the card-tables stood ready now, making some of the company secretly impatient of the music.  Before it ceased Mr. Farebrother came in—­ a handsome, broad-chested but otherwise small man, about forty, whose black was very threadbare:  the brilliancy was all in his quick gray eyes.  He came like a pleasant change in the light, arresting little Louisa with fatherly nonsense as she was being led out of the room by Miss Morgan, greeting everybody with some special word, and seeming to condense more talk into ten minutes than had been held all through the evening.  He claimed from Lydgate the fulfilment of a promise to come and see him.  “I can’t let you off, you know, because I have some beetles to show you.  We collectors feel an interest in every new man till he has seen all we have to show him.”

But soon he swerved to the whist-table, rubbing his hands and saying, “Come now, let us be serious!  Mr. Lydgate? not play?  Ah! you are too young and light for this kind of thing.”

Lydgate said to himself that the clergyman whose abilities were so painful to Mr. Bulstrode, appeared to have found an agreeable resort in this certainly not erudite household.  He could half understand it:  the good-humor, the good looks of elder and younger, and the provision for passing the time without any labor of intelligence, might make the house beguiling to people who had no particular use for their odd hours.

Everything looked blooming and joyous except Miss Morgan, who was brown, dull, and resigned, and altogether, as Mrs. Vincy often said, just the sort of person for a governess.  Lydgate did not mean to pay many such visits himself.  They were a wretched waste of the evenings; and now, when he had talked a little more to Rosamond, he meant to excuse himself and go.

“You will not like us at Middlemarch, I feel sure,” she said, when the whist-players were settled.  “We are very stupid, and you have been used to something quite different.”

“I suppose all country towns are pretty much alike,” said Lydgate.  “But I have noticed that one always believes one’s own town to be more stupid than any other.  I have made up my mind to take Middlemarch as it comes, and shall be much obliged if the town will take me in the same way.  I have certainly found some charms in it which are much greater than I had expected.”

“You mean the rides towards Tipton and Lowick; every one is pleased with those,” said Rosamond, with simplicity.

“No, I mean something much nearer to me.”

Rosamond rose and reached her netting, and then said, “Do you care about dancing at all?  I am not quite sure whether clever men ever dance.”

“I would dance with you if you would allow me.”

“Oh!” said Rosamond, with a slight deprecatory laugh.  “I was only going to say that we sometimes have dancing, and I wanted to know whether you would feel insulted if you were asked to come.”