.When
Dorothea
quitted
Caleb
and
turned
to
meet
them
,
it
appeared
that
Mrs.
Cadwallader
had
stepped
across
the
park
by
the
merest
chance
in
the
world
,
just
to
chat
with
Celia
in
a
matronly
way
about
the
baby
.
And
so
Mr.
Brooke
was
coming
back
?
Delightful
!
—
coming
back
,
it
was
to
be
hoped
,
quite
cured
of
Parliamentary
fever
and
pioneering
.
Apropos
of
the
"
Pioneer
"
—
somebody
had
prophesied
that
it
would
soon
be
like
a
dying
dolphin
,
and
turn
all
colours
for
want
of
knowing
how
to
help
itself
,
because
Mr.
Brooke
's
protege
,
the
brilliant
young
Ladislaw
,
was
gone
or
going
.
Had
Sir
James
heard
that
?
The
three
were
walking
along
the
gravel
slowly
,
and
Sir
James
,
turning
aside
to
whip
a
shrub
,
said
he
had
heard
something
of
that
sort
.
"
All
false
!
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
.
"
He
is
not
gone
,
or
going
,
apparently
;
the
'
Pioneer
'
keeps
its
colour
,
and
Mr.
Orlando
Ladislaw
is
making
a
sad
dark-blue
scandal
by
warbling
continually
with
your
Mr.
Lydgate
's
wife
,
who
they
tell
me
is
as
pretty
as
pretty
can
be
.
It
seems
nobody
ever
goes
into
the
house
without
finding
this
young
gentleman
lying
on
the
rug
or
warbling
at
the
piano
.
But
the
people
in
manufacturing
towns
are
always
disreputable
.
"
"
You
began
by
saying
that
one
report
was
false
,
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
and
I
believe
this
is
false
too
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
indignant
energy
;
"
at
least
,
I
feel
sure
it
is
a
misrepresentation
.
I
will
not
hear
any
evil
spoken
of
Mr.
Ladislaw
;
he
has
already
suffered
too
much
injustice
.
"
Dorothea
when
thoroughly
moved
cared
little
what
any
one
thought
of
her
feelings
;
and
even
if
she
had
been
able
to
reflect
,
she
would
have
held
it
petty
to
keep
silence
at
injurious
words
about
Will
from
fear
of
being
herself
misunderstood
.
Her
face
was
flushed
and
her
lip
trembled
.
Sir
James
,
glancing
at
her
,
repented
of
his
stratagem
;
but
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
equal
to
all
occasions
,
spread
the
palms
of
her
hands
outward
and
said
—
"
Heaven
grant
it
,
my
dear
!
—
I
mean
that
all
bad
tales
about
anybody
may
be
false
.
But
it
is
a
pity
that
young
Lydgate
should
have
married
one
of
these
Middlemarch
girls
.
Considering
he
's
a
son
of
somebody
,
he
might
have
got
a
woman
with
good
blood
in
her
veins
,
and
not
too
young
,
who
would
have
put
up
with
his
profession
.
There
's
Clara
Harfager
,
for
instance
,
whose
friends
do
n't
know
what
to
do
with
her
;
and
she
has
a
portion
.
Then
we
might
have
had
her
among
us
.
However
!
—
it
's
no
use
being
wise
for
other
people
.
Where
is
Celia
?
Pray
let
us
go
in
.
"
"
I
am
going
on
immediately
to
Tipton
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
rather
haughtily
.
"
Good-by
.
"
Sir
James
could
say
nothing
as
he
accompanied
her
to
the
carriage
.
He
was
altogether
discontented
with
the
result
of
a
contrivance
which
had
cost
him
some
secret
humiliation
beforehand
.
Dorothea
drove
along
between
the
berried
hedgerows
and
the
shorn
corn-fields
,
not
seeing
or
hearing
anything
around
.
The
tears
came
and
rolled
down
her
cheeks
,
but
she
did
not
know
it
.
The
world
,
it
seemed
,
was
turning
ugly
and
hateful
,
and
there
was
no
place
for
her
trustfulness
.
"
It
is
not
true
—
it
is
not
true
!
"
was
the
voice
within
her
that
she
listened
to
;
but
all
the
while
a
remembrance
to
which
there
had
always
clung
a
vague
uneasiness
would
thrust
itself
on
her
attention
—
the
remembrance
of
that
day
when
she
had
found
Will
Ladislaw
with
Mrs.
Lydgate
,
and
had
heard
his
voice
accompanied
by
the
piano
.
"
He
said
he
would
never
do
anything
that
I
disapproved
—
I
wish
I
could
have
told
him
that
I
disapproved
of
that
,
"
said
poor
Dorothea
,
inwardly
,
feeling
a
strange
alternation
between
anger
with
Will
and
the
passionate
defence
of
him
.
"
They
all
try
to
blacken
him
before
me
;
but
I
will
care
for
no
pain
,
if
he
is
not
to
blame
.
I
always
believed
he
was
good
.
"
—
These
were
her
last
thoughts
before
she
felt
that
the
carriage
was
passing
under
the
archway
of
the
lodge-gate
at
the
Grange
,
when
she
hurriedly
pressed
her
handkerchief
to
her
face
and
began
to
think
of
her
errands
.
The
coachman
begged
leave
to
take
out
the
horses
for
half
an
hour
as
there
was
something
wrong
with
a
shoe
;
and
Dorothea
,
having
the
sense
that
she
was
going
to
rest
,
took
off
her
gloves
and
bonnet
,
while
she
was
leaning
against
a
statue
in
the
entrance-hall
,
and
talking
to
the
housekeeper
.
At
last
she
said
—
"
I
must
stay
here
a
little
,
Mrs.
Kell
.
I
will
go
into
the
library
and
write
you
some
memoranda
from
my
uncle
's
letter
,
if
you
will
open
the
shutters
for
me
.
"
"
The
shutters
are
open
,
madam
,
"
said
Mrs.
Kell
,
following
Dorothea
,
who
had
walked
along
as
she
spoke
.
"
Mr.
Ladislaw
is
there
,
looking
for
something
.
"
(
Will
had
come
to
fetch
a
portfolio
of
his
own
sketches
which
he
had
missed
in
the
act
of
packing
his
movables
,
and
did
not
choose
to
leave
behind
.
)
Dorothea
's
heart
seemed
to
turn
over
as
if
it
had
had
a
blow
,
but
she
was
not
perceptibly
checked
:
in
truth
,
the
sense
that
Will
was
there
was
for
the
moment
all-satisfying
to
her
,
like
the
sight
of
something
precious
that
one
has
lost
.
When
she
reached
the
door
she
said
to
Mrs.
Kell
—
"
Go
in
first
,
and
tell
him
that
I
am
here
.
"
Will
had
found
his
portfolio
,
and
had
laid
it
on
the
table
at
the
far
end
of
the
room
,
to
turn
over
the
sketches
and
please
himself
by
looking
at
the
memorable
piece
of
art
which
had
a
relation
to
nature
too
mysterious
for
Dorothea
.
He
was
smiling
at
it
still
,
and
shaking
the
sketches
into
order
with
the
thought
that
he
might
find
a
letter
from
her
awaiting
him
at
Middlemarch
,
when
Mrs.
Kell
close
to
his
elbow
said
—
"
Mrs.
Casaubon
is
coming
in
,
sir
.
"
Will
turned
round
quickly
,
and
the
next
moment
Dorothea
was
entering
.
As
Mrs.
Kell
closed
the
door
behind
her
they
met
:
each
was
looking
at
the
other
,
and
consciousness
was
overflowed
by
something
that
suppressed
utterance
.
It
was
not
confusion
that
kept
them
silent
,
for
they
both
felt
that
parting
was
near
,
and
there
is
no
shamefacedness
in
a
sad
parting
.
