“I am much obliged to you for giving me full notice,” he said, with a firm intention in his tone, yet with an interruptedness in his delivery which showed that he spoke unwillingly.  “The highest object to me is my profession, and I had identified the Hospital with the best use I can at present make of my profession.  But the best use is not always the same with monetary success.  Everything which has made the Hospital unpopular has helped with other causes—­ I think they are all connected with my professional zeal—­to make me unpopular as a practitioner.  I get chiefly patients who can’t pay me.  I should like them best, if I had nobody to pay on my own side.”  Lydgate waited a little, but Bulstrode only bowed, looking at him fixedly, and he went on with the same interrupted enunciation—­ as if he were biting an objectional leek.

“I have slipped into money difficulties which I can see no way out of, unless some one who trusts me and my future will advance me a sum without other security.  I had very little fortune left when I came here.  I have no prospects of money from my own family.  My expenses, in consequence of my marriage, have been very much greater than I had expected.  The result at this moment is that it would take a thousand pounds to clear me.  I mean, to free me from the risk of having all my goods sold in security of my largest debt—­ as well as to pay my other debts—­and leave anything to keep us a little beforehand with our small income.  I find that it is out of the question that my wife’s father should make such an advance.  That is why I mention my position to—­to the only other man who may be held to have some personal connection with my prosperity or ruin.”

Lydgate hated to hear himself.  But he had spoken now, and had spoken with unmistakable directness.  Mr. Bulstrode replied without haste, but also without hesitation.

“I am grieved, though, I confess, not surprised by this information, Mr. Lydgate.  For my own part, I regretted your alliance with my brother-in-law’s family, which has always been of prodigal habits, and which has already been much indebted to me for sustainment in its present position.  My advice to you, Mr. Lydgate, would be, that instead of involving yourself in further obligations, and continuing a doubtful struggle, you should simply become a bankrupt.”

“That would not improve my prospect,” said Lydgate, rising and speaking bitterly, “even if it were a more agreeable thing in itself.”

“It is always a trial,” said Mr. Bulstrode; “but trial, my dear sir, is our portion here, and is a needed corrective.  I recommend you to weigh the advice I have given.”

“Thank you,” said Lydgate, not quite knowing what he said.  “I have occupied you too long.  Good-day.”

CHAPTER LXVIII.