sense,
but
I
think
he
would
not
show
it
as
a
clergyman
.
He
would
be
a
piece
of
professional
affectation
.
"
"
Then
the
answer
is
quite
decided
.
As
a
clergyman
he
could
have
no
hope
?
"
Mary
shook
her
head
.
"
But
if
he
braved
all
the
difficulties
of
getting
his
bread
in
some
other
way
—
will
you
give
him
the
support
of
hope
?
May
he
count
on
winning
you
?
"
"
I
think
Fred
ought
not
to
need
telling
again
what
I
have
already
said
to
him
,
"
Mary
answered
,
with
a
slight
resentment
in
her
manner
.
"
I
mean
that
he
ought
not
to
put
such
questions
until
he
has
done
something
worthy
,
instead
of
saying
that
he
could
do
it
.
"
Mr.
Farebrother
was
silent
for
a
minute
or
more
,
and
then
,
as
they
turned
and
paused
under
the
shadow
of
a
maple
at
the
end
of
a
grassy
walk
,
said
,
"
I
understand
that
you
resist
any
attempt
to
fetter
you
,
but
either
your
feeling
for
Fred
Vincy
excludes
your
entertaining
another
attachment
,
or
it
does
not
:
either
he
may
count
on
your
remaining
single
until
he
shall
have
earned
your
hand
,
or
he
may
in
any
case
be
disappointed
.
Pardon
me
,
Mary
—
you
know
I
used
to
catechise
you
under
that
name
—
but
when
the
state
of
a
woman
's
affections
touches
the
happiness
of
another
life
—
of
more
lives
than
one
—
I
think
it
would
be
the
nobler
course
for
her
to
be
perfectly
direct
and
open
.
"
Mary
in
her
turn
was
silent
,
wondering
not
at
Mr.
Farebrother
's
manner
but
at
his
tone
,
which
had
a
grave
restrained
emotion
in
it
.
When
the
strange
idea
flashed
across
her
that
his
words
had
reference
to
himself
,
she
was
incredulous
,
and
ashamed
of
entertaining
it
.
She
had
never
thought
that
any
man
could
love
her
except
Fred
,
who
had
espoused
her
with
the
umbrella
ring
,
when
she
wore
socks
and
little
strapped
shoes
;
still
less
that
she
could
be
of
any
importance
to
Mr.
Farebrother
,
the
cleverest
man
in
her
narrow
circle
.
She
had
only
time
to
feel
that
all
this
was
hazy
and
perhaps
illusory
;
but
one
thing
was
clear
and
determined
—
her
answer
.
"
Since
you
think
it
my
duty
,
Mr.
Farebrother
,
I
will
tell
you
that
I
have
too
strong
a
feeling
for
Fred
to
give
him
up
for
any
one
else
.
I
should
never
be
quite
happy
if
I
thought
he
was
unhappy
for
the
loss
of
me
.
It
has
taken
such
deep
root
in
me
—
my
gratitude
to
him
for
always
loving
me
best
,
and
minding
so
much
if
I
hurt
myself
,
from
the
time
when
we
were
very
little
.
I
cannot
imagine
any
new
feeling
coming
to
make
that
weaker
.
I
should
like
better
than
anything
to
see
him
worthy
of
every
one
's
respect
.
But
please
tell
him
I
will
not
promise
to
marry
him
till
then
:
I
should
shame
and
grieve
my
father
and
mother
.
He
is
free
to
choose
some
one
else
.
"
"
Then
I
have
fulfilled
my
commission
thoroughly
,
"
said
Mr.
Farebrother
,
putting
out
his
hand
to
Mary
,
"
and
I
shall
ride
back
to
Middlemarch
forthwith
.
With
this
prospect
before
him
,
we
shall
get
Fred
into
the
right
niche
somehow
,
and
I
hope
I
shall
live
to
join
your
hands
.
God
bless
you
!
"
"
Oh
,
please
stay
,
and
let
me
give
you
some
tea
,
"
said
Mary
.
Her
eyes
filled
with
tears
,
for
something
indefinable
,
something
like
the
resolute
suppression
of
a
pain
in
Mr.
Farebrother
's
manner
,
made
her
feel
suddenly
miserable
,
as
she
had
once
felt
when
she
saw
her
father
's
hands
trembling
in
a
moment
of
trouble
.
"
No
,
my
dear
,
no.
I
must
get
back
.
"
In
three
minutes
the
Vicar
was
on
horseback
again
,
having
gone
magnanimously
through
a
duty
much
harder
than
the
renunciation
of
whist
,
or
even
than
the
writing
of
penitential
meditations
.
CHAPTER
LIII
.
It
is
but
a
shallow
haste
which
concludeth
insincerity
from
what
outsiders
call
inconsistency
—
putting
a
dead
mechanism
of
"
ifs
"
and
"
therefores
"
for
the
living
myriad
of
hidden
suckers
whereby
the
belief
and
the
conduct
are
wrought
into
mutual
sustainment
.
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
when
he
was
hoping
to
acquire
a
new
interest
in
Lowick
,
had
naturally
had
an
especial
wish
that
the
new
clergyman
should
be
one
whom
he
thoroughly
approved
;
and
he
believed
it
to
be
a
chastisement
and
admonition
directed
to
his
own
shortcomings
and
those
of
the
nation
at
large
,
that
just
about
the
time
when
he
came
in
possession
of
the
deeds
which
made
him
the
proprietor
of
Stone
Court
,
Mr.
Farebrother
"
read
himself
"
into
the
quaint
little
church
and
preached
his
first
sermon
to
the
congregation
of
farmers
,
labourers
,
and
village
artisans
.
It
was
not
that
Mr.
Bulstrode
intended
to
frequent
Lowick
Church
or
to
reside
at
Stone
Court
for
a
good
while
to
come
:
he
had
bought
the
excellent
farm
and
fine
homestead
simply
as
a
retreat
which
he
might
gradually
enlarge
as
to
the
land
and
beautify
as
to
the
dwelling
,
until
it
should
be
conducive
to
the
divine
glory
that
he
should
enter
on
it
as
a
residence
,
partially
withdrawing
from
his
present
exertions
in
the
administration
of
business
,
and
throwing
more
conspicuously
on
the
side
of
Gospel
truth
the
weight
of
local
landed
proprietorship
,
which
Providence
might
increase
by
unforeseen
occasions
of
purchase
.
A
strong
leading
in
this
direction
seemed
to
have
been
given
in
the
surprising
facility
of
getting
Stone
Court
,
when
every
one
had
expected
that
Mr.
Rigg
Featherstone
would
have
clung
to
it
as
the
Garden
of
Eden
.
That
was
what
poor
old
Peter
himself
had
expected
;
having
often
,
in
imagination
,
looked
up
through
the
sods
above
him
,
and
,
unobstructed
by
perspective
,
seen
his
frog-faced
legatee
enjoying
the
fine
old
place
to
the
perpetual
surprise
and
disappointment
of
other
survivors
.
But
how
little
we
know
what
would
make
paradise
for
our
neighbors
!
We
judge
from
our
own
desires
,
and
our
neighbors
themselves
are
not
always
open
enough
even
to
throw
out
a
hint
of
theirs
.
The
cool
and
judicious
Joshua
Rigg
had
not
allowed
his
parent
to
perceive
that
Stone
Court
was
anything
less
than
the
chief
good
in
his
estimation
,
and
he
had
certainly
wished
to
call
it
his
own
.
But
as
Warren
Hastings
looked
at
gold
and
thought
of
buying
Daylesford
,
so
Joshua
Rigg
looked
at
Stone
Court
and
thought
of
buying
gold
.
He
had
a
very
distinct
and
intense
vision
of
his
chief
good
,
the
vigorous
greed
which
he
had
inherited
having
taken
a
special
form
by
dint
of
circumstance
:
and
his
chief
good
was
to
be
a
moneychanger
.