She
moved
automatically
towards
her
uncle
's
chair
against
the
writing-table
,
and
Will
,
after
drawing
it
out
a
little
for
her
,
went
a
few
paces
off
and
stood
opposite
to
her
.
"
Pray
sit
down
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
crossing
her
hands
on
her
lap
;
"
I
am
very
glad
you
were
here
.
"
Will
thought
that
her
face
looked
just
as
it
did
when
she
first
shook
hands
with
him
in
Rome
;
for
her
widow
's
cap
,
fixed
in
her
bonnet
,
had
gone
off
with
it
,
and
he
could
see
that
she
had
lately
been
shedding
tears
.
But
the
mixture
of
anger
in
her
agitation
had
vanished
at
the
sight
of
him
;
she
had
been
used
,
when
they
were
face
to
face
,
always
to
feel
confidence
and
the
happy
freedom
which
comes
with
mutual
understanding
,
and
how
could
other
people
's
words
hinder
that
effect
on
a
sudden
?
Let
the
music
which
can
take
possession
of
our
frame
and
fill
the
air
with
joy
for
us
,
sound
once
more
—
what
does
it
signify
that
we
heard
it
found
fault
with
in
its
absence
?
"
I
have
sent
a
letter
to
Lowick
Manor
to-day
,
asking
leave
to
see
you
,
"
said
Will
,
seating
himself
opposite
to
her
.
"
I
am
going
away
immediately
,
and
I
could
not
go
without
speaking
to
you
again
.
"
"
I
thought
we
had
parted
when
you
came
to
Lowick
many
weeks
ago
—
you
thought
you
were
going
then
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
her
voice
trembling
a
little
.
"
Yes
;
but
I
was
in
ignorance
then
of
things
which
I
know
now
—
things
which
have
altered
my
feelings
about
the
future
.
When
I
saw
you
before
,
I
was
dreaming
that
I
might
come
back
some
day
.
I
do
n't
think
I
ever
shall
—
now
.
"
Will
paused
here
.
"
You
wished
me
to
know
the
reasons
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
timidly
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Will
,
impetuously
,
shaking
his
head
backward
,
and
looking
away
from
her
with
irritation
in
his
face
.
"
Of
course
I
must
wish
it
.
I
have
been
grossly
insulted
in
your
eyes
and
in
the
eyes
of
others
.
There
has
been
a
mean
implication
against
my
character
.
I
wish
you
to
know
that
under
no
circumstances
would
I
have
lowered
myself
by
—
under
no
circumstances
would
I
have
given
men
the
chance
of
saying
that
I
sought
money
under
the
pretext
of
seeking
—
something
else
.
There
was
no
need
of
other
safeguard
against
me
—
the
safeguard
of
wealth
was
enough
.
"
Will
rose
from
his
chair
with
the
last
word
and
went
—
he
hardly
knew
where
;
but
it
was
to
the
projecting
window
nearest
him
,
which
had
been
open
as
now
about
the
same
season
a
year
ago
,
when
he
and
Dorothea
had
stood
within
it
and
talked
together
.
Her
whole
heart
was
going
out
at
this
moment
in
sympathy
with
Will
's
indignation
:
she
only
wanted
to
convince
him
that
she
had
never
done
him
injustice
,
and
he
seemed
to
have
turned
away
from
her
as
if
she
too
had
been
part
of
the
unfriendly
world
.
"
It
would
be
very
unkind
of
you
to
suppose
that
I
ever
attributed
any
meanness
to
you
,
"
she
began
.
Then
in
her
ardent
way
,
wanting
to
plead
with
him
,
she
moved
from
her
chair
and
went
in
front
of
him
to
her
old
place
in
the
window
,
saying
,
"
Do
you
suppose
that
I
ever
disbelieved
in
you
?
"
When
Will
saw
her
there
,
he
gave
a
start
and
moved
backward
out
of
the
window
,
without
meeting
her
glance
.
Dorothea
was
hurt
by
this
movement
following
up
the
previous
anger
of
his
tone
.
She
was
ready
to
say
that
it
was
as
hard
on
her
as
on
him
,
and
that
she
was
helpless
;
but
those
strange
particulars
of
their
relation
which
neither
of
them
could
explicitly
mention
kept
her
always
in
dread
of
saying
too
much
.
At
this
moment
she
had
no
belief
that
Will
would
in
any
case
have
wanted
to
marry
her
,
and
she
feared
using
words
which
might
imply
such
a
belief
.
She
only
said
earnestly
,
recurring
to
his
last
word
—
"
I
am
sure
no
safeguard
was
ever
needed
against
you
.
"
Will
did
not
answer
.
In
the
stormy
fluctuation
of
his
feelings
these
words
of
hers
seemed
to
him
cruelly
neutral
,
and
he
looked
pale
and
miserable
after
his
angry
outburst
.
He
went
to
the
table
and
fastened
up
his
portfolio
,
while
Dorothea
looked
at
him
from
the
distance
.
They
were
wasting
these
last
moments
together
in
wretched
silence
.
What
could
he
say
,
since
what
had
got
obstinately
uppermost
in
his
mind
was
the
passionate
love
for
her
which
he
forbade
himself
to
utter
?
What
could
she
say
,
since
she
might
offer
him
no
help
—
since
she
was
forced
to
keep
the
money
that
ought
to
have
been
his
?
—
since
to-day
he
seemed
not
to
respond
as
he
used
to
do
to
her
thorough
trust
and
liking
?
But
Will
at
last
turned
away
from
his
portfolio
and
approached
the
window
again
.
"
I
must
go
,
"
he
said
,
with
that
peculiar
look
of
the
eyes
which
sometimes
accompanies
bitter
feeling
,
as
if
they
had
been
tired
and
burned
with
gazing
too
close
at
a
light
.
"
What
shall
you
do
in
life
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
timidly
.
"
Have
your
intentions
remained
just
the
same
as
when
we
said
good-by
before
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Will
,
in
a
tone
that
seemed
to
waive
the
subject
as
uninteresting
.
"
I
shall
work
away
at
the
first
thing
that
offers
.
I
suppose
one
gets
a
habit
of
doing
without
happiness
or
hope
.
"
"
Oh
,
what
sad
words
!
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
a
dangerous
tendency
to
sob
.
Then
trying
to
smile
,
she
added
,
"
We
used
to
agree
that
we
were
alike
in
speaking
too
strongly
.
"
"
I
have
not
spoken
too
strongly
now
,
"
said
Will
,
leaning
back
against
the
angle
of
the
wall
.
"
There
are
certain
things
which
a
man
can
only
go
through
once
in
his
life
;
and
he
must
know
some
time
or
other
that
the
best
is
over
with
him
.
This
experience
has
happened
to
me
while
I
am
very
young
—
that
is
all
.
What
I
care
more
for
than
I
can
ever
care
for
anything
else
is
absolutely
forbidden
to
me
—
I
do
n't
mean
merely
by
being
out
of
my
reach
,
but
forbidden
me
,
even
if
it
were
within
my
reach
,
by
my
own
pride
and
honour
—
by
everything
I
respect
myself
for
.
Of
course
I
shall
go
on
living
as
a
man
might
do
who
had
seen
heaven
in
a
trance
.
"
Will
paused
,
imagining
that
it
would
be
impossible
for
Dorothea
to
misunderstand
this
;
indeed
he
felt
that
he
was
contradicting
himself
and
offending
against
his
self-approval
in
speaking
to
her
so
plainly
;
but
still
—
it
could
not
be
fairly
called
wooing
a
woman
to
tell
her
that
he
would
never
woo
her
.
It
must
be
admitted
to
be
a
ghostly
kind
of
wooing
.
