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Horrock
with
it
,
but
this
committal
of
himself
to
an
opinion
fell
from
him
with
so
little
sacrifice
of
his
neutral
expression
,
that
the
bid
might
not
have
been
detected
as
his
but
for
the
friendly
oaths
of
Mr
.
Bambridge
,
who
wanted
to
know
what
Horrock
would
do
with
blasted
stuff
only
fit
for
haberdashers
given
over
to
that
state
of
perdition
which
the
horse
-
dealer
so
cordially
recognized
in
the
majority
of
earthly
existences
.
The
lot
was
finally
knocked
down
at
a
guinea
to
Mr
.
Spilkins
,
a
young
Slender
of
the
neighborhood
,
who
was
reckless
with
his
pocket
-
money
and
felt
his
want
of
memory
for
riddles
.
"
Come
,
Trumbull
,
this
is
too
bad
—
you
’
ve
been
putting
some
old
maid
’
s
rubbish
into
the
sale
,
"
murmured
Mr
.
Toller
,
getting
close
to
the
auctioneer
.
"
I
want
to
see
how
the
prints
go
,
and
I
must
be
off
soon
.
"
"
IMmediately
,
Mr
.
Toller
.
It
was
only
an
act
of
benevolence
which
your
noble
heart
would
approve
.
Joseph
!
quick
with
the
prints
—
Lot
235
.
Now
,
gentlemen
,
you
who
are
connoissURES
,
you
are
going
to
have
a
treat
.
Here
is
an
engraving
of
the
Duke
of
Wellington
surrounded
by
his
staff
on
the
Field
of
Waterloo
;
and
notwithstanding
recent
events
which
have
,
as
it
were
,
enveloped
our
great
Hero
in
a
cloud
,
I
will
be
bold
to
say
—
for
a
man
in
my
line
must
not
be
blown
about
by
political
winds
—
that
a
finer
subject
—
of
the
modern
order
,
belonging
to
our
own
time
and
epoch
—
the
understanding
of
man
could
hardly
conceive
:
angels
might
,
perhaps
,
but
not
men
,
sirs
,
not
men
.
"
"
Who
painted
it
?
"
said
Mr
.
Powderell
,
much
impressed
.
"
It
is
a
proof
before
the
letter
,
Mr
.
Powderell
—
the
painter
is
not
known
,
"
answered
Trumbull
,
with
a
certain
gaspingness
in
his
last
words
,
after
which
he
pursed
up
his
lips
and
stared
round
him
.
"
I
’
ll
bid
a
pound
!
"
said
Mr
.
Powderell
,
in
a
tone
of
resolved
emotion
,
as
of
a
man
ready
to
put
himself
in
the
breach
.
Whether
from
awe
or
pity
,
nobody
raised
the
price
on
him
.
Next
came
two
Dutch
prints
which
Mr
.
Toller
had
been
eager
for
,
and
after
he
had
secured
them
he
went
away
.
Other
prints
,
and
afterwards
some
paintings
,
were
sold
to
leading
Middlemarchers
who
had
come
with
a
special
desire
for
them
,
and
there
was
a
more
active
movement
of
the
audience
in
and
out
;
some
,
who
had
bought
what
they
wanted
,
going
away
,
others
coming
in
either
quite
newly
or
from
a
temporary
visit
to
the
refreshments
which
were
spread
under
the
marquee
on
the
lawn
.
It
was
this
marquee
that
Mr
.
Bambridge
was
bent
on
buying
,
and
he
appeared
to
like
looking
inside
it
frequently
,
as
a
foretaste
of
its
possession
.
On
the
last
occasion
of
his
return
from
it
he
was
observed
to
bring
with
him
a
new
companion
,
a
stranger
to
Mr
.
Trumbull
and
every
one
else
,
whose
appearance
,
however
,
led
to
the
supposition
that
he
might
be
a
relative
of
the
horse
-
dealer
’
s
—
also
"
given
to
indulgence
.
"
His
large
whiskers
,
imposing
swagger
,
and
swing
of
the
leg
,
made
him
a
striking
figure
;
but
his
suit
of
black
,
rather
shabby
at
the
edges
,
caused
the
prejudicial
inference
that
he
was
not
able
to
afford
himself
as
much
indulgence
as
he
liked
.
"
Who
is
it
you
’
ve
picked
up
,
Bam
?
"
said
Mr
.
Horrock
,
aside
.
