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“ Well , that is generous , ” said Mr . Farebrother , compelling himself to approve of the man whom he disliked . His delicate feeling shrank from dwelling even in his thought on the fact that he had always urged Lydgate to avoid any personal entanglement with Bulstrode . He added immediately , “ And Bulstrode must naturally feel an interest in your welfare , after you have worked with him in a way which has probably reduced your income instead of adding to it . I am glad to think that he has acted accordingly . ” 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 . CHAPTER LXXI . 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 pecking 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 .
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