But
Dorothea
's
mind
was
rapidly
going
over
the
past
with
quite
another
vision
than
his
.
The
thought
that
she
herself
might
be
what
Will
most
cared
for
did
throb
through
her
an
instant
,
but
then
came
doubt
:
the
memory
of
the
little
they
had
lived
through
together
turned
pale
and
shrank
before
the
memory
which
suggested
how
much
fuller
might
have
been
the
intercourse
between
Will
and
some
one
else
with
whom
he
had
had
constant
companionship
.
Everything
he
had
said
might
refer
to
that
other
relation
,
and
whatever
had
passed
between
him
and
herself
was
thoroughly
explained
by
what
she
had
always
regarded
as
their
simple
friendship
and
the
cruel
obstruction
thrust
upon
it
by
her
husband
's
injurious
act
.
Dorothea
stood
silent
,
with
her
eyes
cast
down
dreamily
,
while
images
crowded
upon
her
which
left
the
sickening
certainty
that
Will
was
referring
to
Mrs.
Lydgate
.
But
why
sickening
?
He
wanted
her
to
know
that
here
too
his
conduct
should
be
above
suspicion
.
Will
was
not
surprised
at
her
silence
.
His
mind
also
was
tumultuously
busy
while
he
watched
her
,
and
he
was
feeling
rather
wildly
that
something
must
happen
to
hinder
their
parting
—
some
miracle
,
clearly
nothing
in
their
own
deliberate
speech
.
Yet
,
after
all
,
had
she
any
love
for
him
?
—
he
could
not
pretend
to
himself
that
he
would
rather
believe
her
to
be
without
that
pain
.
He
could
not
deny
that
a
secret
longing
for
the
assurance
that
she
loved
him
was
at
the
root
of
all
his
words
.
Neither
of
them
knew
how
long
they
stood
in
that
way
.
Dorothea
was
raising
her
eyes
,
and
was
about
to
speak
,
when
the
door
opened
and
her
footman
came
to
say
—
"
The
horses
are
ready
,
madam
,
whenever
you
like
to
start
.
"
"
Presently
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
Then
turning
to
Will
,
she
said
,
"
I
have
some
memoranda
to
write
for
the
housekeeper
.
"
"
I
must
go
,
"
said
Will
,
when
the
door
had
closed
again
—
advancing
towards
her
.
"
The
day
after
to-morrow
I
shall
leave
Middlemarch
.
"
"
You
have
acted
in
every
way
rightly
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
in
a
low
tone
,
feeling
a
pressure
at
her
heart
which
made
it
difficult
to
speak
.
She
put
out
her
hand
,
and
Will
took
it
for
an
instant
without
speaking
,
for
her
words
had
seemed
to
him
cruelly
cold
and
unlike
herself
.
Their
eyes
met
,
but
there
was
discontent
in
his
,
and
in
hers
there
was
only
sadness
.
He
turned
away
and
took
his
portfolio
under
his
arm
.
"
I
have
never
done
you
injustice
.
Please
remember
me
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
repressing
a
rising
sob
.
"
Why
should
you
say
that
?
"
said
Will
,
with
irritation
.
"
As
if
I
were
not
in
danger
of
forgetting
everything
else
.
"
He
had
really
a
movement
of
anger
against
her
at
that
moment
,
and
it
impelled
him
to
go
away
without
pause
.
It
was
all
one
flash
to
Dorothea
—
his
last
words
—
his
distant
bow
to
her
as
he
reached
the
door
—
the
sense
that
he
was
no
longer
there
.
She
sank
into
the
chair
,
and
for
a
few
moments
sat
like
a
statue
,
while
images
and
emotions
were
hurrying
upon
her
.
Joy
came
first
,
in
spite
of
the
threatening
train
behind
it
—
joy
in
the
impression
that
it
was
really
herself
whom
Will
loved
and
was
renouncing
,
that
there
was
really
no
other
love
less
permissible
,
more
blameworthy
,
which
honour
was
hurrying
him
away
from
.
They
were
parted
all
the
same
,
but
—
Dorothea
drew
a
deep
breath
and
felt
her
strength
return
—
she
could
think
of
him
unrestrainedly
.
At
that
moment
the
parting
was
easy
to
bear
:
the
first
sense
of
loving
and
being
loved
excluded
sorrow
.
It
was
as
if
some
hard
icy
pressure
had
melted
,
and
her
consciousness
had
room
to
expand
:
her
past
was
come
back
to
her
with
larger
interpretation
.
The
joy
was
not
the
less
—
perhaps
it
was
the
more
complete
just
then
—
because
of
the
irrevocable
parting
;
for
there
was
no
reproach
,
no
contemptuous
wonder
to
imagine
in
any
eye
or
from
any
lips
.
He
had
acted
so
as
to
defy
reproach
,
and
make
wonder
respectful
.
Any
one
watching
her
might
have
seen
that
there
was
a
fortifying
thought
within
her
.
Just
as
when
inventive
power
is
working
with
glad
ease
some
small
claim
on
the
attention
is
fully
met
as
if
it
were
only
a
cranny
opened
to
the
sunlight
,
it
was
easy
now
for
Dorothea
to
write
her
memoranda
.
She
spoke
her
last
words
to
the
housekeeper
in
cheerful
tones
,
and
when
she
seated
herself
in
the
carriage
her
eyes
were
bright
and
her
cheeks
blooming
under
the
dismal
bonnet
.
She
threw
back
the
heavy
"
weepers
,
"
and
looked
before
her
,
wondering
which
road
Will
had
taken
.
It
was
in
her
nature
to
be
proud
that
he
was
blameless
,
and
through
all
her
feelings
there
ran
this
vein
—
"
I
was
right
to
defend
him
.
"
The
coachman
was
used
to
drive
his
grays
at
a
good
pace
,
Mr.
Casaubon
being
unenjoying
and
impatient
in
everything
away
from
his
desk
,
and
wanting
to
get
to
the
end
of
all
journeys
;
and
Dorothea
was
now
bowled
along
quickly
.
Driving
was
pleasant
,
for
rain
in
the
night
had
laid
the
dust
,
and
the
blue
sky
looked
far
off
,
away
from
the
region
of
the
great
clouds
that
sailed
in
masses
.
The
earth
looked
like
a
happy
place
under
the
vast
heavens
,
and
Dorothea
was
wishing
that
she
might
overtake
Will
and
see
him
once
more
.
After
a
turn
of
the
road
,
there
he
was
with
the
portfolio
under
his
arm
;
but
the
next
moment
she
was
passing
him
while
he
raised
his
hat
,
and
she
felt
a
pang
at
being
seated
there
in
a
sort
of
exaltation
,
leaving
him
behind
.
She
could
not
look
back
at
him
.
It
was
as
if
a
crowd
of
indifferent
objects
had
thrust
them
asunder
,
and
forced
them
along
different
paths
,
taking
them
farther
and
farther
away
from
each
other
,
and
making
it
useless
to
look
back
.
She
could
no
more
make
any
sign
that
would
seem
to
say
,
"
Need
we
part
?
"
than
she
could
stop
the
carriage
to
wait
for
him
.
Nay
,
what
a
world
of
reasons
crowded
upon
her
against
any
movement
of
her
thought
towards
a
future
that
might
reverse
the
decision
of
this
day
!
"
I
only
wish
I
had
known
before
—
I
wish
he
knew
—
then
we
could
be
quite
happy
in
thinking
of
each
other
,
though
we
are
forever
parted
.
And
if
I
could
but
have
given
him
the
money
,
and
made
things
easier
for
him
!
"
—
were
the
longings
that
came
back
the
most
persistently
.
