."
And
as
you
say
,
Mr.
Farebrother
,
there
was
the
very
devil
in
that
old
man
.
Now
Mary
's
gone
out
,
I
must
tell
you
a
thing
—
it
's
only
known
to
Susan
and
me
,
and
you
'll
not
tell
it
again
.
The
old
scoundrel
wanted
Mary
to
burn
one
of
the
wills
the
very
night
he
died
,
when
she
was
sitting
up
with
him
by
herself
,
and
he
offered
her
a
sum
of
money
that
he
had
in
the
box
by
him
if
she
would
do
it
.
But
Mary
,
you
understand
,
could
do
no
such
thing
—
would
not
be
handling
his
iron
chest
,
and
so
on
.
Now
,
you
see
,
the
will
he
wanted
burnt
was
this
last
,
so
that
if
Mary
had
done
what
he
wanted
,
Fred
Vincy
would
have
had
ten
thousand
pounds
.
The
old
man
did
turn
to
him
at
the
last
.
That
touches
poor
Mary
close
;
she
could
n't
help
it
—
she
was
in
the
right
to
do
what
she
did
,
but
she
feels
,
as
she
says
,
much
as
if
she
had
knocked
down
somebody
's
property
and
broken
it
against
her
will
,
when
she
was
rightfully
defending
herself
.
I
feel
with
her
,
somehow
,
and
if
I
could
make
any
amends
to
the
poor
lad
,
instead
of
bearing
him
a
grudge
for
the
harm
he
did
us
,
I
should
be
glad
to
do
it
.
Now
,
what
is
your
opinion
,
sir
?
Susan
does
n't
agree
with
me
;
she
says
—
tell
what
you
say
,
Susan
.
"
"
Mary
could
not
have
acted
otherwise
,
even
if
she
had
known
what
would
be
the
effect
on
Fred
,
"
said
Mrs.
Garth
,
pausing
from
her
work
,
and
looking
at
Mr.
Farebrother
.
"
And
she
was
quite
ignorant
of
it
.
It
seems
to
me
,
a
loss
which
falls
on
another
because
we
have
done
right
is
not
to
lie
upon
our
conscience
.
"
The
Vicar
did
not
answer
immediately
,
and
Caleb
said
,
"
It
's
the
feeling
.
The
child
feels
in
that
way
,
and
I
feel
with
her
.
You
do
n't
mean
your
horse
to
tread
on
a
dog
when
you
're
backing
out
of
the
way
;
but
it
goes
through
you
,
when
it
's
done
.
"
"
I
am
sure
Mrs.
Garth
would
agree
with
you
there
,
"
said
Mr.
Farebrother
,
who
for
some
reason
seemed
more
inclined
to
ruminate
than
to
speak
.
"
One
could
hardly
say
that
the
feeling
you
mention
about
Fred
is
wrong
—
or
rather
,
mistaken
—
though
no
man
ought
to
make
a
claim
on
such
feeling
.
"
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
Caleb
,
"
it
's
a
secret
.
You
will
not
tell
Fred
.
"
"
Certainly
not
.
But
I
shall
carry
the
other
good
news
—
that
you
can
afford
the
loss
he
caused
you
.
"
Mr.
Farebrother
left
the
house
soon
after
,
and
seeing
Mary
in
the
orchard
with
Letty
,
went
to
say
good-by
to
her
.
They
made
a
pretty
picture
in
the
western
light
which
brought
out
the
brightness
of
the
apples
on
the
old
scant-leaved
boughs
—
Mary
in
her
lavender
gingham
and
black
ribbons
holding
a
basket
,
while
Letty
in
her
well-worn
nankin
picked
up
the
fallen
apples
.
If
you
want
to
know
more
particularly
how
Mary
looked
,
ten
to
one
you
will
see
a
face
like
hers
in
the
crowded
street
to-morrow
,
if
you
are
there
on
the
watch
:
she
will
not
be
among
those
daughters
of
Zion
who
are
haughty
,
and
walk
with
stretched-out
necks
and
wanton
eyes
,
mincing
as
they
go
:
let
all
those
pass
,
and
fix
your
eyes
on
some
small
plump
brownish
person
of
firm
but
quiet
carriage
,
who
looks
about
her
,
but
does
not
suppose
that
anybody
is
looking
at
her
.
If
she
has
a
broad
face
and
square
brow
,
well-marked
eyebrows
and
curly
dark
hair
,
a
certain
expression
of
amusement
in
her
glance
which
her
mouth
keeps
the
secret
of
,
and
for
the
rest
features
entirely
insignificant
—
take
that
ordinary
but
not
disagreeable
person
for
a
portrait
of
Mary
Garth
.
If
you
made
her
smile
,
she
would
show
you
perfect
little
teeth
;
if
you
made
her
angry
,
she
would
not
raise
her
voice
,
but
would
probably
say
one
of
the
bitterest
things
you
have
ever
tasted
the
flavour
of
;
if
you
did
her
a
kindness
,
she
would
never
forget
it
.
Mary
admired
the
keen-faced
handsome
little
Vicar
in
his
well-brushed
threadbare
clothes
more
than
any
man
she
had
had
the
opportunity
of
knowing
.
She
had
never
heard
him
say
a
foolish
thing
,
though
she
knew
that
he
did
unwise
ones
;
and
perhaps
foolish
sayings
were
more
objectionable
to
her
than
any
of
Mr.
Farebrother
's
unwise
doings
.
At
least
,
it
was
remarkable
that
the
actual
imperfections
of
the
Vicar
's
clerical
character
never
seemed
to
call
forth
the
same
scorn
and
dislike
which
she
showed
beforehand
for
the
predicted
imperfections
of
the
clerical
character
sustained
by
Fred
Vincy
.
These
irregularities
of
judgment
,
I
imagine
,
are
found
even
in
riper
minds
than
Mary
Garth
's
:
our
impartiality
is
kept
for
abstract
merit
and
demerit
,
which
none
of
us
ever
saw
.
Will
any
one
guess
towards
which
of
those
widely
different
men
Mary
had
the
peculiar
woman
's
tenderness
?
—
the
one
she
was
most
inclined
to
be
severe
on
,
or
the
contrary
?
"
Have
you
any
message
for
your
old
playfellow
,
Miss
Garth
?
"
said
the
Vicar
,
as
he
took
a
fragrant
apple
from
the
basket
which
she
held
towards
him
,
and
put
it
in
his
pocket
.
"
Something
to
soften
down
that
harsh
judgment
?
I
am
going
straight
to
see
him
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Mary
,
shaking
her
head
,
and
smiling
.
"
If
I
were
to
say
that
he
would
not
be
ridiculous
as
a
clergyman
,
I
must
say
that
he
would
be
something
worse
than
ridiculous
.
But
I
am
very
glad
to
hear
that
he
is
going
away
to
work
.
"
"
On
the
other
hand
,
I
am
very
glad
to
hear
that
you
are
not
going
away
to
work
.
My
mother
,
I
am
sure
,
will
be
all
the
happier
if
you
will
come
to
see
her
at
the
vicarage
:
you
know
she
is
fond
of
having
young
people
to
talk
to
,
and
she
has
a
great
deal
to
tell
about
old
times
.
You
will
really
be
doing
a
kindness
.
"
"
I
should
like
it
very
much
,
if
I
may
,
"
said
Mary
.
"
Everything
seems
too
happy
for
me
all
at
once
.
I
thought
it
would
always
be
part
of
my
life
to
long
for
home
,
and
losing
that
grievance
makes
me
feel
rather
empty
:
I
suppose
it
served
instead
of
sense
to
fill
up
my
mind
?
"
"
May
I
go
with
you
,
Mary
?
"
whispered
Letty
—
a
most
inconvenient
child
,
who
listened
to
everything
.
But
she
was
made
exultant
by
having
her
chin
pinched
and
her
cheek
kissed
by
Mr.
