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"
That
was
very
brutal
,
I
think
,
"
said
Dorothea
"
Well
,
now
,
it
seemed
rather
black
to
me
,
I
confess
,
in
a
Methodist
preacher
,
you
know
.
And
Johnson
said
,
‘
You
may
judge
what
a
hypoCRITE
he
is
.
’
And
upon
my
word
,
I
thought
Flavell
looked
very
little
like
‘
the
highest
style
of
man
’
—
as
somebody
calls
the
Christian
—
Young
,
the
poet
Young
,
I
think
—
you
know
Young
?
Well
,
now
,
Flavell
in
his
shabby
black
gaiters
,
pleading
that
he
thought
the
Lord
had
sent
him
and
his
wife
a
good
dinner
,
and
he
had
a
right
to
knock
it
down
,
though
not
a
mighty
hunter
before
the
Lord
,
as
Nimrod
was
—
I
assure
you
it
was
rather
comic
:
Fielding
would
have
made
something
of
it
—
or
Scott
,
now
—
Scott
might
have
worked
it
up
.
But
really
,
when
I
came
to
think
of
it
,
I
couldn
’
t
help
liking
that
the
fellow
should
have
a
bit
of
hare
to
say
grace
over
.
It
’
s
all
a
matter
of
prejudice
—
prejudice
with
the
law
on
its
side
,
you
know
—
about
the
stick
and
the
gaiters
,
and
so
on
.
However
,
it
doesn
’
t
do
to
reason
about
things
;
and
law
is
law
.
But
I
got
Johnson
to
be
quiet
,
and
I
hushed
the
matter
up
.
I
doubt
whether
Chettam
would
not
have
been
more
severe
,
and
yet
he
comes
down
on
me
as
if
I
were
the
hardest
man
in
the
county
.
But
here
we
are
at
Dagley
’
s
.
"
Mr
.
Brooke
got
down
at
a
farmyard
-
gate
,
and
Dorothea
drove
on
.
It
is
wonderful
how
much
uglier
things
will
look
when
we
only
suspect
that
we
are
blamed
for
them
.
Even
our
own
persons
in
the
glass
are
apt
to
change
their
aspect
for
us
after
we
have
heard
some
frank
remark
on
their
less
admirable
points
;
and
on
the
other
hand
it
is
astonishing
how
pleasantly
conscience
takes
our
encroachments
on
those
who
never
complain
or
have
nobody
to
complain
for
them
.
Dagley
’
s
homestead
never
before
looked
so
dismal
to
Mr
.
Brooke
as
it
did
today
,
with
his
mind
thus
sore
about
the
fault
-
finding
of
the
"
Trumpet
,
"
echoed
by
Sir
James
.
It
is
true
that
an
observer
,
under
that
softening
influence
of
the
fine
arts
which
makes
other
people
’
s
hardships
picturesque
,
might
have
been
delighted
with
this
homestead
called
Freeman
’
s
End
:
the
old
house
had
dormer
-
windows
in
the
dark
red
roof
,
two
of
the
chimneys
were
choked
with
ivy
,
the
large
porch
was
blocked
up
with
bundles
of
sticks
,
and
half
the
windows
were
closed
with
gray
worm
-
eaten
shutters
about
which
the
jasmine
-
boughs
grew
in
wild
luxuriance
;
the
mouldering
garden
wall
with
hollyhocks
peeping
over
it
was
a
perfect
study
of
highly
mingled
subdued
color
,
and
there
was
an
aged
goat
(
kept
doubtless
on
interesting
superstitious
grounds
)
lying
against
the
open
back
-
kitchen
door
.
The
mossy
thatch
of
the
cow
-
shed
,
the
broken
gray
barn
-
doors
,
the
pauper
laborers
in
ragged
breeches
who
had
nearly
finished
unloading
a
wagon
of
corn
into
the
barn
ready
for
early
thrashing
;
the
scanty
dairy
of
cows
being
tethered
for
milking
and
leaving
one
half
of
the
shed
in
brown
emptiness
;
the
very
pigs
and
white
ducks
seeming
to
wander
about
the
uneven
neglected
yard
as
if
in
low
spirits
from
feeding
on
a
too
meagre
quality
of
rinsings
—
all
these
objects
under
the
quiet
light
of
a
sky
marbled
with
high
clouds
would
have
made
a
sort
of
picture
which
we
have
all
paused
over
as
a
"
charming
bit
,
"
touching
other
sensibilities
than
those
which
are
stirred
by
the
depression
of
the
agricultural
interest
,
with
the
sad
lack
of
farming
capital
,
as
seen
constantly
in
the
newspapers
of
that
time
.
But
these
troublesome
associations
were
just
now
strongly
present
to
Mr
.
Brooke
,
and
spoiled
the
scene
for
him
.
Mr
.
Dagley
himself
made
a
figure
in
the
landscape
,
carrying
a
pitchfork
and
wearing
his
milking
-
hat
—
a
very
old
beaver
flattened
in
front
.
His
coat
and
breeches
were
the
best
he
had
,
and
he
would
not
have
been
wearing
them
on
this
weekday
occasion
if
he
had
not
been
to
market
and
returned
later
than
usual
,
having
given
himself
the
rare
treat
of
dining
at
the
public
table
of
the
Blue
Bull
.
How
he
came
to
fall
into
this
extravagance
would
perhaps
be
matter
of
wonderment
to
himself
on
the
morrow
;
but
before
dinner
something
in
the
state
of
the
country
,
a
slight
pause
in
the
harvest
before
the
Far
Dips
were
cut
,
the
stories
about
the
new
King
and
the
numerous
handbills
on
the
walls
,
had
seemed
to
warrant
a
little
recklessness
.
It
was
a
maxim
about
Middlemarch
,
and
regarded
as
self
-
evident
,
that
good
meat
should
have
good
drink
,
which
last
Dagley
interpreted
as
plenty
of
table
ale
well
followed
up
by
rum
-
and
-
water
.
These
liquors
have
so
far
truth
in
them
that
they
were
not
false
enough
to
make
poor
Dagley
seem
merry
:
they
only
made
his
discontent
less
tongue
-
tied
than
usual
.
He
had
also
taken
too
much
in
the
shape
of
muddy
political
talk
,
a
stimulant
dangerously
disturbing
to
his
farming
conservatism
,
which
consisted
in
holding
that
whatever
is
,
is
bad
,
and
any
change
is
likely
to
be
worse
.
He
was
flushed
,
and
his
eyes
had
a
decidedly
quarrelsome
stare
as
he
stood
still
grasping
his
pitchfork
,
while
the
landlord
approached
with
his
easy
shuffling
walk
,
one
hand
in
his
trouser
-
pocket
and
the
other
swinging
round
a
thin
walking
-
stick
.
"
Dagley
,
my
good
fellow
,
"
began
Mr
.
Brooke
,
conscious
that
he
was
going
to
be
very
friendly
about
the
boy
.
"
Oh
,
ay
,
I
’
m
a
good
feller
,
am
I
?
Thank
ye
,
sir
,
thank
ye
,
"
said
Dagley
,
with
a
loud
snarling
irony
which
made
Fag
the
sheep
-
dog
stir
from
his
seat
and
prick
his
ears
;
but
seeing
Monk
enter
the
yard
after
some
outside
loitering
,
Fag
seated
himself
again
in
an
attitude
of
observation
.
"
I
’
m
glad
to
hear
I
’
m
a
good
feller
.
"