And
yet
,
so
heavily
did
the
world
weigh
on
her
in
spite
of
her
independent
energy
,
that
with
this
idea
of
Will
as
in
need
of
such
help
and
at
a
disadvantage
with
the
world
,
there
came
always
the
vision
of
that
unfittingness
of
any
closer
relation
between
them
which
lay
in
the
opinion
of
every
one
connected
with
her
.
She
felt
to
the
full
all
the
imperativeness
of
the
motives
which
urged
Will
's
conduct
.
How
could
he
dream
of
her
defying
the
barrier
that
her
husband
had
placed
between
them
?
—
how
could
she
ever
say
to
herself
that
she
would
defy
it
?
Will
's
certainty
as
the
carriage
grew
smaller
in
the
distance
,
had
much
more
bitterness
in
it
.
Very
slight
matters
were
enough
to
gall
him
in
his
sensitive
mood
,
and
the
sight
of
Dorothea
driving
past
him
while
he
felt
himself
plodding
along
as
a
poor
devil
seeking
a
position
in
a
world
which
in
his
present
temper
offered
him
little
that
he
coveted
,
made
his
conduct
seem
a
mere
matter
of
necessity
,
and
took
away
the
sustainment
of
resolve
.
After
all
,
he
had
no
assurance
that
she
loved
him
:
could
any
man
pretend
that
he
was
simply
glad
in
such
a
case
to
have
the
suffering
all
on
his
own
side
?
That
evening
Will
spent
with
the
Lydgates
;
the
next
evening
he
was
gone
.
BOOK
VII
.
TWO
TEMPTATIONS
.
CHAPTER
LXIII
.
These
little
things
are
great
to
little
man
.
—
GOLDSMITH
.
"
Have
you
seen
much
of
your
scientific
phoenix
,
Lydgate
,
lately
?
"
said
Mr.
Toller
at
one
of
his
Christmas
dinner-parties
,
speaking
to
Mr.
Farebrother
on
his
right
hand
.
"
Not
much
,
I
am
sorry
to
say
,
"
answered
the
Vicar
,
accustomed
to
parry
Mr.
Toller
's
banter
about
his
belief
in
the
new
medical
light
.
"
I
am
out
of
the
way
and
he
is
too
busy
.
"
"
Is
he
?
I
am
glad
to
hear
it
,
"
said
Dr.
Minchin
,
with
mingled
suavity
and
surprise
.
"
He
gives
a
great
deal
of
time
to
the
New
Hospital
,
"
said
Mr.
Farebrother
,
who
had
his
reasons
for
continuing
the
subject
:
"
I
hear
of
that
from
my
neighbor
,
Mrs.
Casaubon
,
who
goes
there
often
.
She
says
Lydgate
is
indefatigable
,
and
is
making
a
fine
thing
of
Bulstrode
's
institution
.
He
is
preparing
a
new
ward
in
case
of
the
cholera
coming
to
us
.
"
"
And
preparing
theories
of
treatment
to
try
on
the
patients
,
I
suppose
,
"
said
Mr.
Toller
.
"
Come
,
Toller
,
be
candid
,
"
said
Mr.
Farebrother
.
"
You
are
too
clever
not
to
see
the
good
of
a
bold
fresh
mind
in
medicine
,
as
well
as
in
everything
else
;
and
as
to
cholera
,
I
fancy
,
none
of
you
are
very
sure
what
you
ought
to
do
.
If
a
man
goes
a
little
too
far
along
a
new
road
,
it
is
usually
himself
that
he
harms
more
than
any
one
else
.
"
"
I
am
sure
you
and
Wrench
ought
to
be
obliged
to
him
,
"
said
Dr.
Minchin
,
looking
towards
Toller
,
"
for
he
has
sent
you
the
cream
of
Peacock
's
patients
.
"
"
Lydgate
has
been
living
at
a
great
rate
for
a
young
beginner
,
"
said
Mr.
Harry
Toller
,
the
brewer
.
"
I
suppose
his
relations
in
the
North
back
him
up
.
"
"
I
hope
so
,
"
said
Mr.
Chichely
,
"
else
he
ought
not
to
have
married
that
nice
girl
we
were
all
so
fond
of
.
Hang
it
,
one
has
a
grudge
against
a
man
who
carries
off
the
prettiest
girl
in
the
town
.
"
"
Ay
,
by
God
!
and
the
best
too
,
"
said
Mr.
Standish
.
"
My
friend
Vincy
did
n't
half
like
the
marriage
,
I
know
that
,
"
said
Mr.
Chichely
.
"
He
would
n't
do
much
.
How
the
relations
on
the
other
side
may
have
come
down
I
ca
n't
say
.
"
There
was
an
emphatic
kind
of
reticence
in
Mr.
Chichely
's
manner
of
speaking
.
"
Oh
,
I
should
n't
think
Lydgate
ever
looked
to
practice
for
a
living
,
"
said
Mr.
Toller
,
with
a
slight
touch
of
sarcasm
,
and
there
the
subject
was
dropped
.
This
was
not
the
first
time
that
Mr.
Farebrother
had
heard
hints
of
Lydgate
's
expenses
being
obviously
too
great
to
be
met
by
his
practice
,
but
he
thought
it
not
unlikely
that
there
were
resources
or
expectations
which
excused
the
large
outlay
at
the
time
of
Lydgate
's
marriage
,
and
which
might
hinder
any
bad
consequences
from
the
disappointment
in
his
practice
.
One
evening
,
when
he
took
the
pains
to
go
to
Middlemarch
on
purpose
to
have
a
chat
with
Lydgate
as
of
old
,
he
noticed
in
him
an
air
of
excited
effort
quite
unlike
his
usual
easy
way
of
keeping
silence
or
breaking
it
with
abrupt
energy
whenever
he
had
anything
to
say
.
Lydgate
talked
persistently
when
they
were
in
his
work-room
,
putting
arguments
for
and
against
the
probability
of
certain
biological
views
;
but
he
had
none
of
those
definite
things
to
say
or
to
show
which
give
the
waymarks
of
a
patient
uninterrupted
pursuit
,
such
as
he
used
himself
to
insist
on
,
saying
that
"
there
must
be
a
systole
and
diastole
in
all
inquiry
,
"
and
that
"
a
man
's
mind
must
be
continually
expanding
and
shrinking
between
the
whole
human
horizon
and
the
horizon
of
an
object-glass
.
"
That
evening
he
seemed
to
be
talking
widely
for
the
sake
of
resisting
any
personal
bearing
;
and
before
long
they
went
into
the
drawing
room
,
where
Lydgate
,
having
asked
Rosamond
to
give
them
music
,
sank
back
in
his
chair
in
silence
,
but
with
a
strange
light
in
his
eyes
.
"
He
may
have
been
taking
an
opiate
,
"
was
a
thought
that
crossed
Mr.
Farebrother
's
mind
—
"
tic-douloureux
perhaps
—
or
medical
worries
.
"
It
did
not
occur
to
him
that
Lydgate
's
marriage
was
not
delightful
:
he
believed
,
as
the
rest
did
,
that
Rosamond
was
an
amiable
,
docile
creature
,
though
he
had
always
thought
her
rather
uninteresting
—
a
little
too
much
the
pattern-card
of
the
finishing-school
;
and
his
mother
could
not
forgive
Rosamond
because
she
never
seemed
to
see
that
Henrietta
Noble
was
in
the
room
.
"
However
,
Lydgate
fell
in
love
with
her
,
"
said
the
Vicar
to
himself
,
"
and
she
must
be
to
his
taste
.
"
Mr.
Farebrother
was
aware
that
Lydgate
was
a
proud
man
,
but
having
very
little
corresponding
fibre
in
himself
,
and
perhaps
too
little
care
about
personal
dignity
,
except
the
dignity
of
not
being
mean
or
foolish
,
he
could
hardly
allow
enough
for
the
way
in
which
Lydgate
shrank
,
as
from
a
burn
,
from
the
utterance
of
any
word
about
his
private
affairs
.
