Middlemarch eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,180 pages of information about Middlemarch.

Middlemarch eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,180 pages of information about Middlemarch.

“And you mean to give it all to your work.  I am some ten or twelve years older than you, and have come to a compromise.  I feed a weakness or two lest they should get clamorous.  See,” continued the Vicar, opening several small drawers, “I fancy I have made an exhaustive study of the entomology of this district.  I am going on both with the fauna and flora; but I have at least done my insects well.  We are singularly rich in orthoptera:  I don’t know whether—­Ah! you have got hold of that glass jar—­ you are looking into that instead of my drawers.  You don’t really care about these things?”

“Not by the side of this lovely anencephalous monster.  I have never had time to give myself much to natural history.  I was early bitten with an interest in structure, and it is what lies most directly in my profession.  I have no hobby besides.  I have the sea to swim in there.”

“Ah! you are a happy fellow,” said Mr. Farebrother, turning on his heel and beginning to fill his pipe.  “You don’t know what it is to want spiritual tobacco—­bad emendations of old texts, or small items about a variety of Aphis Brassicae, with the well-known signature of Philomicron, for the `Twaddler’s Magazine;’ or a learned treatise on the entomology of the Pentateuch, including all the insects not mentioned, but probably met with by the Israelites in their passage through the desert; with a monograph on the Ant, as treated by Solomon, showing the harmony of the Book of Proverbs with the results of modern research.  You don’t mind my fumigating you?”

Lydgate was more surprised at the openness of this talk than at its implied meaning—­that the Vicar felt himself not altogether in the right vocation.  The neat fitting-up of drawers and shelves, and the bookcase filled with expensive illustrated books on Natural History, made him think again of the winnings at cards and their destination.  But he was beginning to wish that the very best construction of everything that Mr. Farebrother did should be the true one.  The Vicar’s frankness seemed not of the repulsive sort that comes from an uneasy consciousness seeking to forestall the judgment of others, but simply the relief of a desire to do with as little pretence as possible.  Apparently he was not without a sense that his freedom of speech might seem premature, for he presently said—­

“I have not yet told you that I have the advantage of you, Mr. Lydgate, and know you better than you know me.  You remember Trawley who shared your apartment at Paris for some time?  I was a correspondent of his, and he told me a good deal about you.  I was not quite sure when you first came that you were the same man.  I was very glad when I found that you were.  Only I don’t forget that you have not had the like prologue about me.”

Lydgate divined some delicacy of feeling here, but did not half understand it.  “By the way,” he said, “what has become of Trawley?  I have quite lost sight of him.  He was hot on the French social systems, and talked of going to the Backwoods to found a sort of Pythagorean community.  Is he gone?”

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