speaking
with
that
low-toned
quickness
which
often
follows
the
removal
of
a
load
.
"
I
like
that
better
than
all
the
news
in
the
'
Times
.
'
I
confess
I
came
to
you
with
a
heavy
heart
.
"
"
Thank
you
for
coming
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
cordially
.
"
I
can
enjoy
the
kindness
all
the
more
because
I
am
happier
.
I
have
certainly
been
a
good
deal
crushed
.
I
'm
afraid
I
shall
find
the
bruises
still
painful
by-and
by
,
"
he
added
,
smiling
rather
sadly
;
"
but
just
now
I
can
only
feel
that
the
torture-screw
is
off
.
"
Mr.
Farebrother
was
silent
for
a
moment
,
and
then
said
earnestly
,
"
My
dear
fellow
,
let
me
ask
you
one
question
.
Forgive
me
if
I
take
a
liberty
.
"
"
I
do
n't
believe
you
will
ask
anything
that
ought
to
offend
me
.
"
"
Then
—
this
is
necessary
to
set
my
heart
quite
at
rest
—
you
have
not
—
have
you
?
—
in
order
to
pay
your
debts
,
incurred
another
debt
which
may
harass
you
worse
hereafter
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
colouring
slightly
.
"
There
is
no
reason
why
I
should
not
tell
you
—
since
the
fact
is
so
—
that
the
person
to
whom
I
am
indebted
is
Bulstrode
.
He
has
made
me
a
very
handsome
advance
—
a
thousand
pounds
—
and
he
can
afford
to
wait
for
repayment
.
"
"
Well
,
that
is
generous
,
"
said
Mr.
Farebrother
,
compelling
himself
to
approve
of
the
man
whom
he
disliked
.
His
delicate
feeling
shrank
from
dwelling
even
in
his
thought
on
the
fact
that
he
had
always
urged
Lydgate
to
avoid
any
personal
entanglement
with
Bulstrode
.
He
added
immediately
,
"
And
Bulstrode
must
naturally
feel
an
interest
in
your
welfare
,
after
you
have
worked
with
him
in
a
way
which
has
probably
reduced
your
income
instead
of
adding
to
it
.
I
am
glad
to
think
that
he
has
acted
accordingly
.
"
Lydgate
felt
uncomfortable
under
these
kindly
suppositions
.
They
made
more
distinct
within
him
the
uneasy
consciousness
which
had
shown
its
first
dim
stirrings
only
a
few
hours
before
,
that
Bulstrode
's
motives
for
his
sudden
beneficence
following
close
upon
the
chillest
indifference
might
be
merely
selfish
.
He
let
the
kindly
suppositions
pass
.
He
could
not
tell
the
history
of
the
loan
,
but
it
was
more
vividly
present
with
him
than
ever
,
as
well
as
the
fact
which
the
Vicar
delicately
ignored
—
that
this
relation
of
personal
indebtedness
to
Bulstrode
was
what
he
had
once
been
most
resolved
to
avoid
.
He
began
,
instead
of
answering
,
to
speak
of
his
projected
economies
,
and
of
his
having
come
to
look
at
his
life
from
a
different
point
of
view
.
"
I
shall
set
up
a
surgery
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
really
think
I
made
a
mistaken
effort
in
that
respect
.
And
if
Rosamond
will
not
mind
,
I
shall
take
an
apprentice
.
I
do
n't
like
these
things
,
but
if
one
carries
them
out
faithfully
they
are
not
really
lowering
.
I
have
had
a
severe
galling
to
begin
with
:
that
will
make
the
small
rubs
seem
easy
.
"
Poor
Lydgate
!
the
"
if
Rosamond
will
not
mind
,
"
which
had
fallen
from
him
involuntarily
as
part
of
his
thought
,
was
a
significant
mark
of
the
yoke
he
bore
.
But
Mr.
Farebrother
,
whose
hopes
entered
strongly
into
the
same
current
with
Lydgate
's
,
and
who
knew
nothing
about
him
that
could
now
raise
a
melancholy
presentiment
,
left
him
with
affectionate
congratulation
.
CHAPTER
LXXI
.
Clown
.
.
.
.
'
Twas
in
the
Bunch
of
Grapes
,
where
,
indeed
,
you
have
a
delight
to
sit
,
have
you
not
?
Froth
.
I
have
so
:
because
it
is
an
open
room
,
and
good
for
winter
.
Clo
.
Why
,
very
well
then
:
I
hope
here
be
truths
.
—
Measure
for
Measure
.
Five
days
after
the
death
of
Raffles
,
Mr.
Bambridge
was
standing
at
his
leisure
under
the
large
archway
leading
into
the
yard
of
the
Green
Dragon
.
He
was
not
fond
of
solitary
contemplation
,
but
he
had
only
just
come
out
of
the
house
,
and
any
human
figure
standing
at
ease
under
the
archway
in
the
early
afternoon
was
as
certain
to
attract
companionship
as
a
pigeon
which
has
found
something
worth
pecking
at
.
