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"
Did
he
mention
the
precise
order
of
occupation
to
which
he
would
addict
himself
?
"
"
No
.
But
he
said
that
he
felt
the
danger
which
lay
for
him
in
your
generosity
.
Of
course
he
will
write
to
you
about
it
.
Do
you
not
think
better
of
him
for
his
resolve
?
"
"
I
shall
await
his
communication
on
the
subject
,
"
said
Mr
.
Casaubon
.
"
I
told
him
I
was
sure
that
the
thing
you
considered
in
all
you
did
for
him
was
his
own
welfare
.
I
remembered
your
goodness
in
what
you
said
about
him
when
I
first
saw
him
at
Lowick
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
putting
her
hand
on
her
husband
’
s
"
I
had
a
duty
towards
him
,
"
said
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
laying
his
other
hand
on
Dorothea
’
s
in
conscientious
acceptance
of
her
caress
,
but
with
a
glance
which
he
could
not
hinder
from
being
uneasy
.
"
The
young
man
,
I
confess
,
is
not
otherwise
an
object
of
interest
to
me
,
nor
need
we
,
I
think
,
discuss
his
future
course
,
which
it
is
not
ours
to
determine
beyond
the
limits
which
I
have
sufficiently
indicated
.
"
Dorothea
did
not
mention
Will
again
.
"
Your
horses
of
the
Sun
,
"
he
said
,
"
And
first
-
rate
whip
Apollo
!
Whate
’
er
they
be
,
I
’
ll
eat
my
head
,
But
I
will
beat
them
hollow
.
"
Fred
Vincy
,
we
have
seen
.
had
a
debt
on
his
mind
,
and
though
no
such
immaterial
burthen
could
depress
that
buoyant
-
hearted
young
gentleman
for
many
hours
together
,
there
were
circumstances
connected
with
this
debt
which
made
the
thought
of
it
unusually
importunate
.
The
creditor
was
Mr
.
Bambridge
a
horse
-
dealer
of
the
neighborhood
,
whose
company
was
much
sought
in
Middlemarch
by
young
men
understood
to
be
"
addicted
to
pleasure
.
"
During
the
vacations
Fred
had
naturally
required
more
amusements
than
he
had
ready
money
for
,
and
Mr
.
Bambridge
had
been
accommodating
enough
not
only
to
trust
him
for
the
hire
of
horses
and
the
accidental
expense
of
ruining
a
fine
hunter
,
but
also
to
make
a
small
advance
by
which
he
might
be
able
to
meet
some
losses
at
billiards
.
The
total
debt
was
a
hundred
and
sixty
pounds
.
Bambridge
was
in
no
alarm
about
his
money
,
being
sure
that
young
Vincy
had
backers
;
but
he
had
required
something
to
show
for
it
,
and
Fred
had
at
first
given
a
bill
with
his
own
signature
.
Three
months
later
he
had
renewed
this
bill
with
the
signature
of
Caleb
Garth
.
On
both
occasions
Fred
had
felt
confident
that
he
should
meet
the
bill
himself
,
having
ample
funds
at
disposal
in
his
own
hopefulness
.
You
will
hardly
demand
that
his
confidence
should
have
a
basis
in
external
facts
;
such
confidence
,
we
know
,
is
something
less
coarse
and
materialistic
:
it
is
a
comfortable
disposition
leading
us
to
expect
that
the
wisdom
of
providence
or
the
folly
of
our
friends
,
the
mysteries
of
luck
or
the
still
greater
mystery
of
our
high
individual
value
in
the
universe
,
will
bring
about
agreeable
issues
,
such
as
are
consistent
with
our
good
taste
in
costume
,
and
our
general
preference
for
the
best
style
of
thing
.
Fred
felt
sure
that
he
should
have
a
present
from
his
uncle
,
that
he
should
have
a
run
of
luck
,
that
by
dint
of
"
swapping
"
he
should
gradually
metamorphose
a
horse
worth
forty
pounds
into
a
horse
that
would
fetch
a
hundred
at
any
moment
—
"
judgment
"
being
always
equivalent
to
an
unspecified
sum
in
hard
cash
.
And
in
any
case
,
even
supposing
negations
which
only
a
morbid
distrust
could
imagine
,
Fred
had
always
(
at
that
time
)
his
father
’
s
pocket
as
a
last
resource
,
so
that
his
assets
of
hopefulness
had
a
sort
of
gorgeous
superfluity
about
them
.
Of
what
might
be
the
capacity
of
his
father
’
s
pocket
,
Fred
had
only
a
vague
notion
:
was
not
trade
elastic
?
And
would
not
the
deficiencies
of
one
year
be
made
up
for
by
the
surplus
of
another
?
The
Vincys
lived
in
an
easy
profuse
way
,
not
with
any
new
ostentation
,
but
according
to
the
family
habits
and
traditions
,
so
that
the
children
had
no
standard
of
economy
,
and
the
elder
ones
retained
some
of
their
infantine
notion
that
their
father
might
pay
for
anything
if
he
would
.
Mr
.
Vincy
himself
had
expensive
Middlemarch
habits
—
spent
money
on
coursing
,
on
his
cellar
,
and
on
dinner
-
giving
,
while
mamma
had
those
running
accounts
with
tradespeople
,
which
give
a
cheerful
sense
of
getting
everything
one
wants
without
any
question
of
payment
.
But
it
was
in
the
nature
of
fathers
,
Fred
knew
,
to
bully
one
about
expenses
:
there
was
always
a
little
storm
over
his
extravagance
if
he
had
to
disclose
a
debt
,
and
Fred
disliked
bad
weather
within
doors
.
He
was
too
filial
to
be
disrespectful
to
his
father
,
and
he
bore
the
thunder
with
the
certainty
that
it
was
transient
;
but
in
the
mean
time
it
was
disagreeable
to
see
his
mother
cry
,
and
also
to
be
obliged
to
look
sulky
instead
of
having
fun
;
for
Fred
was
so
good
-
tempered
that
if
he
looked
glum
under
scolding
,
it
was
chiefly
for
propriety
’
s
sake
.
The
easier
course
plainly
,
was
to
renew
the
bill
with
a
friend
’
s
signature
.
Why
not
?
With
the
superfluous
securities
of
hope
at
his
command
,
there
was
no
reason
why
he
should
not
have
increased
other
people
’
s
liabilities
to
any
extent
,
but
for
the
fact
that
men
whose
names
were
good
for
anything
were
usually
pessimists
,
indisposed
to
believe
that
the
universal
order
of
things
would
necessarily
be
agreeable
to
an
agreeable
young
gentleman
.
With
a
favor
to
ask
we
review
our
list
of
friends
,
do
justice
to
their
more
amiable
qualities
,
forgive
their
little
offenses
,
and
concerning
each
in
turn
,
try
to
arrive
at
the
conclusion
that
he
will
be
eager
to
oblige
us
,
our
own
eagerness
to
be
obliged
being
as
communicable
as
other
warmth
.