From
his
earliest
employment
as
an
errand-boy
in
a
seaport
,
he
had
looked
through
the
windows
of
the
moneychangers
as
other
boys
look
through
the
windows
of
the
pastry-cooks
;
the
fascination
had
wrought
itself
gradually
into
a
deep
special
passion
;
he
meant
,
when
he
had
property
,
to
do
many
things
,
one
of
them
being
to
marry
a
genteel
young
person
;
but
these
were
all
accidents
and
joys
that
imagination
could
dispense
with
.
The
one
joy
after
which
his
soul
thirsted
was
to
have
a
money-changer
's
shop
on
a
much-frequented
quay
,
to
have
locks
all
round
him
of
which
he
held
the
keys
,
and
to
look
sublimely
cool
as
he
handled
the
breeding
coins
of
all
nations
,
while
helpless
Cupidity
looked
at
him
enviously
from
the
other
side
of
an
iron
lattice
.
The
strength
of
that
passion
had
been
a
power
enabling
him
to
master
all
the
knowledge
necessary
to
gratify
it
.
And
when
others
were
thinking
that
he
had
settled
at
Stone
Court
for
life
,
Joshua
himself
was
thinking
that
the
moment
now
was
not
far
off
when
he
should
settle
on
the
North
Quay
with
the
best
appointments
in
safes
and
locks
.
Enough
.
We
are
concerned
with
looking
at
Joshua
Rigg
's
sale
of
his
land
from
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
point
of
view
,
and
he
interpreted
it
as
a
cheering
dispensation
conveying
perhaps
a
sanction
to
a
purpose
which
he
had
for
some
time
entertained
without
external
encouragement
;
he
interpreted
it
thus
,
but
not
too
confidently
,
offering
up
his
thanksgiving
in
guarded
phraseology
.
His
doubts
did
not
arise
from
the
possible
relations
of
the
event
to
Joshua
Rigg
's
destiny
,
which
belonged
to
the
unmapped
regions
not
taken
under
the
providential
government
,
except
perhaps
in
an
imperfect
colonial
way
;
but
they
arose
from
reflecting
that
this
dispensation
too
might
be
a
chastisement
for
himself
,
as
Mr.
Farebrother
's
induction
to
the
living
clearly
was
.
This
was
not
what
Mr.
Bulstrode
said
to
any
man
for
the
sake
of
deceiving
him
:
it
was
what
he
said
to
himself
—
it
was
as
genuinely
his
mode
of
explaining
events
as
any
theory
of
yours
may
be
,
if
you
happen
to
disagree
with
him
.
For
the
egoism
which
enters
into
our
theories
does
not
affect
their
sincerity
;
rather
,
the
more
our
egoism
is
satisfied
,
the
more
robust
is
our
belief
.
However
,
whether
for
sanction
or
for
chastisement
,
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
hardly
fifteen
months
after
the
death
of
Peter
Featherstone
,
had
become
the
proprietor
of
Stone
Court
,
and
what
Peter
would
say
"
if
he
were
worthy
to
know
,
"
had
become
an
inexhaustible
and
consolatory
subject
of
conversation
to
his
disappointed
relatives
.
The
tables
were
now
turned
on
that
dear
brother
departed
,
and
to
contemplate
the
frustration
of
his
cunning
by
the
superior
cunning
of
things
in
general
was
a
cud
of
delight
to
Solomon
.
Mrs.
Waule
had
a
melancholy
triumph
in
the
proof
that
it
did
not
answer
to
make
false
Featherstones
and
cut
off
the
genuine
;
and
Sister
Martha
receiving
the
news
in
the
Chalky
Flats
said
,
"
Dear
,
dear
!
then
the
Almighty
could
have
been
none
so
pleased
with
the
almshouses
after
all
.
"
Affectionate
Mrs.
Bulstrode
was
particularly
glad
of
the
advantage
which
her
husband
's
health
was
likely
to
get
from
the
purchase
of
Stone
Court
.
Few
days
passed
without
his
riding
thither
and
looking
over
some
part
of
the
farm
with
the
bailiff
,
and
the
evenings
were
delicious
in
that
quiet
spot
,
when
the
new
hay-ricks
lately
set
up
were
sending
forth
odors
to
mingle
with
the
breath
of
the
rich
old
garden
.
One
evening
,
while
the
sun
was
still
above
the
horizon
and
burning
in
golden
lamps
among
the
great
walnut
boughs
,
Mr.
Bulstrode
was
pausing
on
horseback
outside
the
front
gate
waiting
for
Caleb
Garth
,
who
had
met
him
by
appointment
to
give
an
opinion
on
a
question
of
stable
drainage
,
and
was
now
advising
the
bailiff
in
the
rick-yard
.
Mr.
Bulstrode
was
conscious
of
being
in
a
good
spiritual
frame
and
more
than
usually
serene
,
under
the
influence
of
his
innocent
recreation
.
He
was
doctrinally
convinced
that
there
was
a
total
absence
of
merit
in
himself
;
but
that
doctrinal
conviction
may
be
held
without
pain
when
the
sense
of
demerit
does
not
take
a
distinct
shape
in
memory
and
revive
the
tingling
of
shame
or
the
pang
of
remorse
.
Nay
,
it
may
be
held
with
intense
satisfaction
when
the
depth
of
our
sinning
is
but
a
measure
for
the
depth
of
forgiveness
,
and
a
clenching
proof
that
we
are
peculiar
instruments
of
the
divine
intention
.
The
memory
has
as
many
moods
as
the
temper
,
and
shifts
its
scenery
like
a
diorama
.
At
this
moment
Mr.
Bulstrode
felt
as
if
the
sunshine
were
all
one
with
that
of
far-off
evenings
when
he
was
a
very
young
man
and
used
to
go
out
preaching
beyond
Highbury
.
And
he
would
willingly
have
had
that
service
of
exhortation
in
prospect
now
.
The
texts
were
there
still
,
and
so
was
his
own
facility
in
expounding
them
.
His
brief
reverie
was
interrupted
by
the
return
of
Caleb
Garth
,
who
also
was
on
horseback
,
and
was
just
shaking
his
bridle
before
starting
,
when
he
exclaimed
—
"
Bless
my
heart
!
what
's
this
fellow
in
black
coming
along
the
lane
?
He
's
like
one
of
those
men
one
sees
about
after
the
races
.
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
turned
his
horse
and
looked
along
the
lane
,
but
made
no
reply
.
The
comer
was
our
slight
acquaintance
Mr.
Raffles
,
whose
appearance
presented
no
other
change
than
such
as
was
due
to
a
suit
of
black
and
a
crape
hat-band
.
He
was
within
three
yards
of
the
horseman
now
,
and
they
could
see
the
flash
of
recognition
in
his
face
as
he
whirled
his
stick
upward
,
looking
all
the
while
at
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
and
at
last
exclaiming
:
—
"
By
Jove
,
Nick
,
it
's
you
!
I
could
n't
be
mistaken
,
though
the
five-and-twenty
years
have
played
old
Boguy
with
us
both
!
How
are
you
,
eh
?
you
did
n't
expect
to
see
me
here
.
Come
,
shake
us
by
the
hand
.
"
To
say
that
Mr.
Raffles
'
manner
was
rather
excited
would
be
only
one
mode
of
saying
that
it
was
evening
.
Caleb
Garth
could
see
that
there
was
a
moment
of
struggle
and
hesitation
in
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
but
it
ended
in
his
putting
out
his
hand
coldly
to
Raffles
and
saying
—
"
I
did
not
indeed
expect
to
see
you
in
this
remote
country
place
.
"
"
Well
,
it
belongs
to
a
stepson
of
mine
,
"
said
Raffles
,
adjusting
himself
in
a
swaggering
attitude
.
"
I
came
to
see
him
here
before
.