And
soon
after
that
conversation
at
Mr.
Toller
's
,
the
Vicar
learned
something
which
made
him
watch
the
more
eagerly
for
an
opportunity
of
indirectly
letting
Lydgate
know
that
if
he
wanted
to
open
himself
about
any
difficulty
there
was
a
friendly
ear
ready
.
The
opportunity
came
at
Mr.
Vincy
's
,
where
,
on
New
Year
's
Day
,
there
was
a
party
,
to
which
Mr.
Farebrother
was
irresistibly
invited
,
on
the
plea
that
he
must
not
forsake
his
old
friends
on
the
first
new
year
of
his
being
a
greater
man
,
and
Rector
as
well
as
Vicar
.
And
this
party
was
thoroughly
friendly
:
all
the
ladies
of
the
Farebrother
family
were
present
;
the
Vincy
children
all
dined
at
the
table
,
and
Fred
had
persuaded
his
mother
that
if
she
did
not
invite
Mary
Garth
,
the
Farebrothers
would
regard
it
as
a
slight
to
themselves
,
Mary
being
their
particular
friend
.
Mary
came
,
and
Fred
was
in
high
spirits
,
though
his
enjoyment
was
of
a
checkered
kind
—
triumph
that
his
mother
should
see
Mary
's
importance
with
the
chief
personages
in
the
party
being
much
streaked
with
jealousy
when
Mr.
Farebrother
sat
down
by
her
.
Fred
used
to
be
much
more
easy
about
his
own
accomplishments
in
the
days
when
he
had
not
begun
to
dread
being
"
bowled
out
by
Farebrother
,
"
and
this
terror
was
still
before
him
.
Mrs.
Vincy
,
in
her
fullest
matronly
bloom
,
looked
at
Mary
's
little
figure
,
rough
wavy
hair
,
and
visage
quite
without
lilies
and
roses
,
and
wondered
;
trying
unsuccessfully
to
fancy
herself
caring
about
Mary
's
appearance
in
wedding
clothes
,
or
feeling
complacency
in
grandchildren
who
would
"
feature
"
the
Garths
.
However
,
the
party
was
a
merry
one
,
and
Mary
was
particularly
bright
;
being
glad
,
for
Fred
's
sake
,
that
his
friends
were
getting
kinder
to
her
,
and
being
also
quite
willing
that
they
should
see
how
much
she
was
valued
by
others
whom
they
must
admit
to
be
judges
.
Mr.
Farebrother
noticed
that
Lydgate
seemed
bored
,
and
that
Mr.
Vincy
spoke
as
little
as
possible
to
his
son-in-law
.
Rosamond
was
perfectly
graceful
and
calm
,
and
only
a
subtle
observation
such
as
the
Vicar
had
not
been
roused
to
bestow
on
her
would
have
perceived
the
total
absence
of
that
interest
in
her
husband
's
presence
which
a
loving
wife
is
sure
to
betray
,
even
if
etiquette
keeps
her
aloof
from
him
.
When
Lydgate
was
taking
part
in
the
conversation
,
she
never
looked
towards
him
any
more
than
if
she
had
been
a
sculptured
Psyche
modelled
to
look
another
way
:
and
when
,
after
being
called
out
for
an
hour
or
two
,
he
re-entered
the
room
,
she
seemed
unconscious
of
the
fact
,
which
eighteen
months
before
would
have
had
the
effect
of
a
numeral
before
ciphers
.
In
reality
,
however
,
she
was
intensely
aware
of
Lydgate
's
voice
and
movements
;
and
her
pretty
good-tempered
air
of
unconsciousness
was
a
studied
negation
by
which
she
satisfied
her
inward
opposition
to
him
without
compromise
of
propriety
.
When
the
ladies
were
in
the
drawing-room
after
Lydgate
had
been
called
away
from
the
dessert
,
Mrs.
Farebrother
,
when
Rosamond
happened
to
be
near
her
,
said
—
"
You
have
to
give
up
a
great
deal
of
your
husband
's
society
,
Mrs.
Lydgate
.
"
"
Yes
,
the
life
of
a
medical
man
is
very
arduous
:
especially
when
he
is
so
devoted
to
his
profession
as
Mr.
Lydgate
is
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
who
was
standing
,
and
moved
easily
away
at
the
end
of
this
correct
little
speech
.
"
It
is
dreadfully
dull
for
her
when
there
is
no
company
,
"
said
Mrs.
Vincy
,
who
was
seated
at
the
old
lady
's
side
.
"
I
am
sure
I
thought
so
when
Rosamond
was
ill
,
and
I
was
staying
with
her
.
You
know
,
Mrs.
Farebrother
,
ours
is
a
cheerful
house
.
I
am
of
a
cheerful
disposition
myself
,
and
Mr.
Vincy
always
likes
something
to
be
going
on
.
That
is
what
Rosamond
has
been
used
to
.
Very
different
from
a
husband
out
at
odd
hours
,
and
never
knowing
when
he
will
come
home
,
and
of
a
close
,
proud
disposition
,
I
think
"
—
indiscreet
Mrs.
Vincy
did
lower
her
tone
slightly
with
this
parenthesis
.
"
But
Rosamond
always
had
an
angel
of
a
temper
;
her
brothers
used
very
often
not
to
please
her
,
but
she
was
never
the
girl
to
show
temper
;
from
a
baby
she
was
always
as
good
as
good
,
and
with
a
complexion
beyond
anything
.
But
my
children
are
all
good-tempered
,
thank
God
.
"
This
was
easily
credible
to
any
one
looking
at
Mrs.
Vincy
as
she
threw
back
her
broad
cap-strings
,
and
smiled
towards
her
three
little
girls
,
aged
from
seven
to
eleven
.
But
in
that
smiling
glance
she
was
obliged
to
include
Mary
Garth
,
whom
the
three
girls
had
got
into
a
corner
to
make
her
tell
them
stories
.
Mary
was
just
finishing
the
delicious
tale
of
Rumpelstiltskin
,
which
she
had
well
by
heart
,
because
Letty
was
never
tired
of
communicating
it
to
her
ignorant
elders
from
a
favourite
red
volume
.
Louisa
,
Mrs.
Vincy
's
darling
,
now
ran
to
her
with
wide-eyed
serious
excitement
,
crying
,
"
Oh
mamma
,
mamma
,
the
little
man
stamped
so
hard
on
the
floor
he
could
n't
get
his
leg
out
again
!
"
"
Bless
you
,
my
cherub
!
"
said
mamma
;
"
you
shall
tell
me
all
about
it
to-morrow
.
Go
and
listen
!
"
and
then
,
as
her
eyes
followed
Louisa
back
towards
the
attractive
corner
,
she
thought
that
if
Fred
wished
her
to
invite
Mary
again
she
would
make
no
objection
,
the
children
being
so
pleased
with
her
.
But
presently
the
corner
became
still
more
animated
,
for
Mr.
Farebrother
came
in
,
and
seating
himself
behind
Louisa
,
took
her
on
his
lap
;
whereupon
the
girls
all
insisted
that
he
must
hear
Rumpelstiltskin
,
and
Mary
must
tell
it
over
again
.
He
insisted
too
,
and
Mary
,
without
fuss
,
began
again
in
her
neat
fashion
,
with
precisely
the
same
words
as
before
.
Fred
,
who
had
also
seated
himself
near
,
would
have
felt
unmixed
triumph
in
Mary
's
effectiveness
if
Mr.
Farebrother
had
not
been
looking
at
her
with
evident
admiration
,
while
he
dramatized
an
intense
interest
in
the
tale
to
please
the
children
.
