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"
Ask
him
yourself
,
"
returned
Mr
.
Bambridge
.
"
He
said
he
’
d
just
turned
in
from
the
road
.
"
Mr
.
Horrock
eyed
the
stranger
,
who
was
leaning
back
against
his
stick
with
one
hand
,
using
his
toothpick
with
the
other
,
and
looking
about
him
with
a
certain
restlessness
apparently
under
the
silence
imposed
on
him
by
circumstances
.
At
length
the
"
Supper
at
Emmaus
"
was
brought
forward
,
to
Wills
immense
relief
,
for
he
was
getting
so
tired
of
the
proceedings
that
he
had
drawn
back
a
little
and
leaned
his
shoulder
against
the
wall
just
behind
the
auctioneer
.
He
now
came
forward
again
,
and
his
eye
caught
the
conspicuous
stranger
,
who
,
rather
to
his
surprise
,
was
staring
at
him
markedly
.
But
Will
was
immediately
appealed
to
by
Mr
.
Trumbull
.
"
Yes
,
Mr
.
Ladislaw
,
yes
;
this
interests
you
as
a
connoissURE
,
I
think
.
It
is
some
pleasure
,
"
the
auctioneer
went
on
with
a
rising
fervor
,
"
to
have
a
picture
like
this
to
show
to
a
company
of
ladies
and
gentlemen
—
a
picture
worth
any
sum
to
an
individual
whose
means
were
on
a
level
with
his
judgment
.
It
is
a
painting
of
the
Italian
school
—
by
the
celebrated
Guydo
,
the
greatest
painter
in
the
world
,
the
chief
of
the
Old
Masters
,
as
they
are
called
—
I
take
it
,
because
they
were
up
to
a
thing
or
two
beyond
most
of
us
—
in
possession
of
secrets
now
lost
to
the
bulk
of
mankind
.
Let
me
tell
you
,
gentlemen
,
I
have
seen
a
great
many
pictures
by
the
Old
Masters
,
and
they
are
not
all
up
to
this
mark
—
some
of
them
are
darker
than
you
might
like
and
not
family
subjects
.
But
here
is
a
Guydo
—
the
frame
alone
is
worth
pounds
—
which
any
lady
might
be
proud
to
hang
up
—
a
suitable
thing
for
what
we
call
a
refectory
in
a
charitable
institution
,
if
any
gentleman
of
the
Corporation
wished
to
show
his
munifiCENCE
.
Turn
it
a
little
,
sir
?
yes
.
Joseph
,
turn
it
a
little
towards
Mr
.
Ladislaw
—
Mr
.
Ladislaw
,
having
been
abroad
,
understands
the
merit
of
these
things
,
you
observe
.
"
All
eyes
were
for
a
moment
turned
towards
Will
,
who
said
,
coolly
,
"
Five
pounds
.
"
The
auctioneer
burst
out
in
deep
remonstrance
.
"
Ah
!
Mr
.
Ladislaw
!
the
frame
alone
is
worth
that
.
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
for
the
credit
of
the
town
!
Suppose
it
should
be
discovered
hereafter
that
a
gem
of
art
has
been
amongst
us
in
this
town
,
and
nobody
in
Middlemarch
awake
to
it
.
Five
guineas
—
five
seven
-
six
—
five
ten
.
Still
,
ladies
,
still
!
It
is
a
gem
,
and
‘
Full
many
a
gem
,
’
as
the
poet
says
,
has
been
allowed
to
go
at
a
nominal
pride
because
the
public
knew
no
better
,
because
it
was
offered
in
circles
where
there
was
—
I
was
going
to
say
a
low
feeling
,
but
no
!
—
Six
pounds
—
six
guineas
—
a
Guydo
of
the
first
order
going
at
six
guineas
—
it
is
an
insult
to
religion
,
ladies
;
it
touches
us
all
as
Christians
,
gentlemen
,
that
a
subject
like
this
should
go
at
such
a
low
figure
—
six
pounds
ten
—
seven
—
"
The
bidding
was
brisk
,
and
Will
continued
to
share
in
it
,
remembering
that
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
had
a
strong
wish
for
the
picture
,
and
thinking
that
he
might
stretch
the
price
to
twelve
pounds
.
But
it
was
knocked
down
to
him
at
ten
guineas
,
whereupon
he
pushed
his
way
towards
the
bow
-
window
and
went
out
.
He
chose
to
go
under
the
marquee
to
get
a
glass
of
water
,
being
hot
and
thirsty
:
it
was
empty
of
other
visitors
,
and
he
asked
the
woman
in
attendance
to
fetch
him
some
fresh
water
;
but
before
she
was
well
gone
he
was
annoyed
to
see
entering
the
florid
stranger
who
had
stared
at
him
.
It
struck
Will
at
this
moment
that
the
man
might
be
one
of
those
political
parasitic
insects
of
the
bloated
kind
who
had
once
or
twice
claimed
acquaintance
with
him
as
having
heard
him
speak
on
the
Reform
question
,
and
who
might
think
of
getting
a
shilling
by
news
.
In
this
light
his
person
,
already
rather
heating
to
behold
on
a
summer
’
s
day
,
appeared
the
more
disagreeable
;
and
Will
,
half
-
seated
on
the
elbow
of
a
garden
-
chair
,
turned
his
eyes
carefully
away
from
the
comer
.
But
this
signified
little
to
our
acquaintance
Mr
.
Raffles
,
who
never
hesitated
to
thrust
himself
on
unwilling
observation
,
if
it
suited
his
purpose
to
do
so
.
He
moved
.
a
step
or
two
till
he
was
in
front
of
Will
,
and
said
with
full
-
mouthed
haste
,
"
Excuse
me
,
Mr
.
Ladislaw
—
was
your
mother
’
s
name
Sarah
Dunkirk
?
"