I
'm
not
so
surprised
at
seeing
you
,
old
fellow
,
because
I
picked
up
a
letter
—
what
you
may
call
a
providential
thing
.
It
's
uncommonly
fortunate
I
met
you
,
though
;
for
I
do
n't
care
about
seeing
my
stepson
:
he
's
not
affectionate
,
and
his
poor
mother
's
gone
now
.
To
tell
the
truth
,
I
came
out
of
love
to
you
,
Nick
:
I
came
to
get
your
address
,
for
—
look
here
!
"
Raffles
drew
a
crumpled
paper
from
his
pocket
.
Almost
any
other
man
than
Caleb
Garth
might
have
been
tempted
to
linger
on
the
spot
for
the
sake
of
hearing
all
he
could
about
a
man
whose
acquaintance
with
Bulstrode
seemed
to
imply
passages
in
the
banker
's
life
so
unlike
anything
that
was
known
of
him
in
Middlemarch
that
they
must
have
the
nature
of
a
secret
to
pique
curiosity
.
But
Caleb
was
peculiar
:
certain
human
tendencies
which
are
commonly
strong
were
almost
absent
from
his
mind
;
and
one
of
these
was
curiosity
about
personal
affairs
.
Especially
if
there
was
anything
discreditable
to
be
found
out
concerning
another
man
,
Caleb
preferred
not
to
know
it
;
and
if
he
had
to
tell
anybody
under
him
that
his
evil
doings
were
discovered
,
he
was
more
embarrassed
than
the
culprit
.
He
now
spurred
his
horse
,
and
saying
,
"
I
wish
you
good
evening
,
Mr.
Bulstrode
;
I
must
be
getting
home
,
"
set
off
at
a
trot
.
"
You
did
n't
put
your
full
address
to
this
letter
,
"
Raffles
continued
.
"
That
was
not
like
the
first-rate
man
of
business
you
used
to
be
.
'
The
Shrubs
,
'
—
they
may
be
anywhere
:
you
live
near
at
hand
,
eh
?
—
have
cut
the
London
concern
altogether
—
perhaps
turned
country
squire
—
have
a
rural
mansion
to
invite
me
to
.
Lord
,
how
many
years
it
is
ago
!
The
old
lady
must
have
been
dead
a
pretty
long
while
—
gone
to
glory
without
the
pain
of
knowing
how
poor
her
daughter
was
,
eh
?
But
,
by
Jove
!
you
're
very
pale
and
pasty
,
Nick
.
Come
,
if
you
're
going
home
,
I
'll
walk
by
your
side
.
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
usual
paleness
had
in
fact
taken
an
almost
deathly
hue
.
Five
minutes
before
,
the
expanse
of
his
life
had
been
submerged
in
its
evening
sunshine
which
shone
backward
to
its
remembered
morning
:
sin
seemed
to
be
a
question
of
doctrine
and
inward
penitence
,
humiliation
an
exercise
of
the
closet
,
the
bearing
of
his
deeds
a
matter
of
private
vision
adjusted
solely
by
spiritual
relations
and
conceptions
of
the
divine
purposes
.
And
now
,
as
if
by
some
hideous
magic
,
this
loud
red
figure
had
risen
before
him
in
unmanageable
solidity
—
an
incorporate
past
which
had
not
entered
into
his
imagination
of
chastisements
.
But
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
thought
was
busy
,
and
he
was
not
a
man
to
act
or
speak
rashly
.
"
I
was
going
home
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
I
can
defer
my
ride
a
little
.
And
you
can
,
if
you
please
,
rest
here
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
"
said
Raffles
,
making
a
grimace
.
"
I
do
n't
care
now
about
seeing
my
stepson
.
I
'd
rather
go
home
with
you
.
"
"
Your
stepson
,
if
Mr.
Rigg
Featherstone
was
he
,
is
here
no
longer
.
I
am
master
here
now
.
"
Raffles
opened
wide
eyes
,
and
gave
a
long
whistle
of
surprise
,
before
he
said
,
"
Well
then
,
I
've
no
objection
.
I
've
had
enough
walking
from
the
coach-road
.
I
never
was
much
of
a
walker
,
or
rider
either
.
What
I
like
is
a
smart
vehicle
and
a
spirited
cob
.
I
was
always
a
little
heavy
in
the
saddle
.
What
a
pleasant
surprise
it
must
be
to
you
to
see
me
,
old
fellow
!
"
he
continued
,
as
they
turned
towards
the
house
.
"
You
do
n't
say
so
;
but
you
never
took
your
luck
heartily
—
you
were
always
thinking
of
improving
the
occasion
—
you
'd
such
a
gift
for
improving
your
luck
.
"
Mr.
Raffles
seemed
greatly
to
enjoy
his
own
wit
,
and
swung
his
leg
in
a
swaggering
manner
which
was
rather
too
much
for
his
companion
's
judicious
patience
.
"
If
I
remember
rightly
,
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
observed
,
with
chill
anger
,
"
our
acquaintance
many
years
ago
had
not
the
sort
of
intimacy
which
you
are
now
assuming
,
Mr.
Raffles
.
Any
services
you
desire
of
me
will
be
the
more
readily
rendered
if
you
will
avoid
a
tone
of
familiarity
which
did
not
lie
in
our
former
intercourse
,
and
can
hardly
be
warranted
by
more
than
twenty
years
of
separation
.
"
"
You
do
n't
like
being
called
Nick
?
Why
,
I
always
called
you
Nick
in
my
heart
,
and
though
lost
to
sight
,
to
memory
dear
.
By
Jove
!
my
feelings
have
ripened
for
you
like
fine
old
cognac
.
I
hope
you
've
got
some
in
the
house
now
.
Josh
filled
my
flask
well
the
last
time
.
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
had
not
yet
fully
learned
that
even
the
desire
for
cognac
was
not
stronger
in
Raffles
than
the
desire
to
torment
,
and
that
a
hint
of
annoyance
always
served
him
as
a
fresh
cue
.
But
it
was
at
least
clear
that
further
objection
was
useless
,
and
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
in
giving
orders
to
the
housekeeper
for
the
accommodation
of
the
guest
,
had
a
resolute
air
of
quietude
.
There
was
the
comfort
of
thinking
that
this
housekeeper
had
been
in
the
service
of
Rigg
also
,
and
might
accept
the
idea
that
Mr.
Bulstrode
entertained
Raffles
merely
as
a
friend
of
her
former
master
.
When
there
was
food
and
drink
spread
before
his
visitor
in
the
wainscoted
parlor
,
and
no
witness
in
the
room
,
Mr.
Bulstrode
said
—
"
Your
habits
and
mine
are
so
different
,
Mr.
Raffles
,
that
we
can
hardly
enjoy
each
other
's
society
.
The
wisest
plan
for
both
of
us
will
therefore
be
to
part
as
soon
as
possible
.
Since
you
say
that
you
wished
to
meet
me
,
you
probably
considered
that
you
had
some
business
to
transact
with
me
.
But
under
the
circumstances
I
will
invite
you
to
remain
here
for
the
night
,
and
I
will
myself
ride
over
here
early
to-morrow
morning
—
before
breakfast
,
in
fact
—
when
I
can
receive
any
communication
you
have
to
make
to
me
.
"
"
With
all
my
heart
,
"
said
Raffles
;
"
this
is
a
comfortable
place
—
a
little
dull
for
a
continuance
;
but
I
can
put
up
with
it
for
a
night
,
with
this
good
liquor
and
the
prospect
of
seeing
you
again
in
the
morning
.
You
're
a
much
better
host
than
my
stepson
was
;
but
Josh
owed
me
a
bit
of
a
grudge
for
marrying
his
mother
;
and
between
you
and
me
there
was
never
anything
but
kindness
.