Farebrother
—
an
incident
which
she
narrated
to
her
mother
and
father
.
As
the
Vicar
walked
to
Lowick
,
any
one
watching
him
closely
might
have
seen
him
twice
shrug
his
shoulders
.
I
think
that
the
rare
Englishmen
who
have
this
gesture
are
never
of
the
heavy
type
—
for
fear
of
any
lumbering
instance
to
the
contrary
,
I
will
say
,
hardly
ever
;
they
have
usually
a
fine
temperament
and
much
tolerance
towards
the
smaller
errors
of
men
(
themselves
inclusive
)
.
The
Vicar
was
holding
an
inward
dialogue
in
which
he
told
himself
that
there
was
probably
something
more
between
Fred
and
Mary
Garth
than
the
regard
of
old
playfellows
,
and
replied
with
a
question
whether
that
bit
of
womanhood
were
not
a
great
deal
too
choice
for
that
crude
young
gentleman
.
The
rejoinder
to
this
was
the
first
shrug
.
Then
he
laughed
at
himself
for
being
likely
to
have
felt
jealous
,
as
if
he
had
been
a
man
able
to
marry
,
which
,
added
he
,
it
is
as
clear
as
any
balance-sheet
that
I
am
not
.
Whereupon
followed
the
second
shrug
.
What
could
two
men
,
so
different
from
each
other
,
see
in
this
"
brown
patch
,
"
as
Mary
called
herself
?
It
was
certainly
not
her
plainness
that
attracted
them
(
and
let
all
plain
young
ladies
be
warned
against
the
dangerous
encouragement
given
them
by
Society
to
confide
in
their
want
of
beauty
)
.
A
human
being
in
this
aged
nation
of
ours
is
a
very
wonderful
whole
,
the
slow
creation
of
long
interchanging
influences
:
and
charm
is
a
result
of
two
such
wholes
,
the
one
loving
and
the
one
loved
.
When
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Garth
were
sitting
alone
,
Caleb
said
,
"
Susan
,
guess
what
I
'm
thinking
of
.
"
"
The
rotation
of
crops
,
"
said
Mrs.
Garth
,
smiling
at
him
,
above
her
knitting
,
"
or
else
the
back-doors
of
the
Tipton
cottages
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Caleb
,
gravely
;
"
I
am
thinking
that
I
could
do
a
great
turn
for
Fred
Vincy
.
Christy
's
gone
,
Alfred
will
be
gone
soon
,
and
it
will
be
five
years
before
Jim
is
ready
to
take
to
business
.
I
shall
want
help
,
and
Fred
might
come
in
and
learn
the
nature
of
things
and
act
under
me
,
and
it
might
be
the
making
of
him
into
a
useful
man
,
if
he
gives
up
being
a
parson
.
What
do
you
think
?
"
"
I
think
,
there
is
hardly
anything
honest
that
his
family
would
object
to
more
,
"
said
Mrs.
Garth
,
decidedly
.
"
What
care
I
about
their
objecting
?
"
said
Caleb
,
with
a
sturdiness
which
he
was
apt
to
show
when
he
had
an
opinion
.
"
The
lad
is
of
age
and
must
get
his
bread
.
He
has
sense
enough
and
quickness
enough
;
he
likes
being
on
the
land
,
and
it
's
my
belief
that
he
could
learn
business
well
if
he
gave
his
mind
to
it
.
"
"
But
would
he
?
His
father
and
mother
wanted
him
to
be
a
fine
gentleman
,
and
I
think
he
has
the
same
sort
of
feeling
himself
.
They
all
think
us
beneath
them
.
And
if
the
proposal
came
from
you
,
I
am
sure
Mrs.
Vincy
would
say
that
we
wanted
Fred
for
Mary
.
"
"
Life
is
a
poor
tale
,
if
it
is
to
be
settled
by
nonsense
of
that
sort
,
"
said
Caleb
,
with
disgust
.
"
Yes
,
but
there
is
a
certain
pride
which
is
proper
,
Caleb
.
"
"
I
call
it
improper
pride
to
let
fools
'
notions
hinder
you
from
doing
a
good
action
.
There
's
no
sort
of
work
,
"
said
Caleb
,
with
fervor
,
putting
out
his
hand
and
moving
it
up
and
down
to
mark
his
emphasis
,
"
that
could
ever
be
done
well
,
if
you
minded
what
fools
say
.
You
must
have
it
inside
you
that
your
plan
is
right
,
and
that
plan
you
must
follow
.
"
"
I
will
not
oppose
any
plan
you
have
set
your
mind
on
,
Caleb
,
"
said
Mrs.
Garth
,
who
was
a
firm
woman
,
but
knew
that
there
were
some
points
on
which
her
mild
husband
was
yet
firmer
.
"
Still
,
it
seems
to
be
fixed
that
Fred
is
to
go
back
to
college
:
will
it
not
be
better
to
wait
and
see
what
he
will
choose
to
do
after
that
?
It
is
not
easy
to
keep
people
against
their
will
.
And
you
are
not
yet
quite
sure
enough
of
your
own
position
,
or
what
you
will
want
.
"
"
Well
,
it
may
be
better
to
wait
a
bit
.
But
as
to
my
getting
plenty
of
work
for
two
,
I
'm
pretty
sure
of
that
.
I
've
always
had
my
hands
full
with
scattered
things
,
and
there
's
always
something
fresh
turning
up
.
Why
,
only
yesterday
—
bless
me
,
I
do
n't
think
I
told
you
!
—
it
was
rather
odd
that
two
men
should
have
been
at
me
on
different
sides
to
do
the
same
bit
of
valuing
.
And
who
do
you
think
they
were
?
"
said
Caleb
,
taking
a
pinch
of
snuff
and
holding
it
up
between
his
fingers
,
as
if
it
were
a
part
of
his
exposition
.
He
was
fond
of
a
pinch
when
it
occurred
to
him
,
but
he
usually
forgot
that
this
indulgence
was
at
his
command
.
His
wife
held
down
her
knitting
and
looked
attentive
.
"
Why
,
that
Rigg
,
or
Rigg
Featherstone
,
was
one
.
But
Bulstrode
was
before
him
,
so
I
'm
going
to
do
it
for
Bulstrode
.
Whether
it
's
mortgage
or
purchase
they
're
going
for
,
I
ca
n't
tell
yet
.
"
"
Can
that
man
be
going
to
sell
the
land
just
left
him
—
which
he
has
taken
the
name
for
?
"
said
Mrs.
Garth
.
"
Deuce
knows
,
"
said
Caleb
,
who
never
referred
the
knowledge
of
discreditable
doings
to
any
higher
power
than
the
deuce
.
"
But
Bulstrode
has
long
been
wanting
to
get
a
handsome
bit
of
land
under
his
fingers
—
that
I
know
.
And
it
's
a
difficult
matter
to
get
,
in
this
part
of
the
country
.
"
Caleb
scattered
his
snuff
carefully
instead
of
taking
it
,
and
then
added
,
"
The
ins
and
outs
of
things
are
curious
.
Here
is
the
land
they
've
been
all
along
expecting
for
Fred
,
which
it
seems
the
old
man
never
meant
to
leave
him
a
foot
of
,
but
left
it
to
this
side-slip
of
a
son
that
he
kept
in
the
dark
,
and
thought
of
his
sticking
there
and
vexing
everybody
as
well
as
he
could
have
vexed
'
em
himself
if
he
could
have
kept
alive
.
I
say
,
it
would
be
curious
if
it
got
into
Bulstrode
's
hands
after
all
.
The
old
man
hated
him
,
and
never
would
bank
with
him
.
"
"
What
reason
could
the
miserable
creature
have
for
hating
a
man
whom
he
had
nothing
to
do
with
?
"
said
Mrs.
Garth
.
"
Pooh
!
where
's
the
use
of
asking
for
such
fellows
'
reasons
?
