The old lady was a little sharp in her tone, having a prospective

reference to Mary's becoming her daughter-in-law; for there was this

inconvenience in Mary's position with regard to Fred, that it was not

suitable to be made public, and hence the three ladies at Lowick

Parsonage were still hoping that Camden would choose Miss Garth.

New visitors entered, and the drawing-room was given up to music and

games, while whist-tables were prepared in the quiet room on the other

side of the hall. Mr. Farebrother played a rubber to satisfy his

mother, who regarded her occasional whist as a protest against scandal

and novelty of opinion, in which light even a revoke had its dignity.

But at the end he got Mr. Chichely to take his place, and left the

room. As he crossed the hall, Lydgate had just come in and was taking

off his great-coat.

"You are the man I was going to look for," said the Vicar; and instead

of entering the drawing-room, they walked along the hall and stood

against the fireplace, where the frosty air helped to make a glowing

bank. "You see, I can leave the whist-table easily enough," he went

on, smiling at Lydgate, "now I don't play for money. I owe that to

you, Mrs. Casaubon says."

"How?" said Lydgate, coldly.

"Ah, you didn't mean me to know it; I call that ungenerous reticence.

You should let a man have the pleasure of feeling that you have done

him a good turn. I don't enter into some people's dislike of being

under an obligation: upon my word, I prefer being under an obligation

to everybody for behaving well to me."

"I can't tell what you mean," said Lydgate, "unless it is that I once

spoke of you to Mrs. Casaubon. But I did not think that she would

break her promise not to mention that I had done so," said Lydgate,

leaning his back against the corner of the mantel-piece, and showing no

radiance in his face.

"It was Brooke who let it out, only the other day. He paid me the

compliment of saying that he was very glad I had the living though you

had come across his tactics, and had praised me up as a lien and a

Tillotson, and that sort of thing, till Mrs. Casaubon would hear of no

one else."

"Oh, Brooke is such a leaky-minded fool," said Lydgate, contemptuously.

"Well, I was glad of the leakiness then. I don't see why you shouldn't

like me to know that you wished to do me a service, my dear fellow.

And you certainly have done me one. It's rather a strong check to

one's self-complacency to find how much of one's right doing depends on

not being in want of money. A man will not be tempted to say the

Lord's Prayer backward to please the devil, if he doesn't want the

devil's services. I have no need to hang on the smiles of chance now."




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