1st Gent. How class your man?--as better than the most,

Or, seeming better, worse beneath that cloak?

As saint or knave, pilgrim or hypocrite?

2d Gent. Nay, tell me how you class your wealth of books

The drifted relics of all time.

As well sort them at once by size and livery:

Vellum, tall copies, and the common calf

Will hardly cover more diversity

Than all your labels cunningly devised

To class your unread authors.

In consequence of what he had heard from Fred, Mr. Vincy determined to

speak with Mr. Bulstrode in his private room at the Bank at half-past

one, when he was usually free from other callers. But a visitor had

come in at one o'clock, and Mr. Bulstrode had so much to say to him,

that there was little chance of the interview being over in half an

hour. The banker's speech was fluent, but it was also copious, and he

used up an appreciable amount of time in brief meditative pauses. Do

not imagine his sickly aspect to have been of the yellow, black-haired

sort: he had a pale blond skin, thin gray-besprinkled brown hair,

light-gray eyes, and a large forehead. Loud men called his subdued

tone an undertone, and sometimes implied that it was inconsistent with

openness; though there seems to be no reason why a loud man should not

be given to concealment of anything except his own voice, unless it can

be shown that Holy Writ has placed the seat of candor in the lungs.

Mr. Bulstrode had also a deferential bending attitude in listening, and

an apparently fixed attentiveness in his eyes which made those persons

who thought themselves worth hearing infer that he was seeking the

utmost improvement from their discourse. Others, who expected to make

no great figure, disliked this kind of moral lantern turned on them.

If you are not proud of your cellar, there is no thrill of satisfaction

in seeing your guest hold up his wine-glass to the light and look

judicial. Such joys are reserved for conscious merit. Hence Mr.

Bulstrode's close attention was not agreeable to the publicans and

sinners in Middlemarch; it was attributed by some to his being a

Pharisee, and by others to his being Evangelical. Less superficial

reasoners among them wished to know who his father and grandfather

were, observing that five-and-twenty years ago nobody had ever heard of

a Bulstrode in Middlemarch. To his present visitor, Lydgate, the

scrutinizing look was a matter of indifference: he simply formed an

unfavorable opinion of the banker's constitution, and concluded that he

had an eager inward life with little enjoyment of tangible things.




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