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But
as
it
was
not
eleven
o
’
clock
,
he
chose
to
walk
in
the
brisk
air
towards
the
tower
of
St
.
Botolph
’
s
,
Mr
.
Farebrother
’
s
church
,
which
stood
out
dark
,
square
,
and
massive
against
the
starlight
.
It
was
the
oldest
church
in
Middlemarch
;
the
living
,
however
,
was
but
a
vicarage
worth
barely
four
hundred
a
-
year
.
Lydgate
had
heard
that
,
and
he
wondered
now
whether
Mr
.
Farebrother
cared
about
the
money
he
won
at
cards
;
thinking
,
"
He
seems
a
very
pleasant
fellow
,
but
Bulstrode
may
have
his
good
reasons
.
"
Many
things
would
be
easier
to
Lydgate
if
it
should
turn
out
that
Mr
.
Bulstrode
was
generally
justifiable
.
"
What
is
his
religious
doctrine
to
me
,
if
he
carries
some
good
notions
along
with
it
?
One
must
use
such
brains
as
are
to
be
found
.
"
These
were
actually
Lydgate
’
s
first
meditations
as
he
walked
away
from
Mr
.
Vincy
’
s
,
and
on
this
ground
I
fear
that
many
ladies
will
consider
him
hardly
worthy
of
their
attention
.
He
thought
of
Rosamond
and
her
music
only
in
the
second
place
;
and
though
,
when
her
turn
came
,
he
dwelt
on
the
image
of
her
for
the
rest
of
his
walk
,
he
felt
no
agitation
,
and
had
no
sense
that
any
new
current
had
set
into
his
life
.
He
could
not
marry
yet
;
he
wished
not
to
marry
for
several
years
;
and
therefore
he
was
not
ready
to
entertain
the
notion
of
being
in
love
with
a
girl
whom
he
happened
to
admire
.
He
did
admire
Rosamond
exceedingly
;
but
that
madness
which
had
once
beset
him
about
Laure
was
not
,
he
thought
,
likely
to
recur
in
relation
to
any
other
woman
Certainly
,
if
falling
in
love
had
been
at
all
in
question
,
it
would
have
been
quite
safe
with
a
creature
like
this
Miss
Vincy
,
who
had
just
the
kind
of
intelligence
one
would
desire
in
a
woman
—
polished
,
refined
,
docile
,
lending
itself
to
finish
in
all
the
delicacies
of
life
,
and
enshrined
in
a
body
which
expressed
this
with
a
force
of
demonstration
that
excluded
the
need
for
other
evidence
.
Lydgate
felt
sure
that
if
ever
he
married
,
his
wife
would
have
that
feminine
radiance
,
that
distinctive
womanhood
which
must
be
classed
with
flowers
and
music
,
that
sort
of
beauty
which
by
its
very
nature
was
virtuous
,
being
moulded
only
for
pure
and
delicate
joys
.
But
since
he
did
not
mean
to
marry
for
the
next
five
years
—
his
more
pressing
business
was
to
look
into
Louis
’
new
book
on
Fever
,
which
he
was
specially
interested
in
,
because
he
had
known
Louis
in
Paris
,
and
had
followed
many
anatomical
demonstrations
in
order
to
ascertain
the
specific
differences
of
typhus
and
typhoid
.
He
went
home
and
read
far
into
the
smallest
hour
,
bringing
a
much
more
testing
vision
of
details
and
relations
into
this
pathological
study
than
he
had
ever
thought
it
necessary
to
apply
to
the
complexities
of
love
and
marriage
,
these
being
subjects
on
which
he
felt
himself
amply
informed
by
literature
,
and
that
traditional
wisdom
which
is
handed
down
in
the
genial
conversation
of
men
.