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
hoping
that
the
peculiar
mixture
of
joviality
and
sneering
in
Raffles
'
manner
was
a
good
deal
the
effect
of
drink
,
had
determined
to
wait
till
he
was
quite
sober
before
he
spent
more
words
upon
him
.
But
he
rode
home
with
a
terribly
lucid
vision
of
the
difficulty
there
would
be
in
arranging
any
result
that
could
be
permanently
counted
on
with
this
man
.
It
was
inevitable
that
he
should
wish
to
get
rid
of
John
Raffles
,
though
his
reappearance
could
not
be
regarded
as
lying
outside
the
divine
plan
.
The
spirit
of
evil
might
have
sent
him
to
threaten
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
subversion
as
an
instrument
of
good
;
but
the
threat
must
have
been
permitted
,
and
was
a
chastisement
of
a
new
kind
.
It
was
an
hour
of
anguish
for
him
very
different
from
the
hours
in
which
his
struggle
had
been
securely
private
,
and
which
had
ended
with
a
sense
that
his
secret
misdeeds
were
pardoned
and
his
services
accepted
.
Those
misdeeds
even
when
committed
—
had
they
not
been
half
sanctified
by
the
singleness
of
his
desire
to
devote
himself
and
all
he
possessed
to
the
furtherance
of
the
divine
scheme
?
And
was
he
after
all
to
become
a
mere
stone
of
stumbling
and
a
rock
of
offence
?
For
who
would
understand
the
work
within
him
?
Who
would
not
,
when
there
was
the
pretext
of
casting
disgrace
upon
him
,
confound
his
whole
life
and
the
truths
he
had
espoused
,
in
one
heap
of
obloquy
?
In
his
closest
meditations
the
life-long
habit
of
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
mind
clad
his
most
egoistic
terrors
in
doctrinal
references
to
superhuman
ends
.
But
even
while
we
are
talking
and
meditating
about
the
earth
's
orbit
and
the
solar
system
,
what
we
feel
and
adjust
our
movements
to
is
the
stable
earth
and
the
changing
day
.
And
now
within
all
the
automatic
succession
of
theoretic
phrases
—
distinct
and
inmost
as
the
shiver
and
the
ache
of
oncoming
fever
when
we
are
discussing
abstract
pain
,
was
the
forecast
of
disgrace
in
the
presence
of
his
neighbors
and
of
his
own
wife
.
For
the
pain
,
as
well
as
the
public
estimate
of
disgrace
,
depends
on
the
amount
of
previous
profession
.
To
men
who
only
aim
at
escaping
felony
,
nothing
short
of
the
prisoner
's
dock
is
disgrace
.
But
Mr.
Bulstrode
had
aimed
at
being
an
eminent
Christian
.
It
was
not
more
than
half-past
seven
in
the
morning
when
he
again
reached
Stone
Court
.
The
fine
old
place
never
looked
more
like
a
delightful
home
than
at
that
moment
;
the
great
white
lilies
were
in
flower
,
the
nasturtiums
,
their
pretty
leaves
all
silvered
with
dew
,
were
running
away
over
the
low
stone
wall
;
the
very
noises
all
around
had
a
heart
of
peace
within
them
.
But
everything
was
spoiled
for
the
owner
as
he
walked
on
the
gravel
in
front
and
awaited
the
descent
of
Mr.
Raffles
,
with
whom
he
was
condemned
to
breakfast
.
It
was
not
long
before
they
were
seated
together
in
the
wainscoted
parlor
over
their
tea
and
toast
,
which
was
as
much
as
Raffles
cared
to
take
at
that
early
hour
.
The
difference
between
his
morning
and
evening
self
was
not
so
great
as
his
companion
had
imagined
that
it
might
be
;
the
delight
in
tormenting
was
perhaps
even
the
stronger
because
his
spirits
were
rather
less
highly
pitched
.
Certainly
his
manners
seemed
more
disagreeable
by
the
morning
light
.
"
As
I
have
little
time
to
spare
,
Mr.
Raffles
,
"
said
the
banker
,
who
could
hardly
do
more
than
sip
his
tea
and
break
his
toast
without
eating
it
,
"
I
shall
be
obliged
if
you
will
mention
at
once
the
ground
on
which
you
wished
to
meet
with
me
.
I
presume
that
you
have
a
home
elsewhere
and
will
be
glad
to
return
to
it
.
"
"
Why
,
if
a
man
has
got
any
heart
,
does
n't
he
want
to
see
an
old
friend
,
Nick
?
—
I
must
call
you
Nick
—
we
always
did
call
you
young
Nick
when
we
knew
you
meant
to
marry
the
old
widow
.
Some
said
you
had
a
handsome
family
likeness
to
old
Nick
,
but
that
was
your
mother
's
fault
,
calling
you
Nicholas
.
Are
n't
you
glad
to
see
me
again
?
I
expected
an
invite
to
stay
with
you
at
some
pretty
place
.
My
own
establishment
is
broken
up
now
my
wife
's
dead
.
I
've
no
particular
attachment
to
any
spot
;
I
would
as
soon
settle
hereabout
as
anywhere
.
"
"
May
I
ask
why
you
returned
from
America
?
I
considered
that
the
strong
wish
you
expressed
to
go
there
,
when
an
adequate
sum
was
furnished
,
was
tantamount
to
an
engagement
that
you
would
remain
there
for
life
.
"
"
Never
knew
that
a
wish
to
go
to
a
place
was
the
same
thing
as
a
wish
to
stay
.
But
I
did
stay
a
matter
of
ten
years
;
it
did
n't
suit
me
to
stay
any
longer
.
And
I
'm
not
going
again
,
Nick
.
"
Here
Mr.
Raffles
winked
slowly
as
he
looked
at
Mr.
Bulstrode
.
"
Do
you
wish
to
be
settled
in
any
business
?
What
is
your
calling
now
?
"
"
Thank
you
,
my
calling
is
to
enjoy
myself
as
much
as
I
can
.
I
do
n't
care
about
working
any
more
.
If
I
did
anything
it
would
be
a
little
travelling
in
the
tobacco
line
—
or
something
of
that
sort
,
which
takes
a
man
into
agreeable
company
.
But
not
without
an
independence
to
fall
back
upon
.
That
's
what
I
want
:
I
'm
not
so
strong
as
I
was
,
Nick
,
though
I
've
got
more
colour
than
you
.
I
want
an
independence
.
"
"
That
could
be
supplied
to
you
,
if
you
would
engage
to
keep
at
a
distance
,
"
said
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
perhaps
with
a
little
too
much
eagerness
in
his
undertone
.
"
That
must
be
as
it
suits
my
convenience
,
"
said
Raffles
coolly
.
"
I
see
no
reason
why
I
should
n't
make
a
few
acquaintances
hereabout
.
I
'm
not
ashamed
of
myself
as
company
for
anybody
.
I
dropped
my
portmanteau
at
the
turnpike
when
I
got
down
—
change
of
linen
—
genuine
—
honour
bright
—
more
than
fronts
and
wristbands
;
and
with
this
suit
of
mourning
,
straps
and
everything
,
I
should
do
you
credit
among
the
nobs
here
.
"
Mr.
Raffles
had
pushed
away
his
chair
and
looked
down
at
himself
,
particularly
at
his
straps
.
His
chief
intention
was
to
annoy
Bulstrode
,
but
he
really
thought
that
his
appearance
now
would
produce
a
good
effect
,
and
that
he
was
not
only
handsome
and
witty
,
but
clad
in
a
mourning
style
which
implied
solid
connections
.
"
If
you
intend
to
rely
on
me
in
any
way
,
Mr.
Raffles
,
"
said
Bulstrode
,
after
a
moment
's
pause
,
"
you
will
expect
to
meet
my
wishes
.
"
"
Ah
,
to
be
sure
,
"
said
Raffles
,
with
a
mocking
cordiality
.
"
Did
n't
I
always
do
it
?
