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Lydgate
felt
uncomfortable
under
these
kindly
suppositions
.
They
made
more
distinct
within
him
the
uneasy
consciousness
which
had
shown
its
first
dim
stirrings
only
a
few
hours
before
,
that
Bulstrode
’
s
motives
for
his
sudden
beneficence
following
close
upon
the
chillest
indifference
might
be
merely
selfish
.
He
let
the
kindly
suppositions
pass
.
He
could
not
tell
the
history
of
the
loan
,
but
it
was
more
vividly
present
with
him
than
ever
,
as
well
as
the
fact
which
the
Vicar
delicately
ignored
—
that
this
relation
of
personal
indebtedness
to
Bulstrode
was
what
he
had
once
been
most
resolved
to
avoid
.
He
began
,
instead
of
answering
,
to
speak
of
his
projected
economies
,
and
of
his
having
come
to
look
at
his
life
from
a
different
point
of
view
"
I
shall
set
up
a
surgery
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
really
think
I
made
a
mistaken
effort
in
that
respect
.
And
if
Rosamond
will
not
mind
,
I
shall
take
an
apprentice
.
I
don
’
t
like
these
things
,
but
if
one
carries
them
out
faithfully
they
are
not
really
lowering
.
I
have
had
a
severe
galling
to
begin
with
:
that
will
make
the
small
rubs
seem
easy
.
"
Poor
Lydgate
!
the
"
if
Rosamond
will
not
mind
,
"
which
had
fallen
from
him
involuntarily
as
part
of
his
thought
,
was
a
significant
mark
of
the
yoke
he
bore
.
But
Mr
.
Farebrother
,
whose
hopes
entered
strongly
into
the
same
current
with
Lydgate
’
s
,
and
who
knew
nothing
about
him
that
could
now
raise
a
melancholy
presentiment
,
left
him
with
affectionate
congratulation
.
Clown
.
.
.
.
‘
Twas
in
the
Bunch
of
Grapes
,
where
,
indeed
,
you
have
a
delight
to
sit
,
have
you
not
?
Froth
.
I
have
so
:
because
it
is
an
open
room
,
and
good
for
winter
.
Clo
.
Why
,
very
well
then
:
I
hope
here
be
truths
.
—
Measure
for
Measure
.
Five
days
after
the
death
of
Raffles
,
Mr
.
Bambridge
was
standing
at
his
leisure
under
the
large
archway
leading
into
the
yard
of
the
Green
Dragon
.
He
was
not
fond
of
solitary
contemplation
,
but
he
had
only
just
come
out
of
the
house
,
and
any
human
figure
standing
at
ease
under
the
archway
in
the
early
afternoon
was
as
certain
to
attract
companionship
as
a
pigeon
which
has
found
something
worth
peeking
at
.
In
this
case
there
was
no
material
object
to
feed
upon
,
but
the
eye
of
reason
saw
a
probability
of
mental
sustenance
in
the
shape
of
gossip
.
Mr
.
Hopkins
,
the
meek
-
mannered
draper
opposite
,
was
the
first
to
act
on
this
inward
vision
,
being
the
more
ambitious
of
a
little
masculine
talk
because
his
customers
were
chiefly
women
.
Mr
.
Bambridge
was
rather
curt
to
the
draper
,
feeling
that
Hopkins
was
of
course
glad
to
talk
to
HIM
,
but
that
he
was
not
going
to
waste
much
of
his
talk
on
Hopkins
.
Soon
,
however
,
there
was
a
small
cluster
of
more
important
listeners
,
who
were
either
deposited
from
the
passers
-
by
,
or
had
sauntered
to
the
spot
expressly
to
see
if
there
were
anything
going
on
at
the
Green
Dragon
;
and
Mr
.
Bambridge
was
finding
it
worth
his
while
to
say
many
impressive
things
about
the
fine
studs
he
had
been
seeing
and
the
purchases
he
had
made
on
a
journey
in
the
north
from
which
he
had
just
returned
.
Gentlemen
present
were
assured
that
when
they
could
show
him
anything
to
cut
out
a
blood
mare
,
a
bay
,
rising
four
,
which
was
to
be
seen
at
Doncaster
if
they
chose
to
go
and
look
at
it
,
Mr
.
Bambridge
would
gratify
them
by
being
shot
"
from
here
to
Hereford
.
"
Also
,
a
pair
of
blacks
which
he
was
going
to
put
into
the
break
recalled
vividly
to
his
mind
a
pair
which
he
had
sold
to
Faulkner
in
‘
19
,
for
a
hundred
guineas
,
and
which
Faulkner
had
sold
for
a
hundred
and
sixty
two
months
later
—
any
gent
who
could
disprove
this
statement
being
offered
the
privilege
of
calling
Mr
.
Bambridge
by
a
very
ugly
name
until
the
exercise
made
his
throat
dry
.
When
the
discourse
was
at
this
point
of
animation
,
came
up
Mr
.
Frank
Hawley
.
He
was
not
a
man
to
compromise
his
dignity
by
lounging
at
the
Green
Dragon
,
but
happening
to
pass
along
the
High
Street
and
seeing
Bambridge
on
the
other
side
,
he
took
some
of
his
long
strides
across
to
ask
the
horsedealer
whether
he
had
found
the
first
-
rate
gig
-
horse
which
he
had
engaged
to
look
for
.
Mr
.
Hawley
was
requested
to
wait
until
he
had
seen
a
gray
selected
at
Bilkley
:
if
that
did
not
meet
his
wishes
to
a
hair
,
Bambridge
did
not
know
a
horse
when
he
saw
it
,
which
seemed
to
be
the
highest
conceivable
unlikelihood
.
Mr
.
Hawley
,
standing
with
his
back
to
the
street
,
was
fixing
a
time
for
looking
at
the
gray
and
seeing
it
tried
,
when
a
horseman
passed
slowly
by
.
"
Bulstrode
!
"
said
two
or
three
voices
at
once
in
a
low
tone
,
one
of
them
,
which
was
the
draper
’
s
,
respectfully
prefixing
the
"
Mr
.
;
"
but
nobody
having
more
intention
in
this
interjectural
naming
than
if
they
had
said
"
the
Riverston
coach
"
when
that
vehicle
appeared
in
the
distance
.
Mr
.
Hawley
gave
a
careless
glance
round
at
Bulstrode
’
s
back
,
but
as
Bambridge
’
s
eyes
followed
it
he
made
a
sarcastic
grimace
.
