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It
is
a
physiognomy
seen
in
all
vocations
,
but
perhaps
it
has
never
been
more
powerful
over
the
youth
of
England
than
in
a
judge
of
horses
.
Mr
.
Horrock
,
at
a
question
from
Fred
about
his
horse
’
s
fetlock
,
turned
sideways
in
his
saddle
,
and
watched
the
horse
’
s
action
for
the
space
of
three
minutes
,
then
turned
forward
,
twitched
his
own
bridle
,
and
remained
silent
with
a
profile
neither
more
nor
less
sceptical
than
it
had
been
.
The
part
thus
played
in
dialogue
by
Mr
.
Horrock
was
terribly
effective
.
A
mixture
of
passions
was
excited
in
Fred
—
a
mad
desire
to
thrash
Horrock
’
s
opinion
into
utterance
,
restrained
by
anxiety
to
retain
the
advantage
of
his
friendship
.
There
was
always
the
chance
that
Horrock
might
say
something
quite
invaluable
at
the
right
moment
.
Mr
.
Bambridge
had
more
open
manners
,
and
appeared
to
give
forth
his
ideas
without
economy
.
He
was
loud
,
robust
,
and
was
sometimes
spoken
of
as
being
"
given
to
indulgence
"
—
chiefly
in
swearing
,
drinking
,
and
beating
his
wife
.
Some
people
who
had
lost
by
him
called
him
a
vicious
man
;
but
he
regarded
horse
-
dealing
as
the
finest
of
the
arts
,
and
might
have
argued
plausibly
that
it
had
nothing
to
do
with
morality
.
He
was
undeniably
a
prosperous
man
,
bore
his
drinking
better
than
others
bore
their
moderation
,
and
,
on
the
whole
,
flourished
like
the
green
bay
-
tree
.
But
his
range
of
conversation
was
limited
,
and
like
the
fine
old
tune
,
"
Drops
of
brandy
,
"
gave
you
after
a
while
a
sense
of
returning
upon
itself
in
a
way
that
might
make
weak
heads
dizzy
.
But
a
slight
infusion
of
Mr
.
Bambridge
was
felt
to
give
tone
and
character
to
several
circles
in
Middlemarch
;
and
he
was
a
distinguished
figure
in
the
bar
and
billiard
-
room
at
the
Green
Dragon
.
He
knew
some
anecdotes
about
the
heroes
of
the
turf
,
and
various
clever
tricks
of
Marquesses
and
Viscounts
which
seemed
to
prove
that
blood
asserted
its
pre
-
eminence
even
among
black
-
legs
;
but
the
minute
retentiveness
of
his
memory
was
chiefly
shown
about
the
horses
he
had
himself
bought
and
sold
;
the
number
of
miles
they
would
trot
you
in
no
time
without
turning
a
hair
being
,
after
the
lapse
of
years
,
still
a
subject
of
passionate
asseveration
,
in
which
he
would
assist
the
imagination
of
his
hearers
by
solemnly
swearing
that
they
never
saw
anything
like
it
.
In
short
,
Mr
.
Bambridge
was
a
man
of
pleasure
and
a
gay
companion
.
Fred
was
subtle
,
and
did
not
tell
his
friends
that
he
was
going
to
Houndsley
bent
on
selling
his
horse
:
he
wished
to
get
indirectly
at
their
genuine
opinion
of
its
value
,
not
being
aware
that
a
genuine
opinion
was
the
last
thing
likely
to
be
extracted
from
such
eminent
critics
.
It
was
not
Mr
.
Bambridge
’
s
weakness
to
be
a
gratuitous
flatterer
.
He
had
never
before
been
so
much
struck
with
the
fact
that
this
unfortunate
bay
was
a
roarer
to
a
degree
which
required
the
roundest
word
for
perdition
to
give
you
any
idea
of
it
.
"
You
made
a
bad
hand
at
swapping
when
you
went
to
anybody
but
me
,
Vincy
!
Why
,
you
never
threw
your
leg
across
a
finer
horse
than
that
chestnut
,
and
you
gave
him
for
this
brute
.
If
you
set
him
cantering
,
he
goes
on
like
twenty
sawyers
.
I
never
heard
but
one
worse
roarer
in
my
life
,
and
that
was
a
roan
:
it
belonged
to
Pegwell
,
the
corn
-
factor
;
he
used
to
drive
him
in
his
gig
seven
years
ago
,
and
he
wanted
me
to
take
him
,
but
I
said
,
‘
Thank
you
,
Peg
,
I
don
’
t
deal
in
wind
-
instruments
.
’
That
was
what
I
said
.
It
went
the
round
of
the
country
,
that
joke
did
.
But
,
what
the
hell
!
the
horse
was
a
penny
trumpet
to
that
roarer
of
yours
.
"
"
Why
,
you
said
just
now
his
was
worse
than
mine
,
"
said
Fred
,
more
irritable
than
usual
.
"
I
said
a
lie
,
then
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bambridge
,
emphatically
.
"
There
wasn
’
t
a
penny
to
choose
between
’
em
.
"