Lord
,
you
made
a
pretty
thing
out
of
me
,
and
I
got
but
little
.
I
've
often
thought
since
,
I
might
have
done
better
by
telling
the
old
woman
that
I
'd
found
her
daughter
and
her
grandchild
:
it
would
have
suited
my
feelings
better
;
I
've
got
a
soft
place
in
my
heart
.
But
you
've
buried
the
old
lady
by
this
time
,
I
suppose
—
it
's
all
one
to
her
now
.
And
you
've
got
your
fortune
out
of
that
profitable
business
which
had
such
a
blessing
on
it
.
You
've
taken
to
being
a
nob
,
buying
land
,
being
a
country
bashaw
.
Still
in
the
Dissenting
line
,
eh
?
Still
godly
?
Or
taken
to
the
Church
as
more
genteel
?
"
This
time
Mr.
Raffles
'
slow
wink
and
slight
protrusion
of
his
tongue
was
worse
than
a
nightmare
,
because
it
held
the
certitude
that
it
was
not
a
nightmare
,
but
a
waking
misery
.
Mr.
Bulstrode
felt
a
shuddering
nausea
,
and
did
not
speak
,
but
was
considering
diligently
whether
he
should
not
leave
Raffles
to
do
as
he
would
,
and
simply
defy
him
as
a
slanderer
.
The
man
would
soon
show
himself
disreputable
enough
to
make
people
disbelieve
him
.
"
But
not
when
he
tells
any
ugly-looking
truth
about
you
,
"
said
discerning
consciousness
.
And
again
:
it
seemed
no
wrong
to
keep
Raffles
at
a
distance
,
but
Mr.
Bulstrode
shrank
from
the
direct
falsehood
of
denying
true
statements
.
It
was
one
thing
to
look
back
on
forgiven
sins
,
nay
,
to
explain
questionable
conformity
to
lax
customs
,
and
another
to
enter
deliberately
on
the
necessity
of
falsehood
.
But
since
Bulstrode
did
not
speak
,
Raffles
ran
on
,
by
way
of
using
time
to
the
utmost
.
"
I
've
not
had
such
fine
luck
as
you
,
by
Jove
!
Things
went
confoundedly
with
me
in
New
York
;
those
Yankees
are
cool
hands
,
and
a
man
of
gentlemanly
feelings
has
no
chance
with
them
.
I
married
when
I
came
back
—
a
nice
woman
in
the
tobacco
trade
—
very
fond
of
me
—
but
the
trade
was
restricted
,
as
we
say
.
She
had
been
settled
there
a
good
many
years
by
a
friend
;
but
there
was
a
son
too
much
in
the
case
.
Josh
and
I
never
hit
it
off
.
However
,
I
made
the
most
of
the
position
,
and
I
've
always
taken
my
glass
in
good
company
.
It
's
been
all
on
the
square
with
me
;
I
'm
as
open
as
the
day
.
You
wo
n't
take
it
ill
of
me
that
I
did
n't
look
you
up
before
.
I
've
got
a
complaint
that
makes
me
a
little
dilatory
.
I
thought
you
were
trading
and
praying
away
in
London
still
,
and
did
n't
find
you
there
.
But
you
see
I
was
sent
to
you
,
Nick
—
perhaps
for
a
blessing
to
both
of
us
.
"
Mr.
Raffles
ended
with
a
jocose
snuffle
:
no
man
felt
his
intellect
more
superior
to
religious
cant
.
And
if
the
cunning
which
calculates
on
the
meanest
feelings
in
men
could
be
called
intellect
,
he
had
his
share
,
for
under
the
blurting
rallying
tone
with
which
he
spoke
to
Bulstrode
,
there
was
an
evident
selection
of
statements
,
as
if
they
had
been
so
many
moves
at
chess
.
Meanwhile
Bulstrode
had
determined
on
his
move
,
and
he
said
,
with
gathered
resolution
—
"
You
will
do
well
to
reflect
,
Mr.
Raffles
,
that
it
is
possible
for
a
man
to
overreach
himself
in
the
effort
to
secure
undue
advantage
.
Although
I
am
not
in
any
way
bound
to
you
,
I
am
willing
to
supply
you
with
a
regular
annuity
—
in
quarterly
payments
—
so
long
as
you
fulfil
a
promise
to
remain
at
a
distance
from
this
neighborhood
.
It
is
in
your
power
to
choose
.
If
you
insist
on
remaining
here
,
even
for
a
short
time
,
you
will
get
nothing
from
me
.
I
shall
decline
to
know
you
.
"
"
Ha
,
ha
!
"
said
Raffles
,
with
an
affected
explosion
,
"
that
reminds
me
of
a
droll
dog
of
a
thief
who
declined
to
know
the
constable
.
"
"
Your
allusions
are
lost
on
me
sir
,
"
said
Bulstrode
,
with
white
heat
;
"
the
law
has
no
hold
on
me
either
through
your
agency
or
any
other
.
"
"
You
ca
n't
understand
a
joke
,
my
good
fellow
.
I
only
meant
that
I
should
never
decline
to
know
you
.
But
let
us
be
serious
.
Your
quarterly
payment
wo
n't
quite
suit
me
.
I
like
my
freedom
.
"
Here
Raffles
rose
and
stalked
once
or
twice
up
and
down
the
room
,
swinging
his
leg
,
and
assuming
an
air
of
masterly
meditation
.
At
last
he
stopped
opposite
Bulstrode
,
and
said
,
"
I
'll
tell
you
what
!
Give
us
a
couple
of
hundreds
—
come
,
that
's
modest
—
and
I
'll
go
away
—
honour
bright
!
—
pick
up
my
portmanteau
and
go
away
.
But
I
shall
not
give
up
my
liberty
for
a
dirty
annuity
.
I
shall
come
and
go
where
I
like
.
Perhaps
it
may
suit
me
to
stay
away
,
and
correspond
with
a
friend
;
perhaps
not
.
Have
you
the
money
with
you
?
"
"
No
,
I
have
one
hundred
,
"
said
Bulstrode
,
feeling
the
immediate
riddance
too
great
a
relief
to
be
rejected
on
the
ground
of
future
uncertainties
.
"
I
will
forward
you
the
other
if
you
will
mention
an
address
.
"
"
No
,
I
'll
wait
here
till
you
bring
it
,
"
said
Raffles
.
"
I
'll
take
a
stroll
and
have
a
snack
,
and
you
'll
be
back
by
that
time
.
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
sickly
body
,
shattered
by
the
agitations
he
had
gone
through
since
the
last
evening
,
made
him
feel
abjectly
in
the
power
of
this
loud
invulnerable
man
.
At
that
moment
he
snatched
at
a
temporary
repose
to
be
won
on
any
terms
.
He
was
rising
to
do
what
Raffles
suggested
,
when
the
latter
said
,
lifting
up
his
finger
as
if
with
a
sudden
recollection
—
"
I
did
have
another
look
after
Sarah
again
,
though
I
did
n't
tell
you
;
I
'd
a
tender
conscience
about
that
pretty
young
woman
.
I
did
n't
find
her
,
but
I
found
out
her
husband
's
name
,
and
I
made
a
note
of
it
.
But
hang
it
,
I
lost
my
pocketbook
.
However
,
if
I
heard
it
,
I
should
know
it
again
.
I
've
got
my
faculties
as
if
I
was
in
my
prime
,
but
names
wear
out
,
by
Jove
!
Sometimes
I
'm
no
better
than
a
confounded
tax-paper
before
the
names
are
filled
in
.
However
,
if
I
hear
of
her
and
her
family
,
you
shall
know
,
Nick
.
You
'd
like
to
do
something
for
her
,
now
she
's
your
step-daughter
.
"
"
Doubtless
,
"
said
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
with
the
usual
steady
look
of
his
light-gray
eyes
;
"
though
that
might
reduce
my
power
of
assisting
you
.