The
soul
of
man
,
"
said
Caleb
,
with
the
deep
tone
and
grave
shake
of
the
head
which
always
came
when
he
used
this
phrase
—
"
The
soul
of
man
,
when
it
gets
fairly
rotten
,
will
bear
you
all
sorts
of
poisonous
toad-stools
,
and
no
eye
can
see
whence
came
the
seed
thereof
.
"
It
was
one
of
Caleb
's
quaintnesses
,
that
in
his
difficulty
of
finding
speech
for
his
thought
,
he
caught
,
as
it
were
,
snatches
of
diction
which
he
associated
with
various
points
of
view
or
states
of
mind
;
and
whenever
he
had
a
feeling
of
awe
,
he
was
haunted
by
a
sense
of
Biblical
phraseology
,
though
he
could
hardly
have
given
a
strict
quotation
.
CHAPTER
XLI
.
By
swaggering
could
I
never
thrive
,
For
the
rain
it
raineth
every
day
.
—
Twelfth
Night
The
transactions
referred
to
by
Caleb
Garth
as
having
gone
forward
between
Mr.
Bulstrode
and
Mr.
Joshua
Rigg
Featherstone
concerning
the
land
attached
to
Stone
Court
,
had
occasioned
the
interchange
of
a
letter
or
two
between
these
personages
.
Who
shall
tell
what
may
be
the
effect
of
writing
?
If
it
happens
to
have
been
cut
in
stone
,
though
it
lie
face
down-most
for
ages
on
a
forsaken
beach
,
or
"
rest
quietly
under
the
drums
and
tramplings
of
many
conquests
,
"
it
may
end
by
letting
us
into
the
secret
of
usurpations
and
other
scandals
gossiped
about
long
empires
ago
:
—
this
world
being
apparently
a
huge
whispering-gallery
.
Such
conditions
are
often
minutely
represented
in
our
petty
lifetimes
.
As
the
stone
which
has
been
kicked
by
generations
of
clowns
may
come
by
curious
little
links
of
effect
under
the
eyes
of
a
scholar
,
through
whose
labours
it
may
at
last
fix
the
date
of
invasions
and
unlock
religions
,
so
a
bit
of
ink
and
paper
which
has
long
been
an
innocent
wrapping
or
stop-gap
may
at
last
be
laid
open
under
the
one
pair
of
eyes
which
have
knowledge
enough
to
turn
it
into
the
opening
of
a
catastrophe
.
To
Uriel
watching
the
progress
of
planetary
history
from
the
sun
,
the
one
result
would
be
just
as
much
of
a
coincidence
as
the
other
.
Having
made
this
rather
lofty
comparison
I
am
less
uneasy
in
calling
attention
to
the
existence
of
low
people
by
whose
interference
,
however
little
we
may
like
it
,
the
course
of
the
world
is
very
much
determined
.
It
would
be
well
,
certainly
,
if
we
could
help
to
reduce
their
number
,
and
something
might
perhaps
be
done
by
not
lightly
giving
occasion
to
their
existence
.
Socially
speaking
,
Joshua
Rigg
would
have
been
generally
pronounced
a
superfluity
.
But
those
who
like
Peter
Featherstone
never
had
a
copy
of
themselves
demanded
,
are
the
very
last
to
wait
for
such
a
request
either
in
prose
or
verse
.
The
copy
in
this
case
bore
more
of
outside
resemblance
to
the
mother
,
in
whose
sex
frog-features
,
accompanied
with
fresh-coloured
cheeks
and
a
well-rounded
figure
,
are
compatible
with
much
charm
for
a
certain
order
of
admirers
.
The
result
is
sometimes
a
frog-faced
male
,
desirable
,
surely
,
to
no
order
of
intelligent
beings
.
Especially
when
he
is
suddenly
brought
into
evidence
to
frustrate
other
people
's
expectations
—
the
very
lowest
aspect
in
which
a
social
superfluity
can
present
himself
.
But
Mr.
Rigg
Featherstone
's
low
characteristics
were
all
of
the
sober
,
water-drinking
kind
.
From
the
earliest
to
the
latest
hour
of
the
day
he
was
always
as
sleek
,
neat
,
and
cool
as
the
frog
he
resembled
,
and
old
Peter
had
secretly
chuckled
over
an
offshoot
almost
more
calculating
,
and
far
more
imperturbable
,
than
himself
.
I
will
add
that
his
finger-nails
were
scrupulously
attended
to
,
and
that
he
meant
to
marry
a
well-educated
young
lady
(
as
yet
unspecified
)
whose
person
was
good
,
and
whose
connections
,
in
a
solid
middle-class
way
,
were
undeniable
.
Thus
his
nails
and
modesty
were
comparable
to
those
of
most
gentlemen
;
though
his
ambition
had
been
educated
only
by
the
opportunities
of
a
clerk
and
accountant
in
the
smaller
commercial
houses
of
a
seaport
.
He
thought
the
rural
Featherstones
very
simple
absurd
people
,
and
they
in
their
turn
regarded
his
"
bringing
up
"
in
a
seaport
town
as
an
exaggeration
of
the
monstrosity
that
their
brother
Peter
,
and
still
more
Peter
's
property
,
should
have
had
such
belongings
.
The
garden
and
gravel
approach
,
as
seen
from
the
two
windows
of
the
wainscoted
parlor
at
Stone
Court
,
were
never
in
better
trim
than
now
,
when
Mr.
Rigg
Featherstone
stood
,
with
his
hands
behind
him
,
looking
out
on
these
grounds
as
their
master
.
But
it
seemed
doubtful
whether
he
looked
out
for
the
sake
of
contemplation
or
of
turning
his
back
to
a
person
who
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
with
his
legs
considerably
apart
and
his
hands
in
his
trouser-pockets
:
a
person
in
all
respects
a
contrast
to
the
sleek
and
cool
Rigg
.
He
was
a
man
obviously
on
the
way
towards
sixty
,
very
florid
and
hairy
,
with
much
gray
in
his
bushy
whiskers
and
thick
curly
hair
,
a
stoutish
body
which
showed
to
disadvantage
the
somewhat
worn
joinings
of
his
clothes
,
and
the
air
of
a
swaggerer
,
who
would
aim
at
being
noticeable
even
at
a
show
of
fireworks
,
regarding
his
own
remarks
on
any
other
person
's
performance
as
likely
to
be
more
interesting
than
the
performance
itself
.
His
name
was
John
Raffles
,
and
he
sometimes
wrote
jocosely
W.A.G.
after
his
signature
,
observing
when
he
did
so
,
that
he
was
once
taught
by
Leonard
Lamb
of
Finsbury
who
wrote
B.A.
after
his
name
,
and
that
he
,
Raffles
,
originated
the
witticism
of
calling
that
celebrated
principal
Ba-Lamb
.
Such
were
the
appearance
and
mental
flavour
of
Mr.
Raffles
,
both
of
which
seemed
to
have
a
stale
odor
of
travellers
'
rooms
in
the
commercial
hotels
of
that
period
.
"
Come
,
now
,
Josh
,
"
he
was
saying
,
in
a
full
rumbling
tone
,
"
look
at
it
in
this
light
:
here
is
your
poor
mother
going
into
the
vale
of
years
,
and
you
could
afford
something
handsome
now
to
make
her
comfortable
.
"
"
Not
while
you
live
.
Nothing
would
make
her
comfortable
while
you
live
,
"
returned
Rigg
,
in
his
cool
high
voice
.
"
What
I
give
her
,
you
'll
take
.
"
"
You
bear
me
a
grudge
,
Josh
,
that
I
know
.
But
come
,
now
—
as
between
man
and
man
—
without
humbug
—
a
little
capital
might
enable
me
to
make
a
first-rate
thing
of
the
shop
.
The
tobacco
trade
is
growing
.
I
should
cut
my
own
nose
off
in
not
doing
the
best
I
could
at
it
.
