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Lydgate
did
not
ask
another
question
,
but
watched
in
silence
until
he
said
,
"
It
’
s
all
over
.
"
This
morning
Lydgate
was
in
a
state
of
recovered
hope
and
freedom
.
He
had
set
out
on
his
work
with
all
his
old
animation
,
and
felt
himself
strong
enough
to
bear
all
the
deficiencies
of
his
married
life
.
And
he
was
conscious
that
Bulstrode
had
been
a
benefactor
to
him
.
But
he
was
uneasy
about
this
case
.
He
had
not
expected
it
to
terminate
as
it
had
done
.
Yet
he
hardly
knew
how
to
put
a
question
on
the
subject
to
Bulstrode
without
appearing
to
insult
him
;
and
if
he
examined
the
housekeeper
—
why
,
the
man
was
dead
.
There
seemed
to
be
no
use
in
implying
that
somebody
’
s
ignorance
or
imprudence
had
killed
him
.
And
after
all
,
he
himself
might
be
wrong
.
He
and
Bulstrode
rode
back
to
Middlemarch
together
,
talking
of
many
things
—
chiefly
cholera
and
the
chances
of
the
Reform
Bill
in
the
House
of
Lords
,
and
the
firm
resolve
of
the
political
Unions
.
Nothing
was
said
about
Raffles
,
except
that
Bulstrode
mentioned
the
necessity
of
having
a
grave
for
him
in
Lowick
churchyard
,
and
observed
that
,
so
far
as
he
knew
,
the
poor
man
had
no
connections
,
except
Rigg
,
whom
he
had
stated
to
be
unfriendly
towards
him
.
On
returning
home
Lydgate
had
a
visit
from
Mr
.
Farebrother
.
The
Vicar
had
not
been
in
the
town
the
day
before
,
but
the
news
that
there
was
an
execution
in
Lydgate
’
s
house
had
got
to
Lowick
by
the
evening
,
having
been
carried
by
Mr
.
Spicer
,
shoemaker
and
parish
-
clerk
,
who
had
it
from
his
brother
,
the
respectable
bell
-
hanger
in
Lowick
Gate
.
Since
that
evening
when
Lydgate
had
come
down
from
the
billiard
room
with
Fred
Vincy
,
Mr
.
Farebrother
’
s
thoughts
about
him
had
been
rather
gloomy
.
Playing
at
the
Green
Dragon
once
or
oftener
might
have
been
a
trifle
in
another
man
;
but
in
Lydgate
it
was
one
of
several
signs
that
he
was
getting
unlike
his
former
self
.
He
was
beginning
to
do
things
for
which
he
had
formerly
even
an
excessive
scorn
.
Whatever
certain
dissatisfactions
in
marriage
,
which
some
silly
tinklings
of
gossip
had
given
him
hints
of
,
might
have
to
do
with
this
change
,
Mr
.
Farebrother
felt
sure
that
it
was
chiefly
connected
with
the
debts
which
were
being
more
and
more
distinctly
reported
,
and
he
began
to
fear
that
any
notion
of
Lydgate
’
s
having
resources
or
friends
in
the
background
must
be
quite
illusory
.
The
rebuff
he
had
met
with
in
his
first
attempt
to
win
Lydgate
’
s
confidence
,
disinclined
him
to
a
second
;
but
this
news
of
the
execution
being
actually
in
the
house
,
determined
the
Vicar
to
overcome
his
reluctance
.
Lydgate
had
just
dismissed
a
poor
patient
,
in
whom
he
was
much
interested
,
and
he
came
forward
to
put
out
his
hand
—
with
an
open
cheerfulness
which
surprised
Mr
.
Farebrother
.
Could
this
too
be
a
proud
rejection
of
sympathy
and
help
?
Never
mind
;
the
sympathy
and
help
should
be
offered
.
"
How
are
you
,
Lydgate
?
I
came
to
see
you
because
I
had
heard
something
which
made
me
anxious
about
you
,
"
said
the
Vicar
,
in
the
tone
of
a
good
brother
,
only
that
there
was
no
reproach
in
it
.
They
were
both
seated
by
this
time
,
and
Lydgate
answered
immediately
—
"
I
think
I
know
what
you
mean
.
You
had
heard
that
there
was
an
execution
in
the
house
?
"
