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"
But
what
the
deuce
was
the
name
?
"
he
presently
said
,
half
aloud
,
scratching
his
head
,
and
wrinkling
his
brows
horizontally
.
He
had
not
really
cared
or
thought
about
this
point
of
forgetfulness
until
it
occurred
to
him
in
his
invention
of
annoyances
for
Bulstrode
.
"
It
began
with
L
;
it
was
almost
all
l
’
s
I
fancy
,
"
he
went
on
,
with
a
sense
that
he
was
getting
hold
of
the
slippery
name
.
But
the
hold
was
too
slight
,
and
he
soon
got
tired
of
this
mental
chase
;
for
few
men
were
more
impatient
of
private
occupation
or
more
in
need
of
making
themselves
continually
heard
than
Mr
.
Raffles
.
He
preferred
using
his
time
in
pleasant
conversation
with
the
bailiff
and
the
housekeeper
,
from
whom
he
gathered
as
much
as
he
wanted
to
know
about
Mr
.
Bulstrode
’
s
position
in
Middlemarch
.
After
all
,
however
,
there
was
a
dull
space
of
time
which
needed
relieving
with
bread
and
cheese
and
ale
,
and
when
he
was
seated
alone
with
these
resources
in
the
wainscoted
parlor
,
he
suddenly
slapped
his
knee
,
and
exclaimed
,
"
Ladislaw
!
"
That
action
of
memory
which
he
had
tried
to
set
going
,
and
had
abandoned
in
despair
,
had
suddenly
completed
itself
without
conscious
effort
—
a
common
experience
,
agreeable
as
a
completed
sneeze
,
even
if
the
name
remembered
is
of
no
value
.
Raffles
immediately
took
out
his
pocket
-
book
,
and
wrote
down
the
name
,
not
because
he
expected
to
use
it
,
but
merely
for
the
sake
of
not
being
at
a
loss
if
he
ever
did
happen
to
want
it
.
He
was
not
going
to
tell
Bulstrode
:
there
was
no
actual
good
in
telling
,
and
to
a
mind
like
that
of
Mr
.
Raffles
there
is
always
probable
good
in
a
secret
.
He
was
satisfied
with
his
present
success
,
and
by
three
o
’
clock
that
day
he
had
taken
up
his
portmanteau
at
the
turnpike
and
mounted
the
coach
,
relieving
Mr
Bulstrode
’
s
eyes
of
an
ugly
black
spot
on
the
landscape
at
Stone
Court
,
but
not
relieving
him
of
the
dread
that
the
black
spot
might
reappear
and
become
inseparable
even
from
the
vision
of
his
hearth
.
"
Negli
occhi
porta
la
mia
donna
Amore
;
Per
che
si
fa
gentil
eio
ch
’
ella
mira
:
Ov
’
ella
passa
,
ogni
uom
ver
lei
si
gira
,
E
cui
saluta
fa
tremar
lo
core
.
Sicche
,
bassando
il
viso
,
tutto
smore
,
E
d
’
ogni
suo
difetto
allor
sospira
:
Fuggon
dinanzi
a
lei
Superbia
ed
Ira
:
Aiutatemi
,
donne
,
a
farle
onore
.
Ogni
dolcezza
,
ogni
pensiero
umileNasee
nel
core
a
chi
parlar
la
sente
;
Ond
’
e
beato
chi
prima
la
vide
.
Quel
ch
’
ella
par
quand
’
un
poco
sorride
,
Non
si
pub
dicer
,
ne
tener
a
mente
,
Si
e
nuovo
miracolo
gentile
.
"
—
DANTE
:
la
Vita
Nuova
.
By
that
delightful
morning
when
the
hay
-
ricks
at
Stone
Court
were
scenting
the
air
quite
impartially
,
as
if
Mr
.
Raffles
had
been
a
guest
worthy
of
finest
incense
,
Dorothea
had
again
taken
up
her
abode
at
Lowick
Manor
.
After
three
months
Freshitt
had
become
rather
oppressive
:
to
sit
like
a
model
for
Saint
Catherine
looking
rapturously
at
Celia
’
s
baby
would
not
do
for
many
hours
in
the
day
,
and
to
remain
in
that
momentous
babe
’
s
presence
with
persistent
disregard
was
a
course
that
could
not
have
been
tolerated
in
a
childless
sister
.
Dorothea
would
have
been
capable
of
carrying
baby
joyfully
for
a
mile
if
there
had
been
need
,
and
of
loving
it
the
more
tenderly
for
that
labor
;
but
to
an
aunt
who
does
not
recognize
her
infant
nephew
as
Bouddha
,
and
has
nothing
to
do
for
him
but
to
admire
,
his
behavior
is
apt
to
appear
monotonous
,
and
the
interest
of
watching
him
exhaustible
.
This
possibility
was
quite
hidden
from
Celia
,
who
felt
that
Dorothea
’
s
childless
widowhood
fell
in
quite
prettily
with
the
birth
of
little
Arthur
(
baby
was
named
after
Mr
.
Brooke
)
.