I
should
stick
to
it
like
a
flea
to
a
fleece
for
my
own
sake
.
I
should
always
be
on
the
spot
.
And
nothing
would
make
your
poor
mother
so
happy
.
I
've
pretty
well
done
with
my
wild
oats
—
turned
fifty-five
.
I
want
to
settle
down
in
my
chimney-corner
.
And
if
I
once
buckled
to
the
tobacco
trade
,
I
could
bring
an
amount
of
brains
and
experience
to
bear
on
it
that
would
not
be
found
elsewhere
in
a
hurry
.
I
do
n't
want
to
be
bothering
you
one
time
after
another
,
but
to
get
things
once
for
all
into
the
right
channel
.
Consider
that
,
Josh
—
as
between
man
and
man
—
and
with
your
poor
mother
to
be
made
easy
for
her
life
.
I
was
always
fond
of
the
old
woman
,
by
Jove
!
"
"
Have
you
done
?
"
said
Mr.
Rigg
,
quietly
,
without
looking
away
from
the
window
.
"
Yes
,
I
'
ve
done
,
"
said
Raffles
,
taking
hold
of
his
hat
which
stood
before
him
on
the
table
,
and
giving
it
a
sort
of
oratorical
push
.
"
Then
just
listen
to
me
.
The
more
you
say
anything
,
the
less
I
shall
believe
it
.
The
more
you
want
me
to
do
a
thing
,
the
more
reason
I
shall
have
for
never
doing
it
.
Do
you
think
I
mean
to
forget
your
kicking
me
when
I
was
a
lad
,
and
eating
all
the
best
victual
away
from
me
and
my
mother
?
Do
you
think
I
forget
your
always
coming
home
to
sell
and
pocket
everything
,
and
going
off
again
leaving
us
in
the
lurch
?
I
should
be
glad
to
see
you
whipped
at
the
cart-tail
.
My
mother
was
a
fool
to
you
:
she
'd
no
right
to
give
me
a
father-in-law
,
and
she
's
been
punished
for
it
.
She
shall
have
her
weekly
allowance
paid
and
no
more
:
and
that
shall
be
stopped
if
you
dare
to
come
on
to
these
premises
again
,
or
to
come
into
this
country
after
me
again
.
The
next
time
you
show
yourself
inside
the
gates
here
,
you
shall
be
driven
off
with
the
dogs
and
the
wagoner
's
whip
.
"
As
Rigg
pronounced
the
last
words
he
turned
round
and
looked
at
Raffles
with
his
prominent
frozen
eyes
.
The
contrast
was
as
striking
as
it
could
have
been
eighteen
years
before
,
when
Rigg
was
a
most
unengaging
kickable
boy
,
and
Raffles
was
the
rather
thick-set
Adonis
of
bar-rooms
and
back-parlors
.
But
the
advantage
now
was
on
the
side
of
Rigg
,
and
auditors
of
this
conversation
might
probably
have
expected
that
Raffles
would
retire
with
the
air
of
a
defeated
dog
.
Not
at
all
.
He
made
a
grimace
which
was
habitual
with
him
whenever
he
was
"
out
"
in
a
game
;
then
subsided
into
a
laugh
,
and
drew
a
brandy-flask
from
his
pocket
.
"
Come
,
Josh
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
cajoling
tone
,
"
give
us
a
spoonful
of
brandy
,
and
a
sovereign
to
pay
the
way
back
,
and
I
'll
go
.
honour
bright
!
I
'll
go
like
a
bullet
,
by
Jove
!
"
"
Mind
,
"
said
Rigg
,
drawing
out
a
bunch
of
keys
,
"
if
I
ever
see
you
again
,
I
sha
n't
speak
to
you
.
I
do
n't
own
you
any
more
than
if
I
saw
a
crow
;
and
if
you
want
to
own
me
you
'll
get
nothing
by
it
but
a
character
for
being
what
you
are
—
a
spiteful
,
brassy
,
bullying
rogue
.
"
"
That
's
a
pity
,
now
,
Josh
,
"
said
Raffles
,
affecting
to
scratch
his
head
and
wrinkle
his
brows
upward
as
if
he
were
nonplussed
.
"
I
'm
very
fond
of
you
;
by
Jove
,
I
am
!
There
's
nothing
I
like
better
than
plaguing
you
—
you
're
so
like
your
mother
,
and
I
must
do
without
it
.
But
the
brandy
and
the
sovereign
's
a
bargain
.
"
He
jerked
forward
the
flask
and
Rigg
went
to
a
fine
old
oaken
bureau
with
his
keys
.
But
Raffles
had
reminded
himself
by
his
movement
with
the
flask
that
it
had
become
dangerously
loose
from
its
leather
covering
,
and
catching
sight
of
a
folded
paper
which
had
fallen
within
the
fender
,
he
took
it
up
and
shoved
it
under
the
leather
so
as
to
make
the
glass
firm
.
By
that
time
Rigg
came
forward
with
a
brandy-bottle
,
filled
the
flask
,
and
handed
Raffles
a
sovereign
,
neither
looking
at
him
nor
speaking
to
him
.
After
locking
up
the
bureau
again
,
he
walked
to
the
window
and
gazed
out
as
impassibly
as
he
had
done
at
the
beginning
of
the
interview
,
while
Raffles
took
a
small
allowance
from
the
flask
,
screwed
it
up
,
and
deposited
it
in
his
side-pocket
,
with
provoking
slowness
,
making
a
grimace
at
his
stepson
's
back
.
"
Farewell
,
Josh
—
and
if
forever
!
"
said
Raffles
,
turning
back
his
head
as
he
opened
the
door
.
Rigg
saw
him
leave
the
grounds
and
enter
the
lane
.
The
gray
day
had
turned
to
a
light
drizzling
rain
,
which
freshened
the
hedgerows
and
the
grassy
borders
of
the
by-roads
,
and
hastened
the
labourers
who
were
loading
the
last
shocks
of
corn
.
Raffles
,
walking
with
the
uneasy
gait
of
a
town
loiterer
obliged
to
do
a
bit
of
country
journeying
on
foot
,
looked
as
incongruous
amid
this
moist
rural
quiet
and
industry
as
if
he
had
been
a
baboon
escaped
from
a
menagerie
.
But
there
were
none
to
stare
at
him
except
the
long-weaned
calves
,
and
none
to
show
dislike
of
his
appearance
except
the
little
water-rats
which
rustled
away
at
his
approach
.
He
was
fortunate
enough
when
he
got
on
to
the
highroad
to
be
overtaken
by
the
stage-coach
,
which
carried
him
to
Brassing
;
and
there
he
took
the
new-made
railway
,
observing
to
his
fellow-passengers
that
he
considered
it
pretty
well
seasoned
now
it
had
done
for
Huskisson
.
Mr.
Raffles
on
most
occasions
kept
up
the
sense
of
having
been
educated
at
an
academy
,
and
being
able
,
if
he
chose
,
to
pass
well
everywhere
;
indeed
,
there
was
not
one
of
his
fellow-men
whom
he
did
not
feel
himself
in
a
position
to
ridicule
and
torment
,
confident
of
the
entertainment
which
he
thus
gave
to
all
the
rest
of
the
company
.
He
played
this
part
now
with
as
much
spirit
as
if
his
journey
had
been
entirely
successful
,
resorting
at
frequent
intervals
to
his
flask
.
The
paper
with
which
he
had
wedged
it
was
a
letter
signed
Nicholas
Bulstrode
,
but
Raffles
was
not
likely
to
disturb
it
from
its
present
useful
position
.
CHAPTER
XLII
.
How
much
,
methinks
,
I
could
despise
this
man
Were
I
not
bound
in
charity
against
it
!
—
SHAKESPEARE
:
Henry
VIII
.
One
of
the
professional
calls
made
by
Lydgate
soon
after
his
return
from
his
wedding-journey
was
to
Lowick
Manor
,
in
consequence
of
a
letter
which
had
requested
him
to
fix
a
time
for
his
visit
.
