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"
Niver
do
you
mind
what
he
’
s
done
,
"
said
Dagley
,
more
fiercely
,
"
it
’
s
my
business
to
speak
,
an
’
not
yourn
.
An
’
I
wull
speak
,
too
.
I
’
ll
hev
my
say
—
supper
or
no
.
An
’
what
I
say
is
,
as
I
’
ve
lived
upo
’
your
ground
from
my
father
and
grandfather
afore
me
,
an
’
hev
dropped
our
money
into
’
t
,
an
’
me
an
’
my
children
might
lie
an
’
rot
on
the
ground
for
top
-
dressin
’
as
we
can
’
t
find
the
money
to
buy
,
if
the
King
wasn
’
t
to
put
a
stop
.
"
"
My
good
fellow
,
you
’
re
drunk
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
confidentially
but
not
judiciously
.
"
Another
day
,
another
day
,
"
he
added
,
turning
as
if
to
go
.
But
Dagley
immediately
fronted
him
,
and
Fag
at
his
heels
growled
low
,
as
his
master
’
s
voice
grew
louder
and
more
insulting
,
while
Monk
also
drew
close
in
silent
dignified
watch
.
The
laborers
on
the
wagon
were
pausing
to
listen
,
and
it
seemed
wiser
to
be
quite
passive
than
to
attempt
a
ridiculous
flight
pursued
by
a
bawling
man
.
"
I
’
m
no
more
drunk
nor
you
are
,
nor
so
much
,
"
said
Dagley
.
"
I
can
carry
my
liquor
,
an
’
I
know
what
I
meean
.
An
’
I
meean
as
the
King
’
ull
put
a
stop
to
’
t
,
for
them
say
it
as
knows
it
,
as
there
’
s
to
be
a
Rinform
,
and
them
landlords
as
never
done
the
right
thing
by
their
tenants
’
ull
be
treated
i
’
that
way
as
they
’
ll
hev
to
scuttle
off
.
An
’
there
’
s
them
i
’
Middlemarch
knows
what
the
Rinform
is
—
an
’
as
knows
who
’
ll
hev
to
scuttle
.
Says
they
,
‘
I
know
who
YOUR
landlord
is
.
’
An
’
says
I
,
‘
I
hope
you
’
re
the
better
for
knowin
’
him
,
I
arn
’
t
.
’
Says
they
,
‘
He
’
s
a
close
-
fisted
un
.
’
‘
Ay
ay
,
’
says
I
.
‘
He
’
s
a
man
for
the
Rinform
,
’
says
they
.
That
’
s
what
they
says
.
An
’
I
made
out
what
the
Rinform
were
—
an
’
it
were
to
send
you
an
’
your
likes
a
-
scuttlin
’
an
’
wi
’
pretty
strong
-
smellin
’
things
too
.
An
’
you
may
do
as
you
like
now
,
for
I
’
m
none
afeard
on
you
.
An
’
you
’
d
better
let
my
boy
aloan
,
an
’
look
to
yoursen
,
afore
the
Rinform
has
got
upo
’
your
back
.
That
’
s
what
I
’
n
got
to
say
,
"
concluded
Mr
.
Dagley
,
striking
his
fork
into
the
ground
with
a
firmness
which
proved
inconvenient
as
he
tried
to
draw
it
up
again
.
At
this
last
action
Monk
began
to
bark
loudly
,
and
it
was
a
moment
for
Mr
.
Brooke
to
escape
.
He
walked
out
of
the
yard
as
quickly
as
he
could
,
in
some
amazement
at
the
novelty
of
his
situation
.
He
had
never
been
insulted
on
his
own
land
before
,
and
had
been
inclined
to
regard
himself
as
a
general
favorite
(
we
are
all
apt
to
do
so
,
when
we
think
of
our
own
amiability
more
than
of
what
other
people
are
likely
to
want
of
us
)
.
When
he
had
quarrelled
with
Caleb
Garth
twelve
years
before
he
had
thought
that
the
tenants
would
be
pleased
at
the
landlord
’
s
taking
everything
into
his
own
hands
.
Some
who
follow
the
narrative
of
his
experience
may
wonder
at
the
midnight
darkness
of
Mr
Dagley
;
but
nothing
was
easier
in
those
times
than
for
an
hereditary
farmer
of
his
grade
to
be
ignorant
,
in
spite
somehow
of
having
a
rector
in
the
twin
parish
who
was
a
gentleman
to
the
backbone
,
a
curate
nearer
at
hand
who
preached
more
learnedly
than
the
rector
,
a
landlord
who
had
gone
into
everything
,
especially
fine
art
and
social
improvement
,
and
all
the
lights
of
Middlemarch
only
three
miles
off
.
As
to
the
facility
with
which
mortals
escape
knowledge
,
try
an
average
acquaintance
in
the
intellectual
blaze
of
London
,
and
consider
what
that
eligible
person
for
a
dinner
-
party
would
have
been
if
he
had
learned
scant
skill
in
"
summing
"
from
the
parish
-
clerk
of
Tipton
,
and
read
a
chapter
in
the
Bible
with
immense
difficulty
,
because
such
names
as
Isaiah
or
Apollos
remained
unmanageable
after
twice
spelling
.
Poor
Dagley
read
a
few
verses
sometimes
on
a
Sunday
evening
,
and
the
world
was
at
least
not
darker
to
him
than
it
had
been
before
.
Some
things
he
knew
thoroughly
,
namely
,
the
slovenly
habits
of
farming
,
and
the
awkwardness
of
weather
,
stock
and
crops
,
at
Freeman
’
s
End
—
so
called
apparently
by
way
of
sarcasm
,
to
imply
that
a
man
was
free
to
quit
it
if
he
chose
,
but
that
there
was
no
earthly
"
beyond
"
open
to
him
.
Wise
in
his
daily
work
was
he
:
To
fruits
of
diligence
,
And
not
to
faiths
or
polity
,
He
plied
his
utmost
sense
.
These
perfect
in
their
little
parts
,
Whose
work
is
all
their
prize
—
Without
them
how
could
laws
,
or
arts
,
Or
towered
cities
rise
?
In
watching
effects
,
if
only
of
an
electric
battery
,
it
is
often
necessary
to
change
our
place
and
examine
a
particular
mixture
or
group
at
some
distance
from
the
point
where
the
movement
we
are
interested
in
was
set
up
.
The
group
I
am
moving
towards
is
at
Caleb
Garth
’
s
breakfast
-
table
in
the
large
parlor
where
the
maps
and
desk
were
:
father
,
mother
,
and
five
of
the
children
.
Mary
was
just
now
at
home
waiting
for
a
situation
,
while
Christy
,
the
boy
next
to
her
,
was
getting
cheap
learning
and
cheap
fare
in
Scotland
,
having
to
his
father
’
s
disappointment
taken
to
books
instead
of
that
sacred
calling
"
business
.
"