"
You
will
never
care
any
more
about
my
one-eyed
giant
,
Loo
,
"
said
Fred
at
the
end
.
"
Yes
,
I
shall
.
Tell
about
him
now
,
"
said
Louisa
.
"
Oh
,
I
dare
say
;
I
am
quite
cut
out
.
Ask
Mr.
Farebrother
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
added
Mary
;
"
ask
Mr.
Farebrother
to
tell
you
about
the
ants
whose
beautiful
house
was
knocked
down
by
a
giant
named
Tom
,
and
he
thought
they
did
n't
mind
because
he
could
n't
hear
them
cry
,
or
see
them
use
their
pocket-handkerchiefs
.
"
"
Please
,
"
said
Louisa
,
looking
up
at
the
Vicar
.
"
No
,
no
,
I
am
a
grave
old
parson
.
If
I
try
to
draw
a
story
out
of
my
bag
a
sermon
comes
instead
.
Shall
I
preach
you
a
sermon
?
"
said
he
,
putting
on
his
short-sighted
glasses
,
and
pursing
up
his
lips
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Louisa
,
falteringly
.
"
Let
me
see
,
then
.
Against
cakes
:
how
cakes
are
bad
things
,
especially
if
they
are
sweet
and
have
plums
in
them
.
"
Louisa
took
the
affair
rather
seriously
,
and
got
down
from
the
Vicar
's
knee
to
go
to
Fred
.
"
Ah
,
I
see
it
will
not
do
to
preach
on
New
Year
's
Day
,
"
said
Mr.
Farebrother
,
rising
and
walking
away
.
He
had
discovered
of
late
that
Fred
had
become
jealous
of
him
,
and
also
that
he
himself
was
not
losing
his
preference
for
Mary
above
all
other
women
.
"
A
delightful
young
person
is
Miss
Garth
,
"
said
Mrs.
Farebrother
,
who
had
been
watching
her
son
's
movements
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mrs.
Vincy
,
obliged
to
reply
,
as
the
old
lady
turned
to
her
expectantly
.
"
It
is
a
pity
she
is
not
better-looking
.
"
"
I
cannot
say
that
,
"
said
Mrs.
Farebrother
,
decisively
.
"
I
like
her
countenance
.
We
must
not
always
ask
for
beauty
,
when
a
good
God
has
seen
fit
to
make
an
excellent
young
woman
without
it
.
I
put
good
manners
first
,
and
Miss
Garth
will
know
how
to
conduct
herself
in
any
station
.
"
The
old
lady
was
a
little
sharp
in
her
tone
,
having
a
prospective
reference
to
Mary
's
becoming
her
daughter-in-law
;
for
there
was
this
inconvenience
in
Mary
's
position
with
regard
to
Fred
,
that
it
was
not
suitable
to
be
made
public
,
and
hence
the
three
ladies
at
Lowick
Parsonage
were
still
hoping
that
Camden
would
choose
Miss
Garth
.
New
visitors
entered
,
and
the
drawing-room
was
given
up
to
music
and
games
,
while
whist-tables
were
prepared
in
the
quiet
room
on
the
other
side
of
the
hall
.
Mr.
Farebrother
played
a
rubber
to
satisfy
his
mother
,
who
regarded
her
occasional
whist
as
a
protest
against
scandal
and
novelty
of
opinion
,
in
which
light
even
a
revoke
had
its
dignity
.
But
at
the
end
he
got
Mr.
Chichely
to
take
his
place
,
and
left
the
room
.
As
he
crossed
the
hall
,
Lydgate
had
just
come
in
and
was
taking
off
his
great-coat
.
"
You
are
the
man
I
was
going
to
look
for
,
"
said
the
Vicar
;
and
instead
of
entering
the
drawing-room
,
they
walked
along
the
hall
and
stood
against
the
fireplace
,
where
the
frosty
air
helped
to
make
a
glowing
bank
.
"
You
see
,
I
can
leave
the
whist-table
easily
enough
,
"
he
went
on
,
smiling
at
Lydgate
,
"
now
I
do
n't
play
for
money
.
I
owe
that
to
you
,
Mrs.
Casaubon
says
.
"
"
How
?
"
said
Lydgate
,
coldly
.
"
Ah
,
you
did
n't
mean
me
to
know
it
;
I
call
that
ungenerous
reticence
.
You
should
let
a
man
have
the
pleasure
of
feeling
that
you
have
done
him
a
good
turn
.
I
do
n't
enter
into
some
people
's
dislike
of
being
under
an
obligation
:
upon
my
word
,
I
prefer
being
under
an
obligation
to
everybody
for
behaving
well
to
me
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
tell
what
you
mean
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
"
unless
it
is
that
I
once
spoke
of
you
to
Mrs.
Casaubon
.
But
I
did
not
think
that
she
would
break
her
promise
not
to
mention
that
I
had
done
so
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
leaning
his
back
against
the
corner
of
the
mantel-piece
,
and
showing
no
radiance
in
his
face
.
"
It
was
Brooke
who
let
it
out
,
only
the
other
day
.
He
paid
me
the
compliment
of
saying
that
he
was
very
glad
I
had
the
living
though
you
had
come
across
his
tactics
,
and
had
praised
me
up
as
a
Ken
and
a
Tillotson
,
and
that
sort
of
thing
,
till
Mrs.
Casaubon
would
hear
of
no
one
else
.
"
"
Oh
,
Brooke
is
such
a
leaky-minded
fool
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
contemptuously
.
"
Well
,
I
was
glad
of
the
leakiness
then
.
I
do
n't
see
why
you
should
n't
like
me
to
know
that
you
wished
to
do
me
a
service
,
my
dear
fellow
.
And
you
certainly
have
done
me
one
.
It
's
rather
a
strong
check
to
one
's
self-complacency
to
find
how
much
of
one
's
right
doing
depends
on
not
being
in
want
of
money
.
A
man
will
not
be
tempted
to
say
the
Lord
's
Prayer
backward
to
please
the
devil
,
if
he
does
n't
want
the
devil
's
services
.
I
have
no
need
to
hang
on
the
smiles
of
chance
now
.
"
"
I
do
n't
see
that
there
's
any
money-getting
without
chance
,
"
said
Lydgate
;
"
if
a
man
gets
it
in
a
profession
,
it
's
pretty
sure
to
come
by
chance
.
"
Mr.
Farebrother
thought
he
could
account
for
this
speech
,
in
striking
contrast
with
Lydgate
's
former
way
of
talking
,
as
the
perversity
which
will
often
spring
from
the
moodiness
of
a
man
ill
at
ease
in
his
affairs
.
He
answered
in
a
tone
of
good-humored
admission
—
"
Ah
,
there
's
enormous
patience
wanted
with
the
way
of
the
world
.
But
it
is
the
easier
for
a
man
to
wait
patiently
when
he
has
friends
who
love
him
,
and
ask
for
nothing
better
than
to
help
him
through
,
so
far
as
it
lies
in
their
power
.
"
"
Oh
yes
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
in
a
careless
tone
,
changing
his
attitude
and
looking
at
his
watch
.
"
People
make
much
more
of
their
difficulties
than
they
need
to
do
.
"
He
knew
as
distinctly
as
possible
that
this
was
an
offer
of
help
to
himself
from
Mr.
Farebrother
,
and
he
could
not
bear
it
.
So
strangely
determined
are
we
mortals
,
that
,
after
having
been
long
gratified
with
the
sense
that
he
had
privately
done
the
Vicar
a
service
,
the
suggestion
that
the
Vicar
discerned
his
need
of
a
service
in
return
made
him
shrink
into
unconquerable
reticence
.
Besides
,
behind
all
making
of
such
offers
what
else
must
come
?
—
that
he
should
"
mention
his
case
,
"
imply
that
he
wanted
specific
things
.