Mr.
Casaubon
had
never
put
any
question
concerning
the
nature
of
his
illness
to
Lydgate
,
nor
had
he
even
to
Dorothea
betrayed
any
anxiety
as
to
how
far
it
might
be
likely
to
cut
short
his
labours
or
his
life
.
On
this
point
,
as
on
all
others
,
he
shrank
from
pity
;
and
if
the
suspicion
of
being
pitied
for
anything
in
his
lot
surmised
or
known
in
spite
of
himself
was
embittering
,
the
idea
of
calling
forth
a
show
of
compassion
by
frankly
admitting
an
alarm
or
a
sorrow
was
necessarily
intolerable
to
him
.
Every
proud
mind
knows
something
of
this
experience
,
and
perhaps
it
is
only
to
be
overcome
by
a
sense
of
fellowship
deep
enough
to
make
all
efforts
at
isolation
seem
mean
and
petty
instead
of
exalting
.
But
Mr.
Casaubon
was
now
brooding
over
something
through
which
the
question
of
his
health
and
life
haunted
his
silence
with
a
more
harassing
importunity
even
than
through
the
autumnal
unripeness
of
his
authorship
.
It
is
true
that
this
last
might
be
called
his
central
ambition
;
but
there
are
some
kinds
of
authorship
in
which
by
far
the
largest
result
is
the
uneasy
susceptibility
accumulated
in
the
consciousness
of
the
author
—
one
knows
of
the
river
by
a
few
streaks
amid
a
long-gathered
deposit
of
uncomfortable
mud
.
That
was
the
way
with
Mr.
Casaubon
's
hard
intellectual
labours
.
Their
most
characteristic
result
was
not
the
"
Key
to
all
Mythologies
,
"
but
a
morbid
consciousness
that
others
did
not
give
him
the
place
which
he
had
not
demonstrably
merited
—
a
perpetual
suspicious
conjecture
that
the
views
entertained
of
him
were
not
to
his
advantage
—
a
melancholy
absence
of
passion
in
his
efforts
at
achievement
,
and
a
passionate
resistance
to
the
confession
that
he
had
achieved
nothing
.
Thus
his
intellectual
ambition
which
seemed
to
others
to
have
absorbed
and
dried
him
,
was
really
no
security
against
wounds
,
least
of
all
against
those
which
came
from
Dorothea
.
And
he
had
begun
now
to
frame
possibilities
for
the
future
which
were
somehow
more
embittering
to
him
than
anything
his
mind
had
dwelt
on
before
.
Against
certain
facts
he
was
helpless
:
against
Will
Ladislaw
's
existence
,
his
defiant
stay
in
the
neighborhood
of
Lowick
,
and
his
flippant
state
of
mind
with
regard
to
the
possessors
of
authentic
,
well-stamped
erudition
:
against
Dorothea
's
nature
,
always
taking
on
some
new
shape
of
ardent
activity
,
and
even
in
submission
and
silence
covering
fervid
reasons
which
it
was
an
irritation
to
think
of
:
against
certain
notions
and
likings
which
had
taken
possession
of
her
mind
in
relation
to
subjects
that
he
could
not
possibly
discuss
with
her
.
There
was
no
denying
that
Dorothea
was
as
virtuous
and
lovely
a
young
lady
as
he
could
have
obtained
for
a
wife
;
but
a
young
lady
turned
out
to
be
something
more
troublesome
than
he
had
conceived
.
She
nursed
him
,
she
read
to
him
,
she
anticipated
his
wants
,
and
was
solicitous
about
his
feelings
;
but
there
had
entered
into
the
husband
's
mind
the
certainty
that
she
judged
him
,
and
that
her
wifely
devotedness
was
like
a
penitential
expiation
of
unbelieving
thoughts
—
was
accompanied
with
a
power
of
comparison
by
which
himself
and
his
doings
were
seen
too
luminously
as
a
part
of
things
in
general
.
His
discontent
passed
vapor-like
through
all
her
gentle
loving
manifestations
,
and
clung
to
that
inappreciative
world
which
she
had
only
brought
nearer
to
him
.
Poor
Mr.
Casaubon
!
This
suffering
was
the
harder
to
bear
because
it
seemed
like
a
betrayal
:
the
young
creature
who
had
worshipped
him
with
perfect
trust
had
quickly
turned
into
the
critical
wife
;
and
early
instances
of
criticism
and
resentment
had
made
an
impression
which
no
tenderness
and
submission
afterwards
could
remove
.
To
his
suspicious
interpretation
Dorothea
's
silence
now
was
a
suppressed
rebellion
;
a
remark
from
her
which
he
had
not
in
any
way
anticipated
was
an
assertion
of
conscious
superiority
;
her
gentle
answers
had
an
irritating
cautiousness
in
them
;
and
when
she
acquiesced
it
was
a
self-approved
effort
of
forbearance
.
The
tenacity
with
which
he
strove
to
hide
this
inward
drama
made
it
the
more
vivid
for
him
;
as
we
hear
with
the
more
keenness
what
we
wish
others
not
to
hear
.
Instead
of
wondering
at
this
result
of
misery
in
Mr.
Casaubon
,
I
think
it
quite
ordinary
.
Will
not
a
tiny
speck
very
close
to
our
vision
blot
out
the
glory
of
the
world
,
and
leave
only
a
margin
by
which
we
see
the
blot
?
I
know
no
speck
so
troublesome
as
self
.
And
who
,
if
Mr.
Casaubon
had
chosen
to
expound
his
discontents
—
his
suspicions
that
he
was
not
any
longer
adored
without
criticism
—
could
have
denied
that
they
were
founded
on
good
reasons
?
On
the
contrary
,
there
was
a
strong
reason
to
be
added
,
which
he
had
not
himself
taken
explicitly
into
account
—
namely
,
that
he
was
not
unmixedly
adorable
.
He
suspected
this
,
however
,
as
he
suspected
other
things
,
without
confessing
it
,
and
like
the
rest
of
us
,
felt
how
soothing
it
would
have
been
to
have
a
companion
who
would
never
find
it
out
.
This
sore
susceptibility
in
relation
to
Dorothea
was
thoroughly
prepared
before
Will
Ladislaw
had
returned
to
Lowick
,
and
what
had
occurred
since
then
had
brought
Mr.
Casaubon
's
power
of
suspicious
construction
into
exasperated
activity
.
To
all
the
facts
which
he
knew
,
he
added
imaginary
facts
both
present
and
future
which
became
more
real
to
him
than
those
because
they
called
up
a
stronger
dislike
,
a
more
predominating
bitterness
.
Suspicion
and
jealousy
of
Will
Ladislaw
's
intentions
,
suspicion
and
jealousy
of
Dorothea
's
impressions
,
were
constantly
at
their
weaving
work
.
It
would
be
quite
unjust
to
him
to
suppose
that
he
could
have
entered
into
any
coarse
misinterpretation
of
Dorothea
:
his
own
habits
of
mind
and
conduct
,
quite
as
much
as
the
open
elevation
of
her
nature
,
saved
him
from
any
such
mistake
.
What
he
was
jealous
of
was
her
opinion
,
the
sway
that
might
be
given
to
her
ardent
mind
in
its
judgments
,
and
the
future
possibilities
to
which
these
might
lead
her
.
As
to
Will
,
though
until
his
last
defiant
letter
he
had
nothing
definite
which
he
would
choose
formally
to
allege
against
him
,
he
felt
himself
warranted
in
believing
that
he
was
capable
of
any
design
which
could
fascinate
a
rebellious
temper
and
an
undisciplined
impulsiveness
.
He
was
quite
sure
that
Dorothea
was
the
cause
of
Will
's
return
from
Rome
,
and
his
determination
to
settle
in
the
neighborhood
;
and
he
was
penetrating
enough
to
imagine
that
Dorothea
had
innocently
encouraged
this
course
.
