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Bulstrode
went
up
.
At
a
glance
he
knew
that
Raffles
was
not
in
the
sleep
which
brings
revival
,
but
in
the
sleep
which
streams
deeper
and
deeper
into
the
gulf
of
death
.
He
looked
round
the
room
and
saw
a
bottle
with
some
brandy
in
it
,
and
the
almost
empty
opium
phial
.
He
put
the
phial
out
of
sight
,
and
carried
the
brandy
-
bottle
down
-
stairs
with
him
,
locking
it
again
in
the
wine
-
cooler
.
While
breakfasting
he
considered
whether
he
should
ride
to
Middlemarch
at
once
,
or
wait
for
Lydgate
’
s
arrival
.
He
decided
to
wait
,
and
told
Mrs
.
Abel
that
she
might
go
about
her
work
—
he
could
watch
in
the
bed
-
chamber
.
As
he
sat
there
and
beheld
the
enemy
of
his
peace
going
irrevocably
into
silence
,
he
felt
more
at
rest
than
he
had
done
for
many
months
.
His
conscience
was
soothed
by
the
enfolding
wing
of
secrecy
,
which
seemed
just
then
like
an
angel
sent
down
for
his
relief
.
He
drew
out
his
pocket
-
book
to
review
various
memoranda
there
as
to
the
arrangements
he
had
projected
and
partly
carried
out
in
the
prospect
of
quitting
Middlemarch
,
and
considered
how
far
he
would
let
them
stand
or
recall
them
,
now
that
his
absence
would
be
brief
.
Some
economies
which
he
felt
desirable
might
still
find
a
suitable
occasion
in
his
temporary
withdrawal
from
management
,
and
he
hoped
still
that
Mrs
.
Casaubon
would
take
a
large
share
in
the
expenses
of
the
Hospital
.
In
that
way
the
moments
passed
,
until
a
change
in
the
stertorous
breathing
was
marked
enough
to
draw
his
attention
wholly
to
the
bed
,
and
forced
him
to
think
of
the
departing
life
,
which
had
once
been
subservient
to
his
own
—
which
he
had
once
been
glad
to
find
base
enough
for
him
to
act
on
as
he
would
.
It
was
his
gladness
then
which
impelled
him
now
to
be
glad
that
the
life
was
at
an
end
.
And
who
could
say
that
the
death
of
Raffles
had
been
hastened
?
Who
knew
what
would
have
saved
him
?
Lydgate
arrived
at
half
-
past
ten
,
in
time
to
witness
the
final
pause
of
the
breath
.
When
he
entered
the
room
Bulstrode
observed
a
sudden
expression
in
his
face
,
which
was
not
so
much
surprise
as
a
recognition
that
he
had
not
judged
correctly
.
He
stood
by
the
bed
in
silence
for
some
time
,
with
his
eyes
turned
on
the
dying
man
,
but
with
that
subdued
activity
of
expression
which
showed
that
he
was
carrying
on
an
inward
debate
.
"
When
did
this
change
begin
?
"
said
he
,
looking
at
Bulstrode
.
"
I
did
not
watch
by
him
last
night
,
"
said
Bulstrode
.
"
I
was
over
-
worn
,
and
left
him
under
Mrs
.
Abel
’
s
care
.
She
said
that
he
sank
into
sleep
between
three
and
four
o
’
clock
.
When
I
came
in
before
eight
he
was
nearly
in
this
condition
.
"