At
that
moment
,
suicide
seemed
easier
.
Mr.
Farebrother
was
too
keen
a
man
not
to
know
the
meaning
of
that
reply
,
and
there
was
a
certain
massiveness
in
Lydgate
's
manner
and
tone
,
corresponding
with
his
physique
,
which
if
he
repelled
your
advances
in
the
first
instance
seemed
to
put
persuasive
devices
out
of
question
.
"
What
time
are
you
?
"
said
the
Vicar
,
devouring
his
wounded
feeling
.
"
After
eleven
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
And
they
went
into
the
drawing-room
.
CHAPTER
LXIV
.
1st
Gent
.
Where
lies
the
power
,
there
let
the
blame
lie
too
.
2d
Gent
.
Nay
,
power
is
relative
;
you
cannot
fright
The
coming
pest
with
border
fortresses
,
Or
catch
your
carp
with
subtle
argument
.
All
force
is
twain
in
one
:
cause
is
not
cause
Unless
effect
be
there
;
and
action
's
self
Must
needs
contain
a
passive
.
So
command
Exists
but
with
obedience
.
Even
if
Lydgate
had
been
inclined
to
be
quite
open
about
his
affairs
,
he
knew
that
it
would
have
hardly
been
in
Mr.
Farebrother
's
power
to
give
him
the
help
he
immediately
wanted
.
With
the
year
's
bills
coming
in
from
his
tradesmen
,
with
Dover
's
threatening
hold
on
his
furniture
,
and
with
nothing
to
depend
on
but
slow
dribbling
payments
from
patients
who
must
not
be
offended
—
for
the
handsome
fees
he
had
had
from
Freshitt
Hall
and
Lowick
Manor
had
been
easily
absorbed
—
nothing
less
than
a
thousand
pounds
would
have
freed
him
from
actual
embarrassment
,
and
left
a
residue
which
,
according
to
the
favourite
phrase
of
hopefulness
in
such
circumstances
,
would
have
given
him
"
time
to
look
about
him
.
"
Naturally
,
the
merry
Christmas
bringing
the
happy
New
Year
,
when
fellow-citizens
expect
to
be
paid
for
the
trouble
and
goods
they
have
smilingly
bestowed
on
their
neighbors
,
had
so
tightened
the
pressure
of
sordid
cares
on
Lydgate
's
mind
that
it
was
hardly
possible
for
him
to
think
unbrokenly
of
any
other
subject
,
even
the
most
habitual
and
soliciting
.
He
was
not
an
ill-tempered
man
;
his
intellectual
activity
,
the
ardent
kindness
of
his
heart
,
as
well
as
his
strong
frame
,
would
always
,
under
tolerably
easy
conditions
,
have
kept
him
above
the
petty
uncontrolled
susceptibilities
which
make
bad
temper
.
But
he
was
now
a
prey
to
that
worst
irritation
which
arises
not
simply
from
annoyances
,
but
from
the
second
consciousness
underlying
those
annoyances
,
of
wasted
energy
and
a
degrading
preoccupation
,
which
was
the
reverse
of
all
his
former
purposes
.
"
This
is
what
I
am
thinking
of
;
and
that
is
what
I
might
have
been
thinking
of
,
"
was
the
bitter
incessant
murmur
within
him
,
making
every
difficulty
a
double
goad
to
impatience
.
Some
gentlemen
have
made
an
amazing
figure
in
literature
by
general
discontent
with
the
universe
as
a
trap
of
dulness
into
which
their
great
souls
have
fallen
by
mistake
;
but
the
sense
of
a
stupendous
self
and
an
insignificant
world
may
have
its
consolations
.
Lydgate
's
discontent
was
much
harder
to
bear
:
it
was
the
sense
that
there
was
a
grand
existence
in
thought
and
effective
action
lying
around
him
,
while
his
self
was
being
narrowed
into
the
miserable
isolation
of
egoistic
fears
,
and
vulgar
anxieties
for
events
that
might
allay
such
fears
.
His
troubles
will
perhaps
appear
miserably
sordid
,
and
beneath
the
attention
of
lofty
persons
who
can
know
nothing
of
debt
except
on
a
magnificent
scale
.
Doubtless
they
were
sordid
;
and
for
the
majority
,
who
are
not
lofty
,
there
is
no
escape
from
sordidness
but
by
being
free
from
money-craving
,
with
all
its
base
hopes
and
temptations
,
its
watching
for
death
,
its
hinted
requests
,
its
horse-dealer
's
desire
to
make
bad
work
pass
for
good
,
its
seeking
for
function
which
ought
to
be
another
's
,
its
compulsion
often
to
long
for
Luck
in
the
shape
of
a
wide
calamity
.
It
was
because
Lydgate
writhed
under
the
idea
of
getting
his
neck
beneath
this
vile
yoke
that
he
had
fallen
into
a
bitter
moody
state
which
was
continually
widening
Rosamond
's
alienation
from
him
.
After
the
first
disclosure
about
the
bill
of
sale
,
he
had
made
many
efforts
to
draw
her
into
sympathy
with
him
about
possible
measures
for
narrowing
their
expenses
,
and
with
the
threatening
approach
of
Christmas
his
propositions
grew
more
and
more
definite
.
"
We
two
can
do
with
only
one
servant
,
and
live
on
very
little
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
I
shall
manage
with
one
horse
.
"
For
Lydgate
,
as
we
have
seen
,
had
begun
to
reason
,
with
a
more
distinct
vision
,
about
the
expenses
of
living
,
and
any
share
of
pride
he
had
given
to
appearances
of
that
sort
was
meagre
compared
with
the
pride
which
made
him
revolt
from
exposure
as
a
debtor
,
or
from
asking
men
to
help
him
with
their
money
.
"
Of
course
you
can
dismiss
the
other
two
servants
,
if
you
like
,
"
said
Rosamond
;
"
but
I
should
have
thought
it
would
be
very
injurious
to
your
position
for
us
to
live
in
a
poor
way
.
You
must
expect
your
practice
to
be
lowered
.
"
"
My
dear
Rosamond
,
it
is
not
a
question
of
choice
.
We
have
begun
too
expensively
.
Peacock
,
you
know
,
lived
in
a
much
smaller
house
than
this
.
It
is
my
fault
:
I
ought
to
have
known
better
,
and
I
deserve
a
thrashing
—
if
there
were
anybody
who
had
a
right
to
give
it
me
—
for
bringing
you
into
the
necessity
of
living
in
a
poorer
way
than
you
have
been
used
to
.
But
we
married
because
we
loved
each
other
,
I
suppose
.
And
that
may
help
us
to
pull
along
till
things
get
better
.
Come
,
dear
,
put
down
that
work
and
come
to
me
.
"
He
was
really
in
chill
gloom
about
her
at
that
moment
,
but
he
dreaded
a
future
without
affection
,
and
was
determined
to
resist
the
oncoming
of
division
between
them
.
Rosamond
obeyed
him
,
and
he
took
her
on
his
knee
,
but
in
her
secret
soul
she
was
utterly
aloof
from
him
.
The
poor
thing
saw
only
that
the
world
was
not
ordered
to
her
liking
,
and
Lydgate
was
part
of
that
world
.
But
he
held
her
waist
with
one
hand
and
laid
the
other
gently
on
both
of
hers
;
for
this
rather
abrupt
man
had
much
tenderness
in
his
manners
towards
women
,
seeming
to
have
always
present
in
his
imagination
the
weakness
of
their
frames
and
the
delicate
poise
of
their
health
both
in
body
and
mind
.
And
he
began
again
to
speak
persuasively
.
"
I
find
,
now
I
look
into
things
a
little
,
Rosy
,
that
it
is
wonderful
what
an
amount
of
money
slips
away
in
our
housekeeping
.
