this was the great epoch of her life. She judged | cent. Fred had known men to whom he would

of her own symptoms as those of awakening love, and she held it still more natural that Mr. Lydgate should have fallen in love at first sight of her. These things happened so often at balls, and why not by the morning light, when the complexion showed all the better for it? Rosamond, though no older than Mary, was rather used to being fallen in love with; but she, for her part, had remained indifferent and fastidiously critical toward both fresh sprig and faded bach- It had not occurred to Fred that the introducelor. And here was Mr. Lydgate suddenly cor- tion of Bulstrode's name in the matter was a ficresponding to her ideal, being altogether foreign tion of old Featherstone's; nor could this have to Middlemarch, carrying a certain air of distinc- made any difference to his position. He saw tion congruous with good family, and possessing plainly enough that the old man wanted to exerconnections which offered vistas of that middle-cise his power by tormenting him a little, and class heaven, rank: a man of talent also, whom also probably to get some satisfaction out of seeit would be especially delightful to enslave: in ing him on unpleasant terms with Bulstrode. fact, a man who had touched her nature quite Fred fancied that he saw to the bottom of his newly, and brought a vivid interest into her life uncle Featherstone's soul, though in reality half which was better than any fancied "might-be" what he saw there was no more than the reflex such as she was in the habit of opposing to the of his own inclinations. The difficult task of actual. knowing another soul is not for young gentlemen whose consciousness is chiefly made up of their own wishes.

have been ashamed of confessing the smallness of his scrapes. Such ruminations naturally produced a streak of misanthropic bitterness. To be born the son of a Middlemarch manufacturer, and inevitable heir to nothing in particular, while such men as Mainwaring and Vyan- Certainly life was a poor business, when a spirited young fellow, with a good appetite for the best of every thing, had so poor an outlook.

Thus, in riding home, both the brother and the sister were preoccupied and inclined to be silent. Rosamond, whose basis for her structure had the usual airy slightness, was of remarkably detailed and realistic imagination when the foundation had been once presupposed; and before they had ridden a mile she was far on in the costume and introductions of her wedded life, having determined on her house in Middlemarch, and foreseen the visits she would pay to her husband's high-bred relatives at a distance, whose finished manners she could appropriate as thoroughly as she had done her school accomplishments, preparing herself thus for vaguer elevations which might ultimately come. There was nothing financial, still less sordid, in her previsions: she cared about what were considered refinements, and not about the money that was to pay for them.

Fred's mind, on the other hand, was busy with an anxiety which even his ready hopefulness could not immediately quell. He saw no way of eluding Featherstone's stupid demand without incurring consequences which he liked less even than the task of fulfilling it. His father was already out of humor with him, and would be still more so if he were the occasion of any additional coolness between his own family and the Bulstrodes. Then he himself hated having to go and speak to his uncle Bulstrode, and perhaps after drinking wine he had said many foolish things about Featherstone's property, and these had been magnified by report. Fred felt that he made a wretched figure as a fellow who bragged about expectations from a queer old miser like Featherstone, and went to beg for certificates at his bidding. But-those expectations! He really had them, and he saw no agreeable alternative if he gave them up; besides, he had lately made a debt which galled him extremely, and old Featherstone had almost bargained to pay it off. The whole affair was miserably small: his debts were small, even his expectations were not any thing so very magnifi

'Mary mentioned nothing else.
Fred, I think you ought to be ashamed."
"Oh, fudge! don't lecture me.
Mary say about it?"

What did

"I am not obliged to tell you. You care so very much what Mary says, and you are too rude to allow me to speak."

"Of course I care what Mary says. She is the best girl I know."

"I should never have thought she was a girl to fall in love with."

"How do you know what men would fall in love with? Girls never know."

"At least, Fred, let me advise you not to fall in love with her, for she says she would not marry you if you asked her."

"She might have waited till I did ask her." "I knew it would nettle you, Fred." "Not at all. She would not have said so if you had not provoked her."

Before reaching home, Fred concluded that he would tell the whole affair as simply as possible to his father, who might perhaps take on himself the unpleasant business of speaking to Bulstrode.

BOOK II.-OLD AND YOUNG.

CHAPTER XIII.

"There are few things better worth the pains in a provincial town like this," said Lydgate. "A fine fever hospital in addition to the old infirmary might be the nucleus of a medical school here, when once we get our medical reforms; and what would do more for medical education than the spread of such schools over the country? A born provincial man who has a grain of public spirit as well as a few ideas should do what he can to resist the rush of every thing that is a little better than common toward London. Any valid professional aims may often find a freer, if not a richer, field in the provinces."