Whereas
Fever
had
obscure
conditions
,
and
gave
him
that
delightful
labor
of
the
imagination
which
is
not
mere
arbitrariness
,
but
the
exercise
of
disciplined
power
—
combining
and
constructing
with
the
clearest
eye
for
probabilities
and
the
fullest
obedience
to
knowledge
;
and
then
,
in
yet
more
energetic
alliance
with
impartial
Nature
,
standing
aloof
to
invent
tests
by
which
to
try
its
own
work
.
Many
men
have
been
praised
as
vividly
imaginative
on
the
strength
of
their
profuseness
in
indifferent
drawing
or
cheap
narration
:
—
reports
of
very
poor
talk
going
on
in
distant
orbs
;
or
portraits
of
Lucifer
coming
down
on
his
bad
errands
as
a
large
ugly
man
with
bat
’
s
wings
and
spurts
of
phosphorescence
;
or
exaggerations
of
wantonness
that
seem
to
reflect
life
in
a
diseased
dream
.
But
these
kinds
of
inspiration
Lydgate
regarded
as
rather
vulgar
and
vinous
compared
with
the
imagination
that
reveals
subtle
actions
inaccessible
by
any
sort
of
lens
,
but
tracked
in
that
outer
darkness
through
long
pathways
of
necessary
sequence
by
the
inward
light
which
is
the
last
refinement
of
Energy
,
capable
of
bathing
even
the
ethereal
atoms
in
its
ideally
illuminated
space
.
He
for
his
part
had
tossed
away
all
cheap
inventions
where
ignorance
finds
itself
able
and
at
ease
:
he
was
enamoured
of
that
arduous
invention
which
is
the
very
eye
of
research
,
provisionally
framing
its
object
and
correcting
it
to
more
and
more
exactness
of
relation
;
he
wanted
to
pierce
the
obscurity
of
those
minute
processes
which
prepare
human
misery
and
joy
,
those
invisible
thoroughfares
which
are
the
first
lurking
-
places
of
anguish
,
mania
,
and
crime
,
that
delicate
poise
and
transition
which
determine
the
growth
of
happy
or
unhappy
consciousness
.
As
he
threw
down
his
book
,
stretched
his
legs
towards
the
embers
in
the
grate
,
and
clasped
his
hands
at
the
back
of
his
head
,
in
that
agreeable
afterglow
of
excitement
when
thought
lapses
from
examination
of
a
specific
object
into
a
suffusive
sense
of
its
connections
with
all
the
rest
of
our
existence
—
seems
,
as
it
were
,
to
throw
itself
on
its
back
after
vigorous
swimming
and
float
with
the
repose
of
unexhausted
strength
—
Lydgate
felt
a
triumphant
delight
in
his
studies
,
and
something
like
pity
for
those
less
lucky
men
who
were
not
of
his
profession
.
"
If
I
had
not
taken
that
turn
when
I
was
a
lad
,
"
he
thought
,
"
I
might
have
got
into
some
stupid
draught
-
horse
work
or
other
,
and
lived
always
in
blinkers
.
I
should
never
have
been
happy
in
any
profession
that
did
not
call
forth
the
highest
intellectual
strain
,
and
yet
keep
me
in
good
warm
contact
with
my
neighbors
.
There
is
nothing
like
the
medical
profession
for
that
:
one
can
have
the
exclusive
scientific
life
that
touches
the
distance
and
befriend
the
old
fogies
in
the
parish
too
.
It
is
rather
harder
for
a
clergyman
:
Farebrother
seems
to
be
an
anomaly
.
"
This
last
thought
brought
back
the
Vincys
and
all
the
pictures
of
the
evening
.
They
floated
in
his
mind
agreeably
enough
,
and
as
he
took
up
his
bed
-
candle
his
lips
were
curled
with
that
incipient
smile
which
is
apt
to
accompany
agreeable
recollections
.
He
was
an
ardent
fellow
,
but
at
present
his
ardor
was
absorbed
in
love
of
his
work
and
in
the
ambition
of
making
his
life
recognized
as
a
factor
in
the
better
life
of
mankind
—
like
other
heroes
of
science
who
had
nothing
but
an
obscure
country
practice
to
begin
with
.
