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"
Has
anything
worried
you
?
"
she
said
.
"
Did
that
man
come
to
you
at
the
Bank
?
"
"
Yes
;
it
was
as
I
had
supposed
.
He
is
a
man
who
at
one
time
might
have
done
better
.
But
he
has
sunk
into
a
drunken
debauched
creature
.
"
"
Is
he
quite
gone
away
?
"
said
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
,
anxiously
but
for
certain
reasons
she
refrained
from
adding
,
"
It
was
very
disagreeable
to
hear
him
calling
himself
a
friend
of
yours
.
"
At
that
moment
she
would
not
have
liked
to
say
anything
which
implied
her
habitual
consciousness
that
her
husband
’
s
earlier
connections
were
not
quite
on
a
level
with
her
own
.
Not
that
she
knew
much
about
them
.
That
her
husband
had
at
first
been
employed
in
a
bank
,
that
he
had
afterwards
entered
into
what
he
called
city
business
and
gained
a
fortune
before
he
was
three
-
and
-
thirty
,
that
he
had
married
a
widow
who
was
much
older
than
himself
—
a
Dissenter
,
and
in
other
ways
probably
of
that
disadvantageous
quality
usually
perceptible
in
a
first
wife
if
inquired
into
with
the
dispassionate
judgment
of
a
second
—
was
almost
as
much
as
she
had
cared
to
learn
beyond
the
glimpses
which
Mr
.
Bulstrode
’
s
narrative
occasionally
gave
of
his
early
bent
towards
religion
,
his
inclination
to
be
a
preacher
,
and
his
association
with
missionary
and
philanthropic
efforts
.
She
believed
in
him
as
an
excellent
man
whose
piety
carried
a
peculiar
eminence
in
belonging
to
a
layman
,
whose
influence
had
turned
her
own
mind
toward
seriousness
,
and
whose
share
of
perishable
good
had
been
the
means
of
raising
her
own
position
.
But
she
also
liked
to
think
that
it
was
well
in
every
sense
for
Mr
.
Bulstrode
to
have
won
the
hand
of
Harriet
Vincy
;
whose
family
was
undeniable
in
a
Middlemarch
light
—
a
better
light
surely
than
any
thrown
in
London
thoroughfares
or
dissenting
chapel
-
yards
.
The
unreformed
provincial
mind
distrusted
London
;
and
while
true
religion
was
everywhere
saving
,
honest
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
was
convinced
that
to
be
saved
in
the
Church
was
more
respectable
.
She
so
much
wished
to
ignore
towards
others
that
her
husband
had
ever
been
a
London
Dissenter
,
that
she
liked
to
keep
it
out
of
sight
even
in
talking
to
him
.
He
was
quite
aware
of
this
;
indeed
in
some
respects
he
was
rather
afraid
of
this
ingenuous
wife
,
whose
imitative
piety
and
native
worldliness
were
equally
sincere
,
who
had
nothing
to
be
ashamed
of
,
and
whom
he
had
married
out
of
a
thorough
inclination
still
subsisting
.
But
his
fears
were
such
as
belong
to
a
man
who
cares
to
maintain
his
recognized
supremacy
:
the
loss
of
high
consideration
from
his
wife
,
as
from
every
one
else
who
did
not
clearly
hate
him
out
of
enmity
to
the
truth
,
would
be
as
the
beginning
of
death
to
him
.
When
she
said
—
"
Is
he
quite
gone
away
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
trust
so
,
"
he
answered
,
with
an
effort
to
throw
as
much
sober
unconcern
into
his
tone
as
possible
!
But
in
truth
Mr
.
Bulstrode
was
very
far
from
a
state
of
quiet
trust
.
In
the
interview
at
the
Bank
,
Raffles
had
made
it
evident
that
his
eagerness
to
torment
was
almost
as
strong
in
him
as
any
other
greed
.
He
had
frankly
said
that
he
had
turned
out
of
the
way
to
come
to
Middlemarch
,
just
to
look
about
him
and
see
whether
the
neighborhood
would
suit
him
to
live
in
.
He
had
certainly
had
a
few
debts
to
pay
more
than
he
expected
,
but
the
two
hundred
pounds
were
not
gone
yet
:
a
cool
five
-
and
-
twenty
would
suffice
him
to
go
away
with
for
the
present
.
What
he
had
wanted
chiefly
was
to
see
his
friend
Nick
and
family
,
and
know
all
about
the
prosperity
of
a
man
to
whom
he
was
so
much
attached
.
By
-
and
-
by
he
might
come
back
for
a
longer
stay
.
This
time
Raffles
declined
to
be
"
seen
off
the
premises
,
"
as
he
expressed
it
—
declined
to
quit
Middlemarch
under
Bulstrode
’
s
eyes
.
He
meant
to
go
by
coach
the
next
day
—
if
he
chose
.
Bulstrode
felt
himself
helpless
.
Neither
threats
nor
coaxing
could
avail
:
he
could
not
count
on
any
persistent
fear
nor
on
any
promise
.
On
the
contrary
,
he
felt
a
cold
certainty
at
his
heart
that
Raffles
—
unless
providence
sent
death
to
hinder
him
—
would
come
back
to
Middlemarch
before
long
.
And
that
certainty
was
a
terror
.
