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Fred
was
stung
,
and
released
her
hand
.
She
walked
to
the
door
,
but
there
she
turned
and
said
:
"
Fred
,
you
have
always
been
so
good
,
so
generous
to
me
.
I
am
not
ungrateful
.
But
never
speak
to
me
in
that
way
again
.
"
"
Very
well
,
"
said
Fred
,
sulkily
,
taking
up
his
hat
and
whip
.
His
complexion
showed
patches
of
pale
pink
and
dead
white
.
Like
many
a
plucked
idle
young
gentleman
,
he
was
thoroughly
in
love
,
and
with
a
plain
girl
,
who
had
no
money
!
But
having
Mr
Featherstone
’
s
land
in
the
background
,
and
a
persuasion
that
,
let
Mary
say
what
she
would
,
she
really
did
care
for
him
,
Fred
was
not
utterly
in
despair
.
When
he
got
home
,
he
gave
four
of
the
twenties
to
his
mother
,
asking
her
to
keep
them
for
him
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
spend
that
money
,
mother
.
I
want
it
to
pay
a
debt
with
.
So
keep
it
safe
away
from
my
fingers
.
"
"
Bless
you
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Vincy
.
She
doted
on
her
eldest
son
and
her
youngest
girl
(
a
child
of
six
)
,
whom
others
thought
her
two
naughtiest
children
.
The
mother
’
s
eyes
are
not
always
deceived
in
their
partiality
:
she
at
least
can
best
judge
who
is
the
tender
,
filial
-
hearted
child
.
And
Fred
was
certainly
very
fond
of
his
mother
.
Perhaps
it
was
his
fondness
for
another
person
also
that
made
him
particularly
anxious
to
take
some
security
against
his
own
liability
to
spend
the
hundred
pounds
.
For
the
creditor
to
whom
he
owed
a
hundred
and
sixty
held
a
firmer
security
in
the
shape
of
a
bill
signed
by
Mary
’
s
father
.
"
Black
eyes
you
have
left
,
you
say
,
Blue
eyes
fail
to
draw
you
;
Yet
you
seem
more
rapt
to
-
day
,
Than
of
old
we
saw
you
.
"
Oh
,
I
track
the
fairest
fairThrough
new
haunts
of
pleasure
;
Footprints
here
and
echoes
thereGuide
me
to
my
treasure
:
"
Lo
!
she
turns
—
immortal
youthWrought
to
mortal
stature
,
Fresh
as
starlight
’
s
aged
truth
—
Many
-
named
Nature
!
"
A
great
historian
,
as
he
insisted
on
calling
himself
,
who
had
the
happiness
to
be
dead
a
hundred
and
twenty
years
ago
,
and
so
to
take
his
place
among
the
colossi
whose
huge
legs
our
living
pettiness
is
observed
to
walk
under
,
glories
in
his
copious
remarks
and
digressions
as
the
least
imitable
part
of
his
work
,
and
especially
in
those
initial
chapters
to
the
successive
books
of
his
history
,
where
he
seems
to
bring
his
armchair
to
the
proscenium
and
chat
with
us
in
all
the
lusty
ease
of
his
fine
English
.
But
Fielding
lived
when
the
days
were
longer
(
for
time
,
like
money
,
is
measured
by
our
needs
)
,
when
summer
afternoons
were
spacious
,
and
the
clock
ticked
slowly
in
the
winter
evenings
.
We
belated
historians
must
not
linger
after
his
example
;
and
if
we
did
so
,
it
is
probable
that
our
chat
would
be
thin
and
eager
,
as
if
delivered
from
a
campstool
in
a
parrot
-
house
.
I
at
least
have
so
much
to
do
in
unraveling
certain
human
lots
,
and
seeing
how
they
were
woven
and
interwoven
,
that
all
the
light
I
can
command
must
be
concentrated
on
this
particular
web
,
and
not
dispersed
over
that
tempting
range
of
relevancies
called
the
universe
.
At
present
I
have
to
make
the
new
settler
Lydgate
better
known
to
any
one
interested
in
him
than
he
could
possibly
be
even
to
those
who
had
seen
the
most
of
him
since
his
arrival
in
Middlemarch
.
For
surely
all
must
admit
that
a
man
may
be
puffed
and
belauded
,
envied
,
ridiculed
,
counted
upon
as
a
tool
and
fallen
in
love
with
,
or
at
least
selected
as
a
future
husband
,
and
yet
remain
virtually
unknown
—
known
merely
as
a
cluster
of
signs
for
his
neighbors
’
false
suppositions
.
There
was
a
general
impression
,
however
,
that
Lydgate
was
not
altogether
a
common
country
doctor
,
and
in
Middlemarch
at
that
time
such
an
impression
was
significant
of
great
things
being
expected
from
him
.
For
everybody
’
s
family
doctor
was
remarkably
clever
,
and
was
understood
to
have
immeasurable
skill
in
the
management
and
training
of
the
most
skittish
or
vicious
diseases
.
The
evidence
of
his
cleverness
was
of
the
higher
intuitive
order
,
lying
in
his
lady
-
patients
’
immovable
conviction
,
and
was
unassailable
by
any
objection
except
that
their
intuitions
were
opposed
by
others
equally
strong
;
each
lady
who
saw
medical
truth
in
Wrench
and
"
the
strengthening
treatment
"
regarding
Toller
and
"
the
lowering
system
"
as
medical
perdition
.