One of Lydgate's gifts was a voice habitually deep and sonorous, yet capable of becoming very low and gentle at the right moment. About his ordinary bearing there was a certain fling, a fearless expectation of success, a confidence in his own powers and integrity much fortified by contempt for petty obstacles or seductions of which he had had no experience. But this proud openness was made lovable by an expression of unaffected good-will. Mr. Bulstrode perhaps liked him the better for the difference between them in pitch and manners; he certainly liked him the better, as Rosamond did, for being a stranger in Middlemarch. One can begin so many things with a new person!-even begin to be a better man.

IN consequence of what he had heard from Fred, Mr. Vincy determined to speak with Mr. Bulstrode in his private room at the Bank at half past one, when he was usually free from other callers. But a visitor had come in at one o'clock, and Mr. Bulstrode had so much to say to him that there was little chance of the interview being over in half an hour. The banker's speech was fluent, but it was also copious, and he used up an appreciable_amount of time in brief meditative pauses. Do not imagine his sickly aspect to have been of the yellow, blackhaired sort: he had a pale blonde skin, thin graybesprinkled brown hair, light gray eyes, and a large forehead. Loud men called his subdued tone an under-tone, and sometimes implied that it was inconsistent with openness; though there seems to be no reason why a loud man should not be given to concealment of any thing except his own voice, unless it can be shown that Holy Writ has placed the seat of candor in the lungs. Mr. Bulstrode had also a deferential bending attitude in listening, and an apparently fixed attentiveness in his eyes which made those persons who thought themselves worth hearing infer that he was seeking the utmost improvement from their discourse. Others, who expected to make no great figure, disliked this kind of moral lantern turned on them. If you are not proud of your cellar, there is no thrill of satisfaction in seeing your guest hold up his wine-glass to the light and look judicial. Such joys are reserved for conscious merit. Hence Mr. Bulstrode's close attention was not agreeable to the publicans and sinners in Middlemarch; it was at tributed by some to his being a Pharisee, and by others to his being Evangelical. Less superficial reasoners among them wished to know who his father and grandfather were, observing that five- "I will not profess bravery," said Lydgate, and-twenty years ago nobody had ever heard of smiling, "but I acknowledge a good deal of a Bulstrode in Middlemarch. To his present pleasure in fighting, and I should not care for visitor, Lydgate, the scrutinizing look was a mat- my profession if I did not believe that better ter of indifference: he simply formed an unfa-methods were to be found and enforced there as vorable opinion of the banker's constitution, and concluded that he had an eager inward life, with little enjoyment of tangible things.

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"I shall be exceedingly obliged if you will look in on me here occasionally, Mr. Lydgate," the banker observed, after a brief pause. "If, as I dare to hope, I have the privilege of finding you a valuable coadjutor in the interesting matter of hospital management, there will be many questions which we shall need to discuss in private. As to the new hospital, which is nearly finished, I shall consider what you have said about the advantages of the special destination for fevers.

"I shall rejoice to furnish your zeal with fuller opportunities," Mr. Bulstrode answered; "I mean, by confiding to you the superintendence of my new hospital, should a maturer knowledge favor that issue, for I am determined that so great an object shall not be shackled by our two physicians. Indeed, I am encouraged to consider your advent to this town as a gracious indication that a more manifest blessing is now to be awarded to my efforts, which have hitherto been much withstood. With regard to the old infirmary, we have gained the initial point—I mean your election. And now I hope you will not shrink from incurring a certain amount of jealousy and dislike from your professional brethren by presenting yourself as a reformer."

well as every where else."

"The standard of that profession is low in Middlemarch, my dear Sir," said the banker. "I mean in knowledge and skill, not in social status, for our medical men are most of them connected with respectable towns-people here. My own imperfect health has induced me to give some attention to those palliative resources which the Divine mercy has placed within our reach. I have consulted eminent men in the metropolis, and I am painfully aware of the backwardness under which medical treatment labors in our provincial districts."

"Yes: with our present medical rules and education, one must be satisfied now and then to meet with a fair practitioner. As to all the higher questions which determine the startingpoint of a diagnosis-as to the philosophy of medical evidence-any glimmering of these can only come from a scientific culture of which country practitioners have usually no more notion than the man in the moon.

Mr. Bulstrode, bending and looking intently, found the form which Lydgate had given to his agreement not quite suited to his comprehension. Under such circumstances a judicious man changes the topic, and enters on ground where his own gifts may be more useful.

"I am aware," he said, "that the peculiar bias of medical ability is toward material means. Nevertheless, Mr. Lydgate, I hope we shall not vary in sentiment as to a measure in which you are not likely to be actively concerned, but in which your sympathetic concurrence may be an aid to me. You recognize, I hope, the existence of spiritual interests in your patients?"

