Middlemarch George Eliot (essential reading txt) đ
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And who could say that the death of Raffles had been hastened? Who knew what would have saved him?
Lydgate arrived at half-past ten, in time to witness the final pause of the breath. When he entered the room Bulstrode observed a sudden expression in his face, which was not so much surprise as a recognition that he had not judged correctly. He stood by the bed in silence for some time, with his eyes turned on the dying man, but with that subdued activity of expression which showed that he was carrying on an inward debate.
âWhen did this change begin?â said he, looking at Bulstrode.
âI did not watch by him last night,â said Bulstrode. âI was over-worn, and left him under Mrs. Abelâs care. She said that he sank into sleep between three and four oâclock. When I came in before eight he was nearly in this condition.â
Lydgate did not ask another question, but watched in silence until he said, âItâs all over.â
This morning Lydgate was in a state of recovered hope and freedom. He had set out on his work with all his old animation, and felt himself strong enough to bear all the deficiencies of his married life. And he was conscious that Bulstrode had been a benefactor to him. But he was uneasy about this case. He had not expected it to terminate as it had done. Yet he hardly knew how to put a question on the subject to Bulstrode without appearing to insult him; and if he examined the housekeeperâ âwhy, the man was dead. There seemed to be no use in implying that somebodyâs ignorance or imprudence had killed him. And after all, he himself might be wrong.
He and Bulstrode rode back to Middlemarch together, talking of many thingsâ âchiefly cholera and the chances of the Reform Bill in the House of Lords, and the firm resolve of the political Unions. Nothing was said about Raffles, except that Bulstrode mentioned the necessity of having a grave for him in Lowick churchyard, and observed that, so far as he knew, the poor man had no connections, except Rigg, whom he had stated to be unfriendly towards him.
On returning home Lydgate had a visit from Mr. Farebrother. The Vicar had not been in the town the day before, but the news that there was an execution in Lydgateâs house had got to Lowick by the evening, having been carried by Mr. Spicer, shoemaker and parish-clerk, who had it from his brother, the respectable bell-hanger in Lowick Gate. Since that evening when Lydgate had come down from the billiard room with Fred Vincy, Mr. Farebrotherâs thoughts about him had been rather gloomy. Playing at the Green Dragon once or oftener might have been a trifle in another man; but in Lydgate it was one of several signs that he was getting unlike his former self. He was beginning to do things for which he had formerly even an excessive scorn. Whatever certain dissatisfactions in marriage, which some silly tinklings of gossip had given him hints of, might have to do with this change, Mr. Farebrother felt sure that it was chiefly connected with the debts which were being more and more distinctly reported, and he began to fear that any notion of Lydgateâs having resources or friends in the background must be quite illusory. The rebuff he had met with in his first attempt to win Lydgateâs confidence, disinclined him to a second; but this news of the execution being actually in the house, determined the Vicar to overcome his reluctance.
Lydgate had just dismissed a poor patient, in whom he was much interested, and he came forward to put out his handâ âwith an open cheerfulness which surprised Mr. Farebrother. Could this too be a proud rejection of sympathy and help? Never mind; the sympathy and help should be offered.
âHow are you, Lydgate? I came to see you because I had heard something which made me anxious about you,â said the Vicar, in the tone of a good brother, only that there was no reproach in it. They were both seated by this time, and Lydgate answered immediatelyâ â
âI think I know what you mean. You had heard that there was an execution in the house?â
âYes; is it true?â
âIt was true,â said Lydgate, with an air of freedom, as if he did not mind talking about the affair now. âBut the danger is over; the debt is paid. I am out of my difficulties now: I shall be freed from debts, and able, I hope, to start afresh on a better plan.â
âI am very thankful to hear it,â said the Vicar, falling back in his chair, and speaking with that low-toned quickness which often follows the removal of a load. âI like that better than all the news in the Times. I confess I came to you with a heavy heart.â
âThank you for coming,â said Lydgate, cordially. âI can enjoy the kindness all the more because I am happier. I have certainly been a good deal crushed. Iâm afraid I shall find the bruises still painful by-and-by,â he added, smiling rather sadly; âbut just now I can only feel that the torture-screw is off.â
Mr. Farebrother was silent for a moment, and then said earnestly, âMy dear fellow, let me ask you one question. Forgive me if I take a liberty.â
âI donât believe you will ask anything that ought to offend me.â
âThenâ âthis is necessary to set my heart quite at restâ âyou have notâ âhave you?â âin order to pay your debts, incurred another debt which may harass you worse hereafter?â
âNo,â said Lydgate, coloring slightly. âThere is no reason why I should not tell youâ âsince the fact is soâ âthat the person to whom I am indebted is Bulstrode. He has made me a very handsome advanceâ âa thousand poundsâ âand he can afford
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