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"
What
do
you
think
of
him
?
"
said
Bulstrode
,
in
private
.
"
The
symptoms
are
worse
.
"
"
You
are
less
hopeful
?
"
"
No
;
I
still
think
he
may
come
round
.
Are
you
going
to
stay
here
yourself
?
"
said
Lydgate
,
looking
at
Bulstrode
with
an
abrupt
question
,
which
made
him
uneasy
,
though
in
reality
it
was
not
due
to
any
suspicious
conjecture
.
"
Yes
,
I
think
so
,
"
said
Bulstrode
,
governing
himself
and
speaking
with
deliberation
.
"
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
is
advised
of
the
reasons
which
detain
me
.
Mrs
.
Abel
and
her
husband
are
not
experienced
enough
to
be
left
quite
alone
,
and
this
kind
of
responsibility
is
scarcely
included
in
their
service
of
me
.
You
have
some
fresh
instructions
,
I
presume
.
"
The
chief
new
instruction
that
Lydgate
had
to
give
was
on
the
administration
of
extremely
moderate
doses
of
opium
,
in
case
of
the
sleeplessness
continuing
after
several
hours
.
He
had
taken
the
precaution
of
bringing
opium
in
his
pocket
,
and
he
gave
minute
directions
to
Bulstrode
as
to
the
doses
,
and
the
point
at
which
they
should
cease
.
He
insisted
on
the
risk
of
not
ceasing
;
and
repeated
his
order
that
no
alcohol
should
be
given
.
"
From
what
I
see
of
the
case
,
"
he
ended
,
"
narcotism
is
the
only
thing
I
should
be
much
afraid
of
.
He
may
wear
through
even
without
much
food
.
There
’
s
a
good
deal
of
strength
in
him
.
"
"
You
look
ill
yourself
,
Mr
.
Lydgate
—
a
most
unusual
,
I
may
say
unprecedented
thing
in
my
knowledge
of
you
,
"
said
Bulstrode
,
showing
a
solicitude
as
unlike
his
indifference
the
day
before
,
as
his
present
recklessness
about
his
own
fatigue
was
unlike
his
habitual
self
-
cherishing
anxiety
.
"
I
fear
you
are
harassed
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
am
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
brusquely
,
holding
his
hat
,
and
ready
to
go
.