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Certainly I do. But those words are apt to cover different meanings to different minds."

66 'Precisely. And on such subjects wrong teaching is as fatal as no teaching. Now a point which I have much at heart to secure is a new regulation as to clerical attendance at the old infirmary. The building stands in Mr. Farebrother's parish. You know Mr. Farebrother?" "I have seen him. He gave me his vote. must call to thank him. He seems a very bright, pleasant little fellow. And I understand he is a naturalist.

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"Mr. Farebrother, my dear Sir, is a man deeply painful to contemplate. I suppose there is not a clergyman in this country who has greater talents." Mr. Bulstrode paused and looked meditative.

"I have not yet been pained by finding any excessive talent in Middlemarch," said Lydgate, bluntly.

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opposition. But I shall not therefore drop one iota of my convictions, or cease to identify myself with that truth which an evil generation hates. I have devoted myself to this object of hospital improvement, but I will boldly confess to you, Mr. Lydgate, that I should have no interest in hospitals if I believed that nothing more was concerned therein than the cure of mortal diseases. I have another ground of action, and in the face of persecution I will not conceal it." Mr. Bulstrode's voice had become a loud and agitated whisper as he said the last words.

"There we certainly differ," said Lydgate. But he was not sorry that the door was now opened, and Mr. Vincy was announced. That florid, sociable personage was become more interesting to him since he had seen Rosamond. Not that, like her, he had been weaving any future in which their lots were united; but a man naturally remembers a charming girl with pleasure, and is willing to dine where he may see her again. Before he took leave Mr. Vincy had given that invitation which he had been "in no hurry about," for Rosamond at breakfast had mentioned that she thought her uncle Featherstone had taken the new doctor into great favor.

Mr. Bulstrode, alone with his brother-in-law, poured himself out a glass of water, and opened a sandwich-box.

"I can not persuade you to adopt my regimen, Vincy ?"

"No, no; I've no opinion of that system. Life wants padding," said Mr. Vincy, unable to omit his portable theory. "However," he went on, accenting the word, as if to dismiss all irrelevance, "what I came here to talk about was a little affair of my young scape-grace, Fred's."

"That is a subject on which you and I are likely to take quite as different views as on diet, Vincy."

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"I hope not this time." (Mr. Vincy was resolved to be good-humored.) "The fact is, it's about a whim of old Featherstone's. Somebody "What I desire," Mr. Bulstrode continued, has been cooking up a story out of spite, and looking still more serious, "is that Mr. Fare-telling it to the old man, to try to set him brother's attendance at the hospital should be against Fred. He's very fond of Fred, and is superseded by the appointment of a chaplain likely to do something handsome for him; inof Mr. Tyke, in fact and that no other spiritual deed, he has as good as told Fred that he means aid should be called in." to leave him his land, and that makes other people jealous."

"As a medical man I could have no opinion on such a point unless I knew Mr. Tyke, and even then I should require to know the cases in which he was applied." Lydgate smiled, but he was bent on being circumspect.

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"Of course you can not enter fully into the merits of this measure at present. But"-here Mr. Bulstrode began to speak with a more chiseled emphasis "the subject is likely to be referred to the medical board of the infirmary, and what I trust I may ask of you is, that in virtue of the co-operation between us which I now look forward to, you will not, so far as you are concerned, be influenced by my opponents in this matter."

"I hope I shall have nothing to do with clerical disputes," said Lydgate. "The path I have chosen is to work well in my own profession."

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Vincy, I must repeat that you will not get any concurrence from me as to the course you have pursued with your eldest son. It was entirely from worldly vanity that you destined him for the Church. With a family of three sons and four daughters, you were not warranted in devoting money to an expensive education, which has succeeded in nothing but in giving him extravagant, idle habits. You are now reaping the consequences."

To point out other people's errors was a duty that Mr. Bulstrode rarely shrank from, but Mr. Vincy was not equally prepared to be patient. When a man has the immediate prospect of being mayor, and is prepared, in the interests of commerce, to take up a firm attitude on politics generally, he has naturally a sense of his im"My responsibility, Mr. Lydgate, is of a portance to the frame-work of things which seems broader kind. With me, indeed, this question to throw questions of private conduct into the is one of sacred accountableness; whereas, with background. And this particular reproof irrimy opponents, I have good reason to say that it tated him more than any other. It was emiis an occasion for gratifying a spirit of worldly | nently superfluous to him to be told that he was

reaping the consequences. But he felt his neck under Bulstrode's yoke; and though he usually enjoyed kicking, he was anxious to refrain from that relief.