In
this
case
there
was
no
material
object
to
feed
upon
,
but
the
eye
of
reason
saw
a
probability
of
mental
sustenance
in
the
shape
of
gossip
.
Mr.
Hopkins
,
the
meek-mannered
draper
opposite
,
was
the
first
to
act
on
this
inward
vision
,
being
the
more
ambitious
of
a
little
masculine
talk
because
his
customers
were
chiefly
women
.
Mr.
Bambridge
was
rather
curt
to
the
draper
,
feeling
that
Hopkins
was
of
course
glad
to
talk
to
him
,
but
that
he
was
not
going
to
waste
much
of
his
talk
on
Hopkins
.
Soon
,
however
,
there
was
a
small
cluster
of
more
important
listeners
,
who
were
either
deposited
from
the
passers-by
,
or
had
sauntered
to
the
spot
expressly
to
see
if
there
were
anything
going
on
at
the
Green
Dragon
;
and
Mr.
Bambridge
was
finding
it
worth
his
while
to
say
many
impressive
things
about
the
fine
studs
he
had
been
seeing
and
the
purchases
he
had
made
on
a
journey
in
the
north
from
which
he
had
just
returned
.
Gentlemen
present
were
assured
that
when
they
could
show
him
anything
to
cut
out
a
blood
mare
,
a
bay
,
rising
four
,
which
was
to
be
seen
at
Doncaster
if
they
chose
to
go
and
look
at
it
,
Mr.
Bambridge
would
gratify
them
by
being
shot
"
from
here
to
Hereford
.
"
Also
,
a
pair
of
blacks
which
he
was
going
to
put
into
the
break
recalled
vividly
to
his
mind
a
pair
which
he
had
sold
to
Faulkner
in
'
19
,
for
a
hundred
guineas
,
and
which
Faulkner
had
sold
for
a
hundred
and
sixty
two
months
later
—
any
gent
who
could
disprove
this
statement
being
offered
the
privilege
of
calling
Mr.
Bambridge
by
a
very
ugly
name
until
the
exercise
made
his
throat
dry
.
When
the
discourse
was
at
this
point
of
animation
,
came
up
Mr.
Frank
Hawley
.
He
was
not
a
man
to
compromise
his
dignity
by
lounging
at
the
Green
Dragon
,
but
happening
to
pass
along
the
High
Street
and
seeing
Bambridge
on
the
other
side
,
he
took
some
of
his
long
strides
across
to
ask
the
horsedealer
whether
he
had
found
the
first-rate
gig-horse
which
he
had
engaged
to
look
for
.
Mr.
Hawley
was
requested
to
wait
until
he
had
seen
a
gray
selected
at
Bilkley
:
if
that
did
not
meet
his
wishes
to
a
hair
,
Bambridge
did
not
know
a
horse
when
he
saw
it
,
which
seemed
to
be
the
highest
conceivable
unlikelihood
.
Mr.
Hawley
,
standing
with
his
back
to
the
street
,
was
fixing
a
time
for
looking
at
the
gray
and
seeing
it
tried
,
when
a
horseman
passed
slowly
by
.
"
Bulstrode
!
"
said
two
or
three
voices
at
once
in
a
low
tone
,
one
of
them
,
which
was
the
draper
's
,
respectfully
prefixing
the
"
Mr.
;
"
but
nobody
having
more
intention
in
this
interjectural
naming
than
if
they
had
said
"
the
Riverston
coach
"
when
that
vehicle
appeared
in
the
distance
.
Mr.
Hawley
gave
a
careless
glance
round
at
Bulstrode
's
back
,
but
as
Bambridge
's
eyes
followed
it
he
made
a
sarcastic
grimace
.
"
By
jingo
!
that
reminds
me
,
"
he
began
,
lowering
his
voice
a
little
,
"
I
picked
up
something
else
at
Bilkley
besides
your
gig-horse
,
Mr.
Hawley
.
I
picked
up
a
fine
story
about
Bulstrode
.
Do
you
know
how
he
came
by
his
fortune
?
Any
gentleman
wanting
a
bit
of
curious
information
,
I
can
give
it
him
free
of
expense
.
If
everybody
got
their
deserts
,
Bulstrode
might
have
had
to
say
his
prayers
at
Botany
Bay
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
said
Mr.
Hawley
,
thrusting
his
hands
into
his
pockets
,
and
pushing
a
little
forward
under
the
archway
.
If
Bulstrode
should
turn
out
to
be
a
rascal
,
Frank
Hawley
had
a
prophetic
soul
.
"
I
had
it
from
a
party
who
was
an
old
chum
of
Bulstrode
's
.
I
'll
tell
you
where
I
first
picked
him
up
,
"
said
Bambridge
,
with
a
sudden
gesture
of
his
fore-finger
.
"
He
was
at
Larcher
's
sale
,
but
I
knew
nothing
of