I
suppose
the
servants
are
careless
,
and
we
have
had
a
great
many
people
coming
.
But
there
must
be
many
in
our
rank
who
manage
with
much
less
:
they
must
do
with
commoner
things
,
I
suppose
,
and
look
after
the
scraps
.
It
seems
,
money
goes
but
a
little
way
in
these
matters
,
for
Wrench
has
everything
as
plain
as
possible
,
and
he
has
a
very
large
practice
.
"
"
Oh
,
if
you
think
of
living
as
the
Wrenches
do
!
"
said
Rosamond
,
with
a
little
turn
of
her
neck
.
"
But
I
have
heard
you
express
your
disgust
at
that
way
of
living
.
"
"
Yes
,
they
have
bad
taste
in
everything
—
they
make
economy
look
ugly
.
We
need
n't
do
that
.
I
only
meant
that
they
avoid
expenses
,
although
Wrench
has
a
capital
practice
.
"
"
Why
should
not
you
have
a
good
practice
,
Tertius
?
Mr.
Peacock
had
.
You
should
be
more
careful
not
to
offend
people
,
and
you
should
send
out
medicines
as
the
others
do
.
I
am
sure
you
began
well
,
and
you
got
several
good
houses
.
It
cannot
answer
to
be
eccentric
;
you
should
think
what
will
be
generally
liked
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
in
a
decided
little
tone
of
admonition
.
Lydgate
's
anger
rose
:
he
was
prepared
to
be
indulgent
towards
feminine
weakness
,
but
not
towards
feminine
dictation
.
The
shallowness
of
a
waternixie
's
soul
may
have
a
charm
until
she
becomes
didactic
.
But
he
controlled
himself
,
and
only
said
,
with
a
touch
of
despotic
firmness
—
"
What
I
am
to
do
in
my
practice
,
Rosy
,
it
is
for
me
to
judge
.
That
is
not
the
question
between
us
.
It
is
enough
for
you
to
know
that
our
income
is
likely
to
be
a
very
narrow
one
—
hardly
four
hundred
,
perhaps
less
,
for
a
long
time
to
come
,
and
we
must
try
to
re-arrange
our
lives
in
accordance
with
that
fact
.
"
Rosamond
was
silent
for
a
moment
or
two
,
looking
before
her
,
and
then
said
,
"
My
uncle
Bulstrode
ought
to
allow
you
a
salary
for
the
time
you
give
to
the
Hospital
:
it
is
not
right
that
you
should
work
for
nothing
.
"
"
It
was
understood
from
the
beginning
that
my
services
would
be
gratuitous
.
That
,
again
,
need
not
enter
into
our
discussion
.
I
have
pointed
out
what
is
the
only
probability
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
impatiently
.
Then
checking
himself
,
he
went
on
more
quietly
—
"
I
think
I
see
one
resource
which
would
free
us
from
a
good
deal
of
the
present
difficulty
.
I
hear
that
young
Ned
Plymdale
is
going
to
be
married
to
Miss
Sophy
Toller
.
They
are
rich
,
and
it
is
not
often
that
a
good
house
is
vacant
in
Middlemarch
.
I
feel
sure
that
they
would
be
glad
to
take
this
house
from
us
with
most
of
our
furniture
,
and
they
would
be
willing
to
pay
handsomely
for
the
lease
.
I
can
employ
Trumbull
to
speak
to
Plymdale
about
it
.
"
Rosamond
left
her
husband
's
knee
and
walked
slowly
to
the
other
end
of
the
room
;
when
she
turned
round
and
walked
towards
him
it
was
evident
that
the
tears
had
come
,
and
that
she
was
biting
her
under-lip
and
clasping
her
hands
to
keep
herself
from
crying
.
Lydgate
was
wretched
—
shaken
with
anger
and
yet
feeling
that
it
would
be
unmanly
to
vent
the
anger
just
now
.
"
I
am
very
sorry
,
Rosamond
;
I
know
this
is
painful
.
"
"
I
thought
,
at
least
,
when
I
had
borne
to
send
the
plate
back
and
have
that
man
taking
an
inventory
of
the
furniture
—
I
should
have
thought
that
would
suffice
.
"
"
I
explained
it
to
you
at
the
time
,
dear
.
That
was
only
a
security
and
behind
that
security
there
is
a
debt
.
And
that
debt
must
be
paid
within
the
next
few
months
,
else
we
shall
have
our
furniture
sold
.
If
young
Plymdale
will
take
our
house
and
most
of
our
furniture
,
we
shall
be
able
to
pay
that
debt
,
and
some
others
too
,
and
we
shall
be
quit
of
a
place
too
expensive
for
us
.
We
might
take
a
smaller
house
:
Trumbull
,
I
know
,
has
a
very
decent
one
to
let
at
thirty
pounds
a-year
,
and
this
is
ninety
.
"
Lydgate
uttered
this
speech
in
the
curt
hammering
way
with
which
we
usually
try
to
nail
down
a
vague
mind
to
imperative
facts
.
Tears
rolled
silently
down
Rosamond
's
cheeks
;
she
just
pressed
her
handkerchief
against
them
,
and
stood
looking
at
the
large
vase
on
the
mantel-piece
.
It
was
a
moment
of
more
intense
bitterness
than
she
had
ever
felt
before
.
At
last
she
said
,
without
hurry
and
with
careful
emphasis
—
"
I
never
could
have
believed
that
you
would
like
to
act
in
that
way
.
"
"
Like
it
?
"
burst
out
Lydgate
,
rising
from
his
chair
,
thrusting
his
hands
in
his
pockets
and
stalking
away
from
the
hearth
;
"
it
's
not
a
question
of
liking
.
Of
course
,
I
do
n't
like
it
;
it
's
the
only
thing
I
can
do
.
"
He
wheeled
round
there
,
and
turned
towards
her
.
"
I
should
have
thought
there
were
many
other
means
than
that
,
"
said
Rosamond
.
"
Let
us
have
a
sale
and
leave
Middlemarch
altogether
.
"
"
To
do
what
?
What
is
the
use
of
my
leaving
my
work
in
Middlemarch
to
go
where
I
have
none
?
We
should
be
just
as
penniless
elsewhere
as
we
are
here
,
"
said
Lydgate
still
more
angrily
.
"
If
we
are
to
be
in
that
position
it
will
be
entirely
your
own
doing
,
Tertius
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
turning
round
to
speak
with
the
fullest
conviction
.
"
You
will
not
behave
as
you
ought
to
do
to
your
own
family
.
You
offended
Captain
Lydgate
.
Sir
Godwin
was
very
kind
to
me
when
we
were
at
Quallingham
,
and
I
am
sure
if
you
showed
proper
regard
to
him
and
told
him
your
affairs
,
he
would
do
anything
for
you
.
But
rather
than
that
,
you
like
giving
up
our
house
and
furniture
to
Mr.
Ned
Plymdale
.
"
There
was
something
like
fierceness
in
Lydgate
's
eyes
,
as
he
answered
with
new
violence
,
"
Well
,
then
,
if
you
will
have
it
so
,
I
do
like
it
.
I
admit
that
I
like
it
better
than
making
a
fool
of
myself
by
going
to
beg
where
it
's
of
no
use
.
Understand
then
,
that
it
is
what
I
like
to
do
.
"
There
was
a
tone
in
the
last
sentence
which
was
equivalent
to
the
clutch
of
his
strong
hand
on
Rosamond
's
delicate
arm
.
But
for
all
that
,
his
will
was
not
a
whit
stronger
than
hers
.
She
immediately
walked
out
of
the
room
in
silence
,
but
with
an
intense
determination
to
hinder
what
Lydgate
liked
to
do
.
He
went
out
of
the
house
,
but
as
his
blood