"
As
he
walked
out
of
the
room
,
Raffles
winked
slowly
at
his
back
,
and
then
turned
towards
the
window
to
watch
the
banker
riding
away
—
virtually
at
his
command
.
His
lips
first
curled
with
a
smile
and
then
opened
with
a
short
triumphant
laugh
.
"
But
what
the
deuce
was
the
name
?
"
he
presently
said
,
half
aloud
,
scratching
his
head
,
and
wrinkling
his
brows
horizontally
.
He
had
not
really
cared
or
thought
about
this
point
of
forgetfulness
until
it
occurred
to
him
in
his
invention
of
annoyances
for
Bulstrode
.
"
It
began
with
L
;
it
was
almost
all
l
's
I
fancy
,
"
he
went
on
,
with
a
sense
that
he
was
getting
hold
of
the
slippery
name
.
But
the
hold
was
too
slight
,
and
he
soon
got
tired
of
this
mental
chase
;
for
few
men
were
more
impatient
of
private
occupation
or
more
in
need
of
making
themselves
continually
heard
than
Mr.
Raffles
.
He
preferred
using
his
time
in
pleasant
conversation
with
the
bailiff
and
the
housekeeper
,
from
whom
he
gathered
as
much
as
he
wanted
to
know
about
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
position
in
Middlemarch
.
After
all
,
however
,
there
was
a
dull
space
of
time
which
needed
relieving
with
bread
and
cheese
and
ale
,
and
when
he
was
seated
alone
with
these
resources
in
the
wainscoted
parlor
,
he
suddenly
slapped
his
knee
,
and
exclaimed
,
"
Ladislaw
!
"
That
action
of
memory
which
he
had
tried
to
set
going
,
and
had
abandoned
in
despair
,
had
suddenly
completed
itself
without
conscious
effort
—
a
common
experience
,
agreeable
as
a
completed
sneeze
,
even
if
the
name
remembered
is
of
no
value
.
Raffles
immediately
took
out
his
pocket-book
,
and
wrote
down
the
name
,
not
because
he
expected
to
use
it
,
but
merely
for
the
sake
of
not
being
at
a
loss
if
he
ever
did
happen
to
want
it
.
He
was
not
going
to
tell
Bulstrode
:
there
was
no
actual
good
in
telling
,
and
to
a
mind
like
that
of
Mr.
Raffles
there
is
always
probable
good
in
a
secret
.
He
was
satisfied
with
his
present
success
,
and
by
three
o'clock
that
day
he
had
taken
up
his
portmanteau
at
the
turnpike
and
mounted
the
coach
,
relieving
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
eyes
of
an
ugly
black
spot
on
the
landscape
at
Stone
Court
,
but
not
relieving
him
of
the
dread
that
the
black
spot
might
reappear
and
become
inseparable
even
from
the
vision
of
his
hearth
.
BOOK
VI
.
THE
WIDOW
AND
THE
WIFE
.
CHAPTER
LIV
.
"
Negli
occhi
porta
la
mia
donna
Amore
;
Per
che
si
fa
gentil
ci�
ch'ella
mira
:
Ov'ella
passa
,
ogni
uom
ver
lei
si
gira
,
E
cui
saluta
fa
tremar
lo
core
.
Sicch�
,
bassando
il
viso
,
tutto
smore
,
E
d'ogni
suo
difetto
allor
sospira
:
Fuggon
dinanzi
a
lei
Superbia
ed
Ira
:
Aiutatemi
,
donne
,
a
farle
onore
.
Ogni
dolcezza
,
ogni
pensiero
umile
Nasce
nel
core
a
chi
parlar
la
sente
;
Ond'�
beato
chi
prima
la
vide
.
Quel
ch'ella
par
quand
'
un
poco
sorride
,
Non
si
pu�
dicer
,
n�
tener
a
mente
,
Si
�
nuovo
miracolo
gentile
.
"
—
DANTE
:
la
Vita
Nuova
.
By
that
delightful
morning
when
the
hay-ricks
at
Stone
Court
were
scenting
the
air
quite
impartially
,
as
if
Mr.
Raffles
had
been
a
guest
worthy
of
finest
incense
,
Dorothea
had
again
taken
up
her
abode
at
Lowick
Manor
.
After
three
months
Freshitt
had
become
rather
oppressive
:
to
sit
like
a
model
for
Saint
Catherine
looking
rapturously
at
Celia
's
baby
would
not
do
for
many
hours
in
the
day
,
and
to
remain
in
that
momentous
babe
's
presence
with
persistent
disregard
was
a
course
that
could
not
have
been
tolerated
in
a
childless
sister
.
Dorothea
would
have
been
capable
of
carrying
baby
joyfully
for
a
mile
if
there
had
been
need
,
and
of
loving
it
the
more
tenderly
for
that
labour
;
but
to
an
aunt
who
does
not
recognize
her
infant
nephew
as
Bouddha
,
and
has
nothing
to
do
for
him
but
to
admire
,
his
behavior
is
apt
to
appear
monotonous
,
and
the
interest
of
watching
him
exhaustible
.
This
possibility
was
quite
hidden
from
Celia
,
who
felt
that
Dorothea
's
childless
widowhood
fell
in
quite
prettily
with
the
birth
of
little
Arthur
(
baby
was
named
after
Mr.
Brooke
)
.
"
Dodo
is
just
the
creature
not
to
mind
about
having
anything
of
her
own
—
children
or
anything
!
"
said
Celia
to
her
husband
.
"
And
if
she
had
had
a
baby
,
it
never
could
have
been
such
a
dear
as
Arthur
.
Could
it
,
James
?
"
Not
if
it
had
been
like
Casaubon
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
conscious
of
some
indirectness
in
his
answer
,
and
of
holding
a
strictly
private
opinion
as
to
the
perfections
of
his
first-born
.
"
No
!
just
imagine
!
Really
it
was
a
mercy
,
"
said
Celia
;
"
and
I
think
it
is
very
nice
for
Dodo
to
be
a
widow
.
She
can
be
just
as
fond
of
our
baby
as
if
it
were
her
own
,
and
she
can
have
as
many
notions
of
her
own
as
she
likes
.
"
"
It
is
a
pity
she
was
not
a
queen
,
"
said
the
devout
Sir
James
.
"
But
what
should
we
have
been
then
?
We
must
have
been
something
else
,
"
said
Celia
,
objecting
to
so
labourious
a
flight
of
imagination
.
"
I
like
her
better
as
she
is
.
"
Hence
,
when
she
found
that
Dorothea
was
making
arrangements
for
her
final
departure
to
Lowick
,
Celia
raised
her
eyebrows
with
disappointment
,
and
in
her
quiet
unemphatic
way
shot
a
needle-arrow
of
sarcasm
.
"
What
will
you
do
at
Lowick
,
Dodo
?
You
say
yourself
there
is
nothing
to
be
done
there
:
everybody
is
so
clean
and
well
off
,
it
makes
you
quite
melancholy
.
And
here
you
have
been
so
happy
going
all
about
Tipton
with
Mr.
Garth
into
the
worst
backyards
.
And
now
uncle
is
abroad
,
you
and
Mr.
Garth
can
have
it
all
your
own
way
;
and
I
am
sure
James
does
everything
you
tell
him
.
"
"
I
shall
often
come
here
,
and
I
shall
see
how
baby
grows
all
the
better
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
But
you
will
never
see
him
washed
,
"
said
Celia
;
"
and
that
is
quite
the
best
part
of
the
day
.
"
She
was
almost
pouting
:
it
did
seem
to
her
very
hard
in
Dodo
to
go
away
from
the
baby
when
she
might
stay
.
"
Dear
Kitty
,
I
will
come
and
stay
all
night
on
purpose
,
"
said
Dorothea
;
"
but
I
want
to
be
alone
now
,
and
in
my
own
home
.