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As to that, Bulstrode, it's no use going back. I'm not one of your pattern men, and I don't pretend to be. I couldn't foresee every thing in the trade; there wasn't a finer business in Middlemarch than ours, and the lad was clevMy poor brother was in the Church, and would have done well-had got preferment already-but that stomach fever took him off: else he might have been a dean by this time. I think I was justified in what I tried to do for Fred. If you come to religion, it seems to me a man shouldn't want to carve out his meat to an ounce beforehand: one must trust a little to Providence, and be generous. It's a good British feeling to try and raise your family a little: in my opinion, it's a father's duty to give his sons a fine chance."

"I am not at all sure that I should be befriending your son by smoothing his way to the future possession of Featherstone's property. I can not regard wealth as a blessing to those who use it simply as a harvest for this world. You do not like to hear these things, Vincy, but on this occasion I feel called upon to tell you that I have no motive for furthering such a disposition of property as that which you refer to. I do not shrink from saying that it will not tend to your son's eternal welfare or to the glory of God. Why, then, should you expect me to pen this kind of affidavit, which has no object but to keep up a foolish partiality and secure a foolish bequest?"

"If you mean to hinder every body from having money but saints and evangelists, you must give up some profitable partnerships, that's all I can say," Mr. Vincy burst out, very bluntly. "It may be for the glory of God, but it is not for the glory of the Middlemarch trade, that Plymdale's house uses those blue and green dyes it gets from the Brassing manufactory; they rot the silk, that's all I know about it. Perhaps if other people knew so much of the profit went to the glory of God, they might like it better. But I don't mind so much about that-I could get up a pretty row, if I chose."

Mr. Bulstrode paused a little before he an

"Very well," said Mr. Vincy, kicking in spite of resolutions; "I never professed to be any thing but worldly; and, what's more, I don't see any body else who is not worldly. I suppose you don't conduct business on what you call un-swered. "You pain me very much by speaking worldly principles. The only difference I see is that one worldliness is a little bit honester than another."

"This kind of discussion is unfruitful, Vincy," said Mr. Bulstrode, who, finishing his sandwich, had thrown himself back in his chair, and shaded his eyes as if weary. "You had some more particular business.'

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in this way, Vincy. I do not expect you to understand my grounds of action--it is not an easy thing even to thread a path for principles in the intricacies of the world-still less to make the thread clear for the careless and the scoffing. You must remember, if you please, that I stretch my tolerance toward you as my wife's brother, and that it little becomes you to complain of me as withholding material help toward the worldly position of your family. I must remind you that it is not your own prudence or judgment that has enabled you to keep your place in the

'Yes, yes. The long and short of it is, somebody has told old Featherstone, giving you as the authority, that Fred has been borrowing or trying to borrow money on the prospect of his land. Of course you never said any such non-trade." sense. But the old fellow will insist on it that "Very likely not; but you have been no loser Fred should bring him a denial in your hand-by my trade yet," said Mr. Vincy, thoroughly writing; that is, just a bit of a note saying you don't believe a word of such stuff, either of his having borrowed or tried to borrow in such a fool's way. I suppose you can have no objection to do that. "Pardon me. I have an objection. I am by no means sure that your son, in his recklessness and ignorance-I will use no severer word --has not tried to raise money by holding out his future prospects, or even that some one may not have been foolish enough to supply him on so vague a presumption: there is plenty of such lax money-lending as of other folly in the world."

"But Fred gives me his honor that he has never borrowed money on the pretense of any understanding about his uncle's land. He is not a liar. I don't want to make him better than he is. I have blown him up well-nobody can say I wink at what he does. But he is not a liar. And I should have thought-but I may be wrong that there was no religion to hinder a man from believing the best of a young fellow, when you don't know worse. It seems to me it would be a poor sort of religion to put a spoke in his wheel by refusing to say you don't believe such harm of him as you've got no good reason to believe."

nettled (a result which was seldom much retarded by previous resolutions). "And when you married Harriet, I don't see how you could expect that our families should not hang by the same nail. If you've changed your mind, and want my family to come down in the world, you'd better say so. I've never changed: I'm a plain Churchman now, just as I used to be before doctrines came up. I take the world as I find it, in trade and every thing else. I'm contented to be no worse than my neighbors. But if you want us to come down in the world, say So. I shall know better what to do then."

"You talk unreasonably. Shall you come down in the world for want of this letter about your son?"

"Well, whether or not, I consider it very unhandsome of you to refuse it. Such doings may be lined with religion, but outside they have a nasty, dog-in-the-manger look. You might as well slander Fred: it comes pretty near to it when you refuse to say you didn't set a slander going. It's this sort of thing-this tyrannical spirit, wanting to play bishop and banker every where-it's this sort of thing makes a man's name stink."