It
was
as
clear
as
possible
that
she
was
ready
to
be
attached
to
Will
and
to
be
pliant
to
his
suggestions
:
they
had
never
had
a
tete-a-tete
without
her
bringing
away
from
it
some
new
troublesome
impression
,
and
the
last
interview
that
Mr.
Casaubon
was
aware
of
(
Dorothea
,
on
returning
from
Freshitt
Hall
,
had
for
the
first
time
been
silent
about
having
seen
Will
)
had
led
to
a
scene
which
roused
an
angrier
feeling
against
them
both
than
he
had
ever
known
before
.
Dorothea
's
outpouring
of
her
notions
about
money
,
in
the
darkness
of
the
night
,
had
done
nothing
but
bring
a
mixture
of
more
odious
foreboding
into
her
husband
's
mind
.
And
there
was
the
shock
lately
given
to
his
health
always
sadly
present
with
him
.
He
was
certainly
much
revived
;
he
had
recovered
all
his
usual
power
of
work
:
the
illness
might
have
been
mere
fatigue
,
and
there
might
still
be
twenty
years
of
achievement
before
him
,
which
would
justify
the
thirty
years
of
preparation
.
That
prospect
was
made
the
sweeter
by
a
flavour
of
vengeance
against
the
hasty
sneers
of
Carp
+
Company
;
for
even
when
Mr.
Casaubon
was
carrying
his
taper
among
the
tombs
of
the
past
,
those
modern
figures
came
athwart
the
dim
light
,
and
interrupted
his
diligent
exploration
.
To
convince
Carp
of
his
mistake
,
so
that
he
would
have
to
eat
his
own
words
with
a
good
deal
of
indigestion
,
would
be
an
agreeable
accident
of
triumphant
authorship
,
which
the
prospect
of
living
to
future
ages
on
earth
and
to
all
eternity
in
heaven
could
not
exclude
from
contemplation
.
Since
,
thus
,
the
prevision
of
his
own
unending
bliss
could
not
nullify
the
bitter
savours
of
irritated
jealousy
and
vindictiveness
,
it
is
the
less
surprising
that
the
probability
of
a
transient
earthly
bliss
for
other
persons
,
when
he
himself
should
have
entered
into
glory
,
had
not
a
potently
sweetening
effect
.
If
the
truth
should
be
that
some
undermining
disease
was
at
work
within
him
,
there
might
be
large
opportunity
for
some
people
to
be
the
happier
when
he
was
gone
;
and
if
one
of
those
people
should
be
Will
Ladislaw
,
Mr.
Casaubon
objected
so
strongly
that
it
seemed
as
if
the
annoyance
would
make
part
of
his
disembodied
existence
.
This
is
a
very
bare
and
therefore
a
very
incomplete
way
of
putting
the
case
.
The
human
soul
moves
in
many
channels
,
and
Mr.
Casaubon
,
we
know
,
had
a
sense
of
rectitude
and
an
honourable
pride
in
satisfying
the
requirements
of
honour
,
which
compelled
him
to
find
other
reasons
for
his
conduct
than
those
of
jealousy
and
vindictiveness
.
The
way
in
which
Mr.
Casaubon
put
the
case
was
this
:
—
"
In
marrying
Dorothea
Brooke
I
had
to
care
for
her
well-being
in
case
of
my
death
.
But
well-being
is
not
to
be
secured
by
ample
,
independent
possession
of
property
;
on
the
contrary
,
occasions
might
arise
in
which
such
possession
might
expose
her
to
the
more
danger
.
She
is
ready
prey
to
any
man
who
knows
how
to
play
adroitly
either
on
her
affectionate
ardor
or
her
Quixotic
enthusiasm
;
and
a
man
stands
by
with
that
very
intention
in
his
mind
—
a
man
with
no
other
principle
than
transient
caprice
,
and
who
has
a
personal
animosity
towards
me
—
I
am
sure
of
it
—
an
animosity
which
is
fed
by
the
consciousness
of
his
ingratitude
,
and
which
he
has
constantly
vented
in
ridicule
of
which
I
am
as
well
assured
as
if
I
had
heard
it
.
Even
if
I
live
I
shall
not
be
without
uneasiness
as
to
what
he
may
attempt
through
indirect
influence
.
This
man
has
gained
Dorothea
's
ear
:
he
has
fascinated
her
attention
;
he
has
evidently
tried
to
impress
her
mind
with
the
notion
that
he
has
claims
beyond
anything
I
have
done
for
him
.
If
I
die
—
and
he
is
waiting
here
on
the
watch
for
that
—
he
will
persuade
her
to
marry
him
.
That
would
be
calamity
for
her
and
success
for
him
.
She
would
not
think
it
calamity
:
he
would
make
her
believe
anything
;
she
has
a
tendency
to
immoderate
attachment
which
she
inwardly
reproaches
me
for
not
responding
to
,
and
already
her
mind
is
occupied
with
his
fortunes
.
He
thinks
of
an
easy
conquest
and
of
entering
into
my
nest
.
That
I
will
hinder
!
Such
a
marriage
would
be
fatal
to
Dorothea
.
Has
he
ever
persisted
in
anything
except
from
contradiction
?
In
knowledge
he
has
always
tried
to
be
showy
at
small
cost
.
In
religion
he
could
be
,
as
long
as
it
suited
him
,
the
facile
echo
of
Dorothea
's
vagaries
.
When
was
sciolism
ever
dissociated
from
laxity
?
I
utterly
distrust
his
morals
,
and
it
is
my
duty
to
hinder
to
the
utmost
the
fulfilment
of
his
designs
.
"
The
arrangements
made
by
Mr.
Casaubon
on
his
marriage
left
strong
measures
open
to
him
,
but
in
ruminating
on
them
his
mind
inevitably
dwelt
so
much
on
the
probabilities
of
his
own
life
that
the
longing
to
get
the
nearest
possible
calculation
had
at
last
overcome
his
proud
reticence
,
and
had
determined
him
to
ask
Lydgate
's
opinion
as
to
the
nature
of
his
illness
.
He
had
mentioned
to
Dorothea
that
Lydgate
was
coming
by
appointment
at
half-past
three
,
and
in
answer
to
her
anxious
question
,
whether
he
had
felt
ill
,
replied
,
—
"
No
,
I
merely
wish
to
have
his
opinion
concerning
some
habitual
symptoms
.
You
need
not
see
him
,
my
dear
.
I
shall
give
orders
that
he
may
be
sent
to
me
in
the
Yew-tree
Walk
,
where
I
shall
be
taking
my
usual
exercise
.
"
When
Lydgate
entered
the
Yew-tree
Walk
he
saw
Mr.
Casaubon
slowly
receding
with
his
hands
behind
him
according
to
his
habit
,
and
his
head
bent
forward
.
It
was
a
lovely
afternoon
;
the
leaves
from
the
lofty
limes
were
falling
silently
across
the
sombre
evergreens
,
while
the
lights
and
shadows
slept
side
by
side
:
there
was
no
sound
but
the
cawing
of
the
rooks
,
which
to
the
accustomed
ear
is
a
lullaby
,
or
that
last
solemn
lullaby
,
a
dirge
.
Lydgate
,
conscious
of
an
energetic
frame
in
its
prime
,
felt
some
compassion
when
the
figure
which
he
was
likely
soon
to
overtake
turned
round
,
and
in
advancing
towards
him
showed
more
markedly
than
ever
the
signs
of
premature
age
—
the
student
's
bent
shoulders
,
the
emaciated
limbs
,
and
the
melancholy
lines
of
the
mouth
.
"
Poor
fellow
,
"
he
thought
,
"
some
men
with
his
years
are
like
lions
;
one
can
tell
nothing
of
their
age
except
that
they
are
full
grown
.
"
"
Mr.
Lydgate
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
with
his
invariably
polite
air
,
"
I
am
exceedingly
obliged
to
you
for
your
punctuality
.