I
wish
to
know
the
Farebrothers
better
,
and
to
talk
to
Mr.
Farebrother
about
what
there
is
to
be
done
in
Middlemarch
.
"
Dorothea
's
native
strength
of
will
was
no
longer
all
converted
into
resolute
submission
.
She
had
a
great
yearning
to
be
at
Lowick
,
and
was
simply
determined
to
go
,
not
feeling
bound
to
tell
all
her
reasons
.
But
every
one
around
her
disapproved
.
Sir
James
was
much
pained
,
and
offered
that
they
should
all
migrate
to
Cheltenham
for
a
few
months
with
the
sacred
ark
,
otherwise
called
a
cradle
:
at
that
period
a
man
could
hardly
know
what
to
propose
if
Cheltenham
were
rejected
.
The
Dowager
Lady
Chettam
,
just
returned
from
a
visit
to
her
daughter
in
town
,
wished
,
at
least
,
that
Mrs.
Vigo
should
be
written
to
,
and
invited
to
accept
the
office
of
companion
to
Mrs.
Casaubon
:
it
was
not
credible
that
Dorothea
as
a
young
widow
would
think
of
living
alone
in
the
house
at
Lowick
.
Mrs.
Vigo
had
been
reader
and
secretary
to
royal
personages
,
and
in
point
of
knowledge
and
sentiments
even
Dorothea
could
have
nothing
to
object
to
her
.
Mrs.
Cadwallader
said
,
privately
,
"
You
will
certainly
go
mad
in
that
house
alone
,
my
dear
.
You
will
see
visions
.
We
have
all
got
to
exert
ourselves
a
little
to
keep
sane
,
and
call
things
by
the
same
names
as
other
people
call
them
by
.
To
be
sure
,
for
younger
sons
and
women
who
have
no
money
,
it
is
a
sort
of
provision
to
go
mad
:
they
are
taken
care
of
then
.
But
you
must
not
run
into
that
.
I
dare
say
you
are
a
little
bored
here
with
our
good
dowager
;
but
think
what
a
bore
you
might
become
yourself
to
your
fellow-creatures
if
you
were
always
playing
tragedy
queen
and
taking
things
sublimely
.
Sitting
alone
in
that
library
at
Lowick
you
may
fancy
yourself
ruling
the
weather
;
you
must
get
a
few
people
round
you
who
would
n't
believe
you
if
you
told
them
.
That
is
a
good
lowering
medicine
.
"
"
I
never
called
everything
by
the
same
name
that
all
the
people
about
me
did
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
stoutly
.
"
But
I
suppose
you
have
found
out
your
mistake
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
"
and
that
is
a
proof
of
sanity
.
"
Dorothea
was
aware
of
the
sting
,
but
it
did
not
hurt
her
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
still
think
that
the
greater
part
of
the
world
is
mistaken
about
many
things
.
Surely
one
may
be
sane
and
yet
think
so
,
since
the
greater
part
of
the
world
has
often
had
to
come
round
from
its
opinion
.
"
Mrs.
Cadwallader
said
no
more
on
that
point
to
Dorothea
,
but
to
her
husband
she
remarked
,
"
It
will
be
well
for
her
to
marry
again
as
soon
as
it
is
proper
,
if
one
could
get
her
among
the
right
people
.
Of
course
the
Chettams
would
not
wish
it
.
But
I
see
clearly
a
husband
is
the
best
thing
to
keep
her
in
order
.
If
we
were
not
so
poor
I
would
invite
Lord
Triton
.
He
will
be
marquis
some
day
,
and
there
is
no
denying
that
she
would
make
a
good
marchioness
:
she
looks
handsomer
than
ever
in
her
mourning
.
"
"
My
dear
Elinor
,
do
let
the
poor
woman
alone
.
Such
contrivances
are
of
no
use
,
"
said
the
easy
Rector
.
"
No
use
?
How
are
matches
made
,
except
by
bringing
men
and
women
together
?
And
it
is
a
shame
that
her
uncle
should
have
run
away
and
shut
up
the
Grange
just
now
.
There
ought
to
be
plenty
of
eligible
matches
invited
to
Freshitt
and
the
Grange
.
Lord
Triton
is
precisely
the
man
:
full
of
plans
for
making
the
people
happy
in
a
soft-headed
sort
of
way
.
That
would
just
suit
Mrs.
Casaubon
.
"
"
Let
Mrs.
Casaubon
choose
for
herself
,
Elinor
.
"
"
That
is
the
nonsense
you
wise
men
talk
!
How
can
she
choose
if
she
has
no
variety
to
choose
from
?
A
woman
's
choice
usually
means
taking
the
only
man
she
can
get
.
Mark
my
words
,
Humphrey
.
If
her
friends
do
n't
exert
themselves
,
there
will
be
a
worse
business
than
the
Casaubon
business
yet
.
"
"
For
heaven
's
sake
do
n't
touch
on
that
topic
,
Elinor
!
It
is
a
very
sore
point
with
Sir
James
.
He
would
be
deeply
offended
if
you
entered
on
it
to
him
unnecessarily
.
"
"
I
have
never
entered
on
it
,
"
said
Mrs
Cadwallader
,
opening
her
hands
.
"
Celia
told
me
all
about
the
will
at
the
beginning
,
without
any
asking
of
mine
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
;
but
they
want
the
thing
hushed
up
,
and
I
understand
that
the
young
fellow
is
going
out
of
the
neighborhood
.
"
Mrs.
Cadwallader
said
nothing
,
but
gave
her
husband
three
significant
nods
,
with
a
very
sarcastic
expression
in
her
dark
eyes
.
Dorothea
quietly
persisted
in
spite
of
remonstrance
and
persuasion
.
So
by
the
end
of
June
the
shutters
were
all
opened
at
Lowick
Manor
,
and
the
morning
gazed
calmly
into
the
library
,
shining
on
the
rows
of
note-books
as
it
shines
on
the
weary
waste
planted
with
huge
stones
,
the
mute
memorial
of
a
forgotten
faith
;
and
the
evening
laden
with
roses
entered
silently
into
the
blue-green
boudoir
where
Dorothea
chose
oftenest
to
sit
.
At
first
she
walked
into
every
room
,
questioning
the
eighteen
months
of
her
married
life
,
and
carrying
on
her
thoughts
as
if
they
were
a
speech
to
be
heard
by
her
husband
.
Then
,
she
lingered
in
the
library
and
could
not
be
at
rest
till
she
had
carefully
ranged
all
the
note-books
as
she
imagined
that
he
would
wish
to
see
them
,
in
orderly
sequence
.
The
pity
which
had
been
the
restraining
compelling
motive
in
her
life
with
him
still
clung
about
his
image
,
even
while
she
remonstrated
with
him
in
indignant
thought
and
told
him
that
he
was
unjust
.
One
little
act
of
hers
may
perhaps
be
smiled
at
as
superstitious
.
The
Synoptical
Tabulation
for
the
use
of
Mrs.
Casaubon
,
she
carefully
enclosed
and
sealed
,
writing
within
the
envelope
,
"
I
could
not
use
it
.
Do
you
not
see
now
that
I
could
not
submit
my
soul
to
yours
,
by
working
hopelessly
at
what
I
have
no
belief
in
—
Dorothea
?
"
Then
she
deposited
the
paper
in
her
own
desk
.
That
silent
colloquy
was
perhaps
only
the
more
earnest
because
underneath
and
through
it
all
there
was
always
the
deep
longing
which
had
really
determined
her
to
come
to
Lowick
.
The
longing
was
to
see
Will
Ladislaw
.
She
did
not
know
any
good
that
could
come
of
their
meeting
:
she
was
helpless
;
her
hands
had
been
tied
from
making
up
to
him
for
any
unfairness
in
his
lot
.
