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"
Unless
there
turn
out
to
be
further
complications
,
such
as
I
have
not
at
present
detected
—
yes
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
He
may
pass
on
to
a
worse
stage
;
but
I
should
not
wonder
if
ho
got
better
in
a
few
days
,
by
adhering
to
the
treatment
I
have
prescribed
.
There
must
be
firmness
.
Remember
,
if
he
calls
for
liquors
of
any
sort
,
not
to
give
them
to
him
.
In
my
opinion
,
men
in
his
condition
are
oftener
killed
by
treatment
than
by
the
disease
.
Still
,
new
symptoms
may
arise
.
I
shall
come
again
to
-
morrow
morning
.
"
After
waiting
for
the
note
to
be
carried
to
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
,
Lydgate
rode
away
,
forming
no
conjectures
,
in
the
first
instance
,
about
the
history
of
Raffles
,
but
rehearsing
the
whole
argument
,
which
had
lately
been
much
stirred
by
the
publication
of
Dr
.
Ware
’
s
abundant
experience
in
America
,
as
to
the
right
way
of
treating
cases
of
alcoholic
poisoning
such
as
this
.
Lydgate
,
when
abroad
,
had
already
been
interested
in
this
question
:
he
was
strongly
convinced
against
the
prevalent
practice
of
allowing
alcohol
and
persistently
administering
large
doses
of
opium
;
and
he
had
repeatedly
acted
on
this
conviction
with
a
favorable
result
.
"
The
man
is
in
a
diseased
state
,
"
he
thought
,
"
but
there
’
s
a
good
deal
of
wear
in
him
still
.
I
suppose
he
is
an
object
of
charity
to
Bulstrode
.
It
is
curious
what
patches
of
hardness
and
tenderness
lie
side
by
side
in
men
’
s
dispositions
.
Bulstrode
seems
the
most
unsympathetic
fellow
I
ever
saw
about
some
people
,
and
yet
he
has
taken
no
end
of
trouble
,
and
spent
a
great
deal
of
money
,
on
benevolent
objects
.
I
suppose
he
has
some
test
by
which
he
finds
out
whom
Heaven
cares
for
—
he
has
made
up
his
mind
that
it
doesn
’
t
care
for
me
.
"
This
streak
of
bitterness
came
from
a
plenteous
source
,
and
kept
widening
in
the
current
of
his
thought
as
he
neared
Lowick
Gate
.
He
had
not
been
there
since
his
first
interview
with
Bulstrode
in
the
morning
,
having
been
found
at
the
Hospital
by
the
banker
’
s
messenger
;
and
for
the
first
time
he
was
returning
to
his
home
without
the
vision
of
any
expedient
in
the
background
which
left
him
a
hope
of
raising
money
enough
to
deliver
him
from
the
coming
destitution
of
everything
which
made
his
married
life
tolerable
—
everything
which
saved
him
and
Rosamond
from
that
bare
isolation
in
which
they
would
be
forced
to
recognize
how
little
of
a
comfort
they
could
be
to
each
other
.
It
was
more
bearable
to
do
without
tenderness
for
himself
than
to
see
that
his
own
tenderness
could
make
no
amends
for
the
lack
of
other
things
to
her
.
The
sufferings
of
his
own
pride
from
humiliations
past
and
to
come
were
keen
enough
,
yet
they
were
hardly
distinguishable
to
himself
from
that
more
acute
pain
which
dominated
them
—
the
pain
of
foreseeing
that
Rosamond
would
come
to
regard
him
chiefly
as
the
cause
of
disappointment
and
unhappiness
to
her
.
He
had
never
liked
the
makeshifts
of
poverty
,
and
they
had
never
before
entered
into
his
prospects
for
himself
;
but
he
was
beginning
now
to
imagine
how
two
creatures
who
loved
each
other
,
and
had
a
stock
of
thoughts
in
common
,
might
laugh
over
their
shabby
furniture
,
and
their
calculations
how
far
they
could
afford
butter
and
eggs
.
But
the
glimpse
of
that
poetry
seemed
as
far
off
from
him
as
the
carelessness
of
the
golden
age
;
in
poor
Rosamond
’
s
mind
there
was
not
room
enough
for
luxuries
to
look
small
in
.
He
got
down
from
his
horse
in
a
very
sad
mood
,
and
went
into
the
house
,
not
expecting
to
be
cheered
except
by
his
dinner
,
and
reflecting
that
before
the
evening
closed
it
would
be
wise
to
tell
Rosamond
of
his
application
to
Bulstrode
and
its
failure
.
It
would
be
well
not
to
lose
time
in
preparing
her
for
the
worst
.
But
his
dinner
waited
long
for
him
before
he
was
able
to
eat
it
.
For
on
entering
he
found
that
Dover
’
s
agent
had
already
put
a
man
in
the
house
,
and
when
he
asked
where
Mrs
.
Lydgate
was
,
he
was
told
that
she
was
in
her
bedroom
.
He
went
up
and
found
her
stretched
on
the
bed
pale
and
silent
,
without
an
answer
even
in
her
face
to
any
word
or
look
of
his
.
He
sat
down
by
the
bed
and
leaning
over
her
said
with
almost
a
cry
of
prayer
—
"
Forgive
me
for
this
misery
,
my
poor
Rosamond
!
Let
us
only
love
one
another
.
"
She
looked
at
him
silently
,
still
with
the
blank
despair
on
her
face
;
but
then
the
tears
began
to
fill
her
blue
eyes
,
and
her
lip
trembled
.
The
strong
man
had
had
too
much
to
bear
that
day
.