We
will
,
if
you
please
,
carry
on
our
conversation
in
walking
to
and
fro
.
"
"
I
hope
your
wish
to
see
me
is
not
due
to
the
return
of
unpleasant
symptoms
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
filling
up
a
pause
.
"
Not
immediately
—
no.
In
order
to
account
for
that
wish
I
must
mention
—
what
it
were
otherwise
needless
to
refer
to
—
that
my
life
,
on
all
collateral
accounts
insignificant
,
derives
a
possible
importance
from
the
incompleteness
of
labours
which
have
extended
through
all
its
best
years
.
In
short
,
I
have
long
had
on
hand
a
work
which
I
would
fain
leave
behind
me
in
such
a
state
,
at
least
,
that
it
might
be
committed
to
the
press
by
—
others
.
Were
I
assured
that
this
is
the
utmost
I
can
reasonably
expect
,
that
assurance
would
be
a
useful
circumscription
of
my
attempts
,
and
a
guide
in
both
the
positive
and
negative
determination
of
my
course
.
"
Here
Mr.
Casaubon
paused
,
removed
one
hand
from
his
back
and
thrust
it
between
the
buttons
of
his
single-breasted
coat
.
To
a
mind
largely
instructed
in
the
human
destiny
hardly
anything
could
be
more
interesting
than
the
inward
conflict
implied
in
his
formal
measured
address
,
delivered
with
the
usual
sing-song
and
motion
of
the
head
.
Nay
,
are
there
many
situations
more
sublimely
tragic
than
the
struggle
of
the
soul
with
the
demand
to
renounce
a
work
which
has
been
all
the
significance
of
its
life
—
a
significance
which
is
to
vanish
as
the
waters
which
come
and
go
where
no
man
has
need
of
them
?
But
there
was
nothing
to
strike
others
as
sublime
about
Mr.
Casaubon
,
and
Lydgate
,
who
had
some
contempt
at
hand
for
futile
scholarship
,
felt
a
little
amusement
mingling
with
his
pity
.
He
was
at
present
too
ill
acquainted
with
disaster
to
enter
into
the
pathos
of
a
lot
where
everything
is
below
the
level
of
tragedy
except
the
passionate
egoism
of
the
sufferer
.
"
You
refer
to
the
possible
hindrances
from
want
of
health
?
"
he
said
,
wishing
to
help
forward
Mr.
Casaubon
's
purpose
,
which
seemed
to
be
clogged
by
some
hesitation
.
"
I
do
.
You
have
not
implied
to
me
that
the
symptoms
which
—
I
am
bound
to
testify
—
you
watched
with
scrupulous
care
,
were
those
of
a
fatal
disease
.
But
were
it
so
,
Mr.
Lydgate
,
I
should
desire
to
know
the
truth
without
reservation
,
and
I
appeal
to
you
for
an
exact
statement
of
your
conclusions
:
I
request
it
as
a
friendly
service
.
If
you
can
tell
me
that
my
life
is
not
threatened
by
anything
else
than
ordinary
casualties
,
I
shall
rejoice
,
on
grounds
which
I
have
already
indicated
.
If
not
,
knowledge
of
the
truth
is
even
more
important
to
me
.
"
"
Then
I
can
no
longer
hesitate
as
to
my
course
,
"
said
Lydgate
;
"
but
the
first
thing
I
must
impress
on
you
is
that
my
conclusions
are
doubly
uncertain
—
uncertain
not
only
because
of
my
fallibility
,
but
because
diseases
of
the
heart
are
eminently
difficult
to
found
predictions
on
.
In
any
case
,
one
can
hardly
increase
appreciably
the
tremendous
uncertainty
of
life
.
"
Mr.
Casaubon
winced
perceptibly
,
but
bowed
.
"
I
believe
that
you
are
suffering
from
what
is
called
fatty
degeneration
of
the
heart
,
a
disease
which
was
first
divined
and
explored
by
Laennec
,
the
man
who
gave
us
the
stethoscope
,
not
so
very
many
years
ago
.
A
good
deal
of
experience
—
a
more
lengthened
observation
—
is
wanting
on
the
subject
.
But
after
what
you
have
said
,
it
is
my
duty
to
tell
you
that
death
from
this
disease
is
often
sudden
.
At
the
same
time
,
no
such
result
can
be
predicted
.
Your
condition
may
be
consistent
with
a
tolerably
comfortable
life
for
another
fifteen
years
,
or
even
more
.
I
could
add
no
information
to
this
beyond
anatomical
or
medical
details
,
which
would
leave
expectation
at
precisely
the
same
point
.
"
Lydgate
's
instinct
was
fine
enough
to
tell
him
that
plain
speech
,
quite
free
from
ostentatious
caution
,
would
be
felt
by
Mr.
Casaubon
as
a
tribute
of
respect
.
"
I
thank
you
,
Mr.
Lydgate
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
after
a
moment
's
pause
.
"
One
thing
more
I
have
still
to
ask
:
did
you
communicate
what
you
have
now
told
me
to
Mrs.
Casaubon
?
"
"
Partly
—
I
mean
,
as
to
the
possible
issues
.
"
Lydgate
was
going
to
explain
why
he
had
told
Dorothea
,
but
Mr.
Casaubon
,
with
an
unmistakable
desire
to
end
the
conversation
,
waved
his
hand
slightly
,
and
said
again
,
"
I
thank
you
,
"
proceeding
to
remark
on
the
rare
beauty
of
the
day
.
Lydgate
,
certain
that
his
patient
wished
to
be
alone
,
soon
left
him
;
and
the
black
figure
with
hands
behind
and
head
bent
forward
continued
to
pace
the
walk
where
the
dark
yew-trees
gave
him
a
mute
companionship
in
melancholy
,
and
the
little
shadows
of
bird
or
leaf
that
fleeted
across
the
isles
of
sunlight
,
stole
along
in
silence
as
in
the
presence
of
a
sorrow
.
Here
was
a
man
who
now
for
the
first
time
found
himself
looking
into
the
eyes
of
death
—
who
was
passing
through
one
of
those
rare
moments
of
experience
when
we
feel
the
truth
of
a
commonplace
,
which
is
as
different
from
what
we
call
knowing
it
,
as
the
vision
of
waters
upon
the
earth
is
different
from
the
delirious
vision
of
the
water
which
cannot
be
had
to
cool
the
burning
tongue
.
When
the
commonplace
"
We
must
all
die
"
transforms
itself
suddenly
into
the
acute
consciousness
"
I
must
die
—
and
soon
,
"
then
death
grapples
us
,
and
his
fingers
are
cruel
;
afterwards
,
he
may
come
to
fold
us
in
his
arms
as
our
mother
did
,
and
our
last
moment
of
dim
earthly
discerning
may
be
like
the
first
.
To
Mr.
Casaubon
now
,
it
was
as
if
he
suddenly
found
himself
on
the
dark
river-brink
and
heard
the
plash
of
the
oncoming
oar
,
not
discerning
the
forms
,
but
expecting
the
summons
.
In
such
an
hour
the
mind
does
not
change
its
lifelong
bias
,
but
carries
it
onward
in
imagination
to
the
other
side
of
death
,
gazing
backward
—
perhaps
with
the
divine
calm
of
beneficence
,
perhaps
with
the
petty
anxieties
of
self-assertion
.
What
was
Mr.
Casaubon
's
bias
his
acts
will
give
us
a
clew
to
.
He
held
himself
to
be
,
with
some
private
scholarly
reservations
,
a
believing
Christian
,
as
to
estimates
of
the
present
and
hopes
of
the
future
.
But
what
we
strive
to
gratify
,
though
we
may
call
it
a
distant
hope
,
is
an
immediate
desire
:
the
future
estate
for
which
men
drudge
up
city
alleys
exists
already
in
their
imagination
and
love
.
And
Mr.