But
her
soul
thirsted
to
see
him
.
How
could
it
be
otherwise
?
If
a
princess
in
the
days
of
enchantment
had
seen
a
four-footed
creature
from
among
those
which
live
in
herds
come
to
her
once
and
again
with
a
human
gaze
which
rested
upon
her
with
choice
and
beseeching
,
what
would
she
think
of
in
her
journeying
,
what
would
she
look
for
when
the
herds
passed
her
?
Surely
for
the
gaze
which
had
found
her
,
and
which
she
would
know
again
.
Life
would
be
no
better
than
candle-light
tinsel
and
daylight
rubbish
if
our
spirits
were
not
touched
by
what
has
been
,
to
issues
of
longing
and
constancy
.
It
was
true
that
Dorothea
wanted
to
know
the
Farebrothers
better
,
and
especially
to
talk
to
the
new
rector
,
but
also
true
that
remembering
what
Lydgate
had
told
her
about
Will
Ladislaw
and
little
Miss
Noble
,
she
counted
on
Will
's
coming
to
Lowick
to
see
the
Farebrother
family
.
The
very
first
Sunday
,
before
she
entered
the
church
,
she
saw
him
as
she
had
seen
him
the
last
time
she
was
there
,
alone
in
the
clergyman
's
pew
;
but
when
she
entered
his
figure
was
gone
.
In
the
week-days
when
she
went
to
see
the
ladies
at
the
Rectory
,
she
listened
in
vain
for
some
word
that
they
might
let
fall
about
Will
;
but
it
seemed
to
her
that
Mrs.
Farebrother
talked
of
every
one
else
in
the
neighborhood
and
out
of
it
.
"
Probably
some
of
Mr.
Farebrother
's
Middlemarch
hearers
may
follow
him
to
Lowick
sometimes
.
Do
you
not
think
so
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
rather
despising
herself
for
having
a
secret
motive
in
asking
the
question
.
"
If
they
are
wise
they
will
,
Mrs.
Casaubon
,
"
said
the
old
lady
.
"
I
see
that
you
set
a
right
value
on
my
son
's
preaching
.
His
grandfather
on
my
side
was
an
excellent
clergyman
,
but
his
father
was
in
the
law
:
—
most
exemplary
and
honest
nevertheless
,
which
is
a
reason
for
our
never
being
rich
.
They
say
Fortune
is
a
woman
and
capricious
.
But
sometimes
she
is
a
good
woman
and
gives
to
those
who
merit
,
which
has
been
the
case
with
you
,
Mrs.
Casaubon
,
who
have
given
a
living
to
my
son
.
"
Mrs.
Farebrother
recurred
to
her
knitting
with
a
dignified
satisfaction
in
her
neat
little
effort
at
oratory
,
but
this
was
not
what
Dorothea
wanted
to
hear
.
Poor
thing
!
she
did
not
even
know
whether
Will
Ladislaw
was
still
at
Middlemarch
,
and
there
was
no
one
whom
she
dared
to
ask
,
unless
it
were
Lydgate
.
But
just
now
she
could
not
see
Lydgate
without
sending
for
him
or
going
to
seek
him
.
Perhaps
Will
Ladislaw
,
having
heard
of
that
strange
ban
against
him
left
by
Mr.
Casaubon
,
had
felt
it
better
that
he
and
she
should
not
meet
again
,
and
perhaps
she
was
wrong
to
wish
for
a
meeting
that
others
might
find
many
good
reasons
against
.
Still
"
I
do
wish
it
"
came
at
the
end
of
those
wise
reflections
as
naturally
as
a
sob
after
holding
the
breath
.
And
the
meeting
did
happen
,
but
in
a
formal
way
quite
unexpected
by
her
.
One
morning
,
about
eleven
,
Dorothea
was
seated
in
her
boudoir
with
a
map
of
the
land
attached
to
the
manor
and
other
papers
before
her
,
which
were
to
help
her
in
making
an
exact
statement
for
herself
of
her
income
and
affairs
.
She
had
not
yet
applied
herself
to
her
work
,
but
was
seated
with
her
hands
folded
on
her
lap
,
looking
out
along
the
avenue
of
limes
to
the
distant
fields
.
Every
leaf
was
at
rest
in
the
sunshine
,
the
familiar
scene
was
changeless
,
and
seemed
to
represent
the
prospect
of
her
life
,
full
of
motiveless
ease
—
motiveless
,
if
her
own
energy
could
not
seek
out
reasons
for
ardent
action
.
The
widow
's
cap
of
those
times
made
an
oval
frame
for
the
face
,
and
had
a
crown
standing
up
;
the
dress
was
an
experiment
in
the
utmost
laying
on
of
crape
;
but
this
heavy
solemnity
of
clothing
made
her
face
look
all
the
younger
,
with
its
recovered
bloom
,
and
the
sweet
,
inquiring
candor
of
her
eyes
.
Her
reverie
was
broken
by
Tantripp
,
who
came
to
say
that
Mr.
Ladislaw
was
below
,
and
begged
permission
to
see
Madam
if
it
were
not
too
early
.
"
I
will
see
him
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
rising
immediately
.
"
Let
him
be
shown
into
the
drawing-room
.
"
The
drawing-room
was
the
most
neutral
room
in
the
house
to
her
—
the
one
least
associated
with
the
trials
of
her
married
life
:
the
damask
matched
the
wood-work
,
which
was
all
white
and
gold
;
there
were
two
tall
mirrors
and
tables
with
nothing
on
them
—
in
brief
,
it
was
a
room
where
you
had
no
reason
for
sitting
in
one
place
rather
than
in
another
.
It
was
below
the
boudoir
,
and
had
also
a
bow-window
looking
out
on
the
avenue
.
But
when
Pratt
showed
Will
Ladislaw
into
it
the
window
was
open
;
and
a
winged
visitor
,
buzzing
in
and
out
now
and
then
without
minding
the
furniture
,
made
the
room
look
less
formal
and
uninhabited
.
"
Glad
to
see
you
here
again
,
sir
,
"
said
Pratt
,
lingering
to
adjust
a
blind
.
"
I
am
only
come
to
say
good-by
,
Pratt
,
"
said
Will
,
who
wished
even
the
butler
to
know
that
he
was
too
proud
to
hang
about
Mrs.
Casaubon
now
she
was
a
rich
widow
.
"
Very
sorry
to
hear
it
,
sir
,
"
said
Pratt
,
retiring
.
Of
course
,
as
a
servant
who
was
to
be
told
nothing
,
he
knew
the
fact
of
which
Ladislaw
was
still
ignorant
,
and
had
drawn
his
inferences
;
indeed
,
had
not
differed
from
his
betrothed
Tantripp
when
she
said
,
"
Your
master
was
as
jealous
as
a
fiend
—
and
no
reason
.
Madam
would
look
higher
than
Mr.
Ladislaw
,
else
I
do
n't
know
her
.
Mrs.
Cadwallader
's
maid
says
there
's
a
lord
coming
who
is
to
marry
her
when
the
mourning
's
over
.
"
There
were
not
many
moments
for
Will
to
walk
about
with
his
hat
in
his
hand
before
Dorothea
entered
.
The
meeting
was
very
different
from
that
first
meeting
in
Rome
when
Will
had
been
embarrassed
and
Dorothea
calm
.
This
time
he
felt
miserable
but
determined
,
while
she
was
in
a
state
of
agitation
which
could
not
be
hidden
.
Just
outside
the
door
she
had
felt
that
this
longed-for
meeting
was
after
all
too
difficult
,
and
when
she
saw
Will
advancing
towards
her
,
the
deep
blush
which
was
rare
in
her
came
with
painful
suddenness
.
Neither
of
them
knew
how
it
was
,
but
neither
of
them
spoke
.
She
gave
her
hand
for
a
moment
,
and
then
they
went
to
sit
