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The
banker
felt
that
he
had
done
something
to
nullify
one
cause
of
uneasiness
,
and
yet
he
was
scarcely
the
easier
.
He
did
not
measure
the
quantity
of
diseased
motive
which
had
made
him
wish
for
Lydgate
’
s
good
-
will
,
but
the
quantity
was
none
the
less
actively
there
,
like
an
irritating
agent
in
his
blood
.
A
man
vows
,
and
yet
will
not
east
away
the
means
of
breaking
his
vow
.
Is
it
that
he
distinctly
means
to
break
it
?
Not
at
all
;
but
the
desires
which
tend
to
break
it
are
at
work
in
him
dimly
,
and
make
their
way
into
his
imagination
,
and
relax
his
muscles
in
the
very
moments
when
he
is
telling
himself
over
again
the
reasons
for
his
vow
.
Raffles
,
recovering
quickly
,
returning
to
the
free
use
of
his
odious
powers
—
how
could
Bulstrode
wish
for
that
?
Raffles
dead
was
the
image
that
brought
release
,
and
indirectly
he
prayed
for
that
way
of
release
,
beseeching
that
,
if
it
were
possible
,
the
rest
of
his
days
here
below
might
be
freed
from
the
threat
of
an
ignominy
which
would
break
him
utterly
as
an
instrument
of
God
’
s
service
.
Lydgate
’
s
opinion
was
not
on
the
side
of
promise
that
this
prayer
would
be
fulfilled
;
and
as
the
day
advanced
,
Bulstrode
felt
himself
getting
irritated
at
the
persistent
life
in
this
man
,
whom
he
would
fain
have
seen
sinking
into
the
silence
of
death
imperious
will
stirred
murderous
impulses
towards
this
brute
life
,
over
which
will
,
by
itself
,
had
no
power
.
He
said
inwardly
that
he
was
getting
too
much
worn
;
he
would
not
sit
up
with
the
patient
to
-
night
,
but
leave
him
to
Mrs
.
Abel
,
who
,
if
necessary
,
could
call
her
husband
.
At
six
o
’
clock
,
Raffles
,
having
had
only
fitful
perturbed
snatches
of
sleep
,
from
which
he
waked
with
fresh
restlessness
and
perpetual
cries
that
he
was
sinking
away
,
Bulstrode
began
to
administer
the
opium
according
to
Lydgate
’
s
directions
.
At
the
end
of
half
an
hour
or
more
he
called
Mrs
.
Abel
and
told
her
that
he
found
himself
unfit
for
further
watching
.
He
must
now
consign
the
patient
to
her
care
;
and
he
proceeded
to
repeat
to
her
Lydgate
’
s
directions
as
to
the
quantity
of
each
dose
.
Mrs
.
Abel
had
not
before
known
anything
of
Lydgate
’
s
prescriptions
;
she
had
simply
prepared
and
brought
whatever
Bulstrode
ordered
,
and
had
done
what
he
pointed
out
to
her
.
She
began
now
to
ask
what
else
she
should
do
besides
administering
the
opium
.
"
Nothing
at
present
,
except
the
offer
of
the
soup
or
the
soda
-
water
:
you
can
come
to
me
for
further
directions
.
Unless
there
is
any
important
change
,
I
shall
not
come
into
the
room
again
to
-
night
.
You
will
ask
your
husband
for
help
if
necessary
.
I
must
go
to
bed
early
.
"
"
You
’
ve
much
need
,
sir
,
I
’
m
sure
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Abel
,
"
and
to
take
something
more
strengthening
than
what
you
’
ve
done
.
Bulstrode
went
-
away
now
without
anxiety
as
to
what
Raffles
might
say
in
his
raving
,
which
had
taken
on
a
muttering
incoherence
not
likely
to
create
any
dangerous
belief
.
At
any
rate
he
must
risk
this
.
He
went
down
into
the
wainscoted
parlor
first
,
and
began
to
consider
whether
he
would
not
have
his
horse
saddled
and
go
home
by
the
moonlight
,
and
give
up
caring
for
earthly
consequences
.
Then
,
he
wished
that
he
had
begged
Lydgate
to
come
again
that
evening
.
Perhaps
he
might
deliver
a
different
opinion
,
and
think
that
Raffles
was
getting
into
a
less
hopeful
state
.
Should
he
send
for
Lydgate
?
If
Raffles
were
really
getting
worse
,
and
slowly
dying
,
Bulstrode
felt
that
he
could
go
to
bed
and
sleep
in
gratitude
to
Providence
.
But
was
he
worse
?
Lydgate
might
come
and
simply
say
that
he
was
going
on
as
he
expected
,
and
predict
that
he
would
by
-
and
-
by
fall
into
a
good
sleep
,
and
get
well
.
What
was
the
use
of
sending
for
him
?
Bulstrode
shrank
from
that
result
.
No
ideas
or
opinions
could
hinder
him
from
seeing
the
one
probability
to
be
,
that
Raffles
recovered
would
be
just
the
same
man
as
before
,
with
his
strength
as
a
tormentor
renewed
,
obliging
him
to
drag
away
his
wife
to
spend
her
years
apart
from
her
friends
and
native
place
,
carrying
an
alienating
suspicion
against
him
in
her
heart
.
He
had
sat
an
hour
and
a
half
in
this
conflict
by
the
firelight
only
,
when
a
sudden
thought
made
him
rise
and
light
the
bed
-
candle
,
which
he
had
brought
down
with
him
.
The
thought
was
,
that
he
had
not
told
Mrs
.
Abel
when
the
doses
of
opium
must
cease
.
He
took
hold
of
the
candlestick
,
but
stood
motionless
for
a
long
while
.
She
might
already
have
given
him
more
than
Lydgate
had
prescribed
.
But
it
was
excusable
in
him
,
that
he
should
forget
part
of
an
order
,
in
his
present
wearied
condition
.
He
walked
up
-
stairs
,
candle
in
hand
,
not
knowing
whether
he
should
straightway
enter
his
own
room
and
go
to
bed
,
or
turn
to
the
patient
’
s
room
and
rectify
his
omission
.
He
paused
in
the
passage
,
with
his
face
turned
towards
Raffles
’
s
room
,
and
he
could
hear
him
moaning
and
murmuring
.
He
was
not
asleep
,
then
.
Who
could
know
that
Lydgate
’
s
prescription
would
not
be
better
disobeyed
than
followed
,
since
there
was
still
no
sleep
?
He
turned
into
his
own
room
.
Before
he
had
quite
undressed
,
Mrs
.
Abel
rapped
at
the
door
;
he
opened
it
an
inch
,
so
that
he
could
hear
her
speak
low
.