Casaubon
's
immediate
desire
was
not
for
divine
communion
and
light
divested
of
earthly
conditions
;
his
passionate
longings
,
poor
man
,
clung
low
and
mist-like
in
very
shady
places
.
Dorothea
had
been
aware
when
Lydgate
had
ridden
away
,
and
she
had
stepped
into
the
garden
,
with
the
impulse
to
go
at
once
to
her
husband
.
But
she
hesitated
,
fearing
to
offend
him
by
obtruding
herself
;
for
her
ardor
,
continually
repulsed
,
served
,
with
her
intense
memory
,
to
heighten
her
dread
,
as
thwarted
energy
subsides
into
a
shudder
;
and
she
wandered
slowly
round
the
nearer
clumps
of
trees
until
she
saw
him
advancing
.
Then
she
went
towards
him
,
and
might
have
represented
a
heaven-sent
angel
coming
with
a
promise
that
the
short
hours
remaining
should
yet
be
filled
with
that
faithful
love
which
clings
the
closer
to
a
comprehended
grief
.
His
glance
in
reply
to
hers
was
so
chill
that
she
felt
her
timidity
increased
;
yet
she
turned
and
passed
her
hand
through
his
arm
.
Mr.
Casaubon
kept
his
hands
behind
him
and
allowed
her
pliant
arm
to
cling
with
difficulty
against
his
rigid
arm
.
There
was
something
horrible
to
Dorothea
in
the
sensation
which
this
unresponsive
hardness
inflicted
on
her
.
That
is
a
strong
word
,
but
not
too
strong
:
it
is
in
these
acts
called
trivialities
that
the
seeds
of
joy
are
forever
wasted
,
until
men
and
women
look
round
with
haggard
faces
at
the
devastation
their
own
waste
has
made
,
and
say
,
the
earth
bears
no
harvest
of
sweetness
—
calling
their
denial
knowledge
.
You
may
ask
why
,
in
the
name
of
manliness
,
Mr.
Casaubon
should
have
behaved
in
that
way
.
Consider
that
his
was
a
mind
which
shrank
from
pity
:
have
you
ever
watched
in
such
a
mind
the
effect
of
a
suspicion
that
what
is
pressing
it
as
a
grief
may
be
really
a
source
of
contentment
,
either
actual
or
future
,
to
the
being
who
already
offends
by
pitying
?
Besides
,
he
knew
little
of
Dorothea
's
sensations
,
and
had
not
reflected
that
on
such
an
occasion
as
the
present
they
were
comparable
in
strength
to
his
own
sensibilities
about
Carp
's
criticisms
.
Dorothea
did
not
withdraw
her
arm
,
but
she
could
not
venture
to
speak
.
Mr.
Casaubon
did
not
say
,
"
I
wish
to
be
alone
,
"
but
he
directed
his
steps
in
silence
towards
the
house
,
and
as
they
entered
by
the
glass
door
on
this
eastern
side
,
Dorothea
withdrew
her
arm
and
lingered
on
the
matting
,
that
she
might
leave
her
husband
quite
free
.
He
entered
the
library
and
shut
himself
in
,
alone
with
his
sorrow
.
She
went
up
to
her
boudoir
.
The
open
bow-window
let
in
the
serene
glory
of
the
afternoon
lying
in
the
avenue
,
where
the
lime-trees
cast
long
shadows
.
But
Dorothea
knew
nothing
of
the
scene
.
She
threw
herself
on
a
chair
,
not
heeding
that
she
was
in
the
dazzling
sun-rays
:
if
there
were
discomfort
in
that
,
how
could
she
tell
that
it
was
not
part
of
her
inward
misery
?
She
was
in
the
reaction
of
a
rebellious
anger
stronger
than
any
she
had
felt
since
her
marriage
.
Instead
of
tears
there
came
words
:
—
"
What
have
I
done
—
what
am
I
—
that
he
should
treat
me
so
?
He
never
knows
what
is
in
my
mind
—
he
never
cares
.
What
is
the
use
of
anything
I
do
?
He
wishes
he
had
never
married
me
.
"
She
began
to
hear
herself
,
and
was
checked
into
stillness
.
Like
one
who
has
lost
his
way
and
is
weary
,
she
sat
and
saw
as
in
one
glance
all
the
paths
of
her
young
hope
which
she
should
never
find
again
.
And
just
as
clearly
in
the
miserable
light
she
saw
her
own
and
her
husband
's
solitude
—
how
they
walked
apart
so
that
she
was
obliged
to
survey
him
.
If
he
had
drawn
her
towards
him
,
she
would
never
have
surveyed
him
—
never
have
said
,
"
Is
he
worth
living
for
?
"
but
would
have
felt
him
simply
a
part
of
her
own
life
.
Now
she
said
bitterly
,
"
It
is
his
fault
,
not
mine
.
"
In
the
jar
of
her
whole
being
,
Pity
was
overthrown
.
Was
it
her
fault
that
she
had
believed
in
him
—
had
believed
in
his
worthiness
?
—
And
what
,
exactly
,
was
he
?
—
She
was
able
enough
to
estimate
him
—
she
who
waited
on
his
glances
with
trembling
,
and
shut
her
best
soul
in
prison
,
paying
it
only
hidden
visits
,
that
she
might
be
petty
enough
to
please
him
.
In
such
a
crisis
as
this
,
some
women
begin
to
hate
.
The
sun
was
low
when
Dorothea
was
thinking
that
she
would
not
go
down
again
,
but
would
send
a
message
to
her
husband
saying
that
she
was
not
well
and
preferred
remaining
up-stairs
.
She
had
never
deliberately
allowed
her
resentment
to
govern
her
in
this
way
before
,
but
she
believed
now
that
she
could
not
see
him
again
without
telling
him
the
truth
about
her
feeling
,
and
she
must
wait
till
she
could
do
it
without
interruption
.
He
might
wonder
and
be
hurt
at
her
message
.
It
was
good
that
he
should
wonder
and
be
hurt
.
Her
anger
said
,
as
anger
is
apt
to
say
,
that
God
was
with
her
—
that
all
heaven
,
though
it
were
crowded
with
spirits
watching
them
,
must
be
on
her
side
.
She
had
determined
to
ring
her
bell
,
when
there
came
a
rap
at
the
door
.
Mr.
Casaubon
had
sent
to
say
that
he
would
have
his
dinner
in
the
library
.
He
wished
to
be
quite
alone
this
evening
,
being
much
occupied
.
"
I
shall
not
dine
,
then
,
Tantripp
.
"
"
Oh
,
madam
,
let
me
bring
you
a
little
something
?
"
"
No
;
I
am
not
well
.
Get
everything
ready
in
my
dressing
room
,
but
pray
do
not
disturb
me
again
.
"
Dorothea
sat
almost
motionless
in
her
meditative
struggle
,
while
the
evening
slowly
deepened
into
night
.
But
the
struggle
changed
continually
,
as
that
of
a
man
who
begins
with
a
movement
towards
striking
and
ends
with
conquering
his
desire
to
strike
.
The
energy
that
would
animate
a
crime
is
not
more
than
is
wanted
to
inspire
a
resolved
submission
,
when
the
noble
habit
of
the
soul
reasserts
itself
.
That
thought
with
which
Dorothea
had
gone
out
to
meet
her
husband
—
her
conviction
that
he
had
been
asking
about
the
possible
arrest
of
all
his
work
,
and
that
the
answer
must
have
wrung
his
heart
,
could
not
be
long
without
rising
beside
the
image
of
him
,
like
a
shadowy
monitor
looking
at
her
anger
with
sad
remonstrance
.
It
cost
her
a
litany
of
pictured
sorrows
and
of
silent
cries
that
she
might
be
the
mercy
for
those
sorrows
—
but
the
resolved
submission
did
come
;
and
when
the
house
was
still
,
and
she
knew
that
it
was
near
the
time
when
Mr.
Casaubon
habitually
went
