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Wrench
came
,
but
did
not
apprehend
anything
serious
,
spoke
of
a
"
slight
derangement
,
"
and
did
not
speak
of
coming
again
on
the
morrow
.
He
had
a
due
value
for
the
Vincys
’
house
,
but
the
wariest
men
are
apt
to
be
dulled
by
routine
,
and
on
worried
mornings
will
sometimes
go
through
their
business
with
the
zest
of
the
daily
bell
-
ringer
.
Mr
.
Wrench
was
a
small
,
neat
,
bilious
man
,
with
a
well
-
dressed
wig
:
he
had
a
laborious
practice
,
an
irascible
temper
,
a
lymphatic
wife
and
seven
children
;
and
he
was
already
rather
late
before
setting
out
on
a
four
-
miles
drive
to
meet
Dr
.
Minchin
on
the
other
side
of
Tipton
,
the
decease
of
Hicks
,
a
rural
practitioner
,
having
increased
Middlemarch
practice
in
that
direction
.
Great
statesmen
err
,
and
why
not
small
medical
men
?
Mr
.
Wrench
did
not
neglect
sending
the
usual
white
parcels
,
which
this
time
had
black
and
drastic
contents
.
Their
effect
was
not
alleviating
to
poor
Fred
,
who
,
however
,
unwilling
as
he
said
to
believe
that
he
was
"
in
for
an
illness
,
"
rose
at
his
usual
easy
hour
the
next
morning
and
went
down
-
stairs
meaning
to
breakfast
,
but
succeeded
in
nothing
but
in
sitting
and
shivering
by
the
fire
.
Mr
.
Wrench
was
again
sent
for
,
but
was
gone
on
his
rounds
,
and
Mrs
.
Vincy
seeing
her
darling
’
s
changed
looks
and
general
misery
,
began
to
cry
and
said
she
would
send
for
Dr
.
Sprague
.
"
Oh
,
nonsense
,
mother
!
It
’
s
nothing
,
"
said
Fred
,
putting
out
his
hot
dry
hand
to
her
,
"
I
shall
soon
be
all
right
.
I
must
have
taken
cold
in
that
nasty
damp
ride
.
"
"
Mamma
!
"
said
Rosamond
,
who
was
seated
near
the
window
(
the
dining
-
room
windows
looked
on
that
highly
respectable
street
called
Lowick
Gate
)
,
"
there
is
Mr
.
Lydgate
,
stopping
to
speak
to
some
one
.
If
I
were
you
I
would
call
him
in
.
He
has
cured
Ellen
Bulstrode
.
They
say
he
cures
every
one
.
"
Mrs
.
Vincy
sprang
to
the
window
and
opened
it
in
an
instant
,
thinking
only
of
Fred
and
not
of
medical
etiquette
.
Lydgate
was
only
two
yards
off
on
the
other
side
of
some
iron
palisading
,
and
turned
round
at
the
sudden
sound
of
the
sash
,
before
she
called
to
him
.
In
two
minutes
he
was
in
the
room
,
and
Rosamond
went
out
,
after
waiting
just
long
enough
to
show
a
pretty
anxiety
conflicting
with
her
sense
of
what
was
becoming
.
Lydgate
had
to
hear
a
narrative
in
which
Mrs
.
Vincy
’
s
mind
insisted
with
remarkable
instinct
on
every
point
of
minor
importance
,
especially
on
what
Mr
.
Wrench
had
said
and
had
not
said
about
coming
again
.
That
there
might
be
an
awkward
affair
with
Wrench
,
Lydgate
saw
at
once
;
but
the
ease
was
serious
enough
to
make
him
dismiss
that
consideration
:
he
was
convinced
that
Fred
was
in
the
pink
-
skinned
stage
of
typhoid
fever
,
and
that
he
had
taken
just
the
wrong
medicines
.
He
must
go
to
bed
immediately
,
must
have
a
regular
nurse
,
and
various
appliances
and
precautions
must
be
used
,
about
which
Lydgate
was
particular
.
Poor
Mrs
.
Vincy
’
s
terror
at
these
indications
of
danger
found
vent
in
such
words
as
came
most
easily
.
She
thought
it
"
very
ill
usage
on
the
part
of
Mr
.
Wrench
,
who
had
attended
their
house
so
many
years
in
preference
to
Mr
.
Peacock
,
though
Mr
.
Peacock
was
equally
a
friend
.
Why
Mr
.
Wrench
should
neglect
her
children
more
than
others
,
she
could
not
for
the
life
of
her
understand
.
He
had
not
neglected
Mrs
.
Larcher
’
s
when
they
had
the
measles
,
nor
indeed
would
Mrs
.
Vincy
have
wished
that
he
should
.
And
if
anything
should
happen
—
"
Here
poor
Mrs
.
Vincy
’
s
spirit
quite
broke
down
,
and
her
Niobe
throat
and
good
-
humored
face
were
sadly
convulsed
.
This
was
in
the
hall
out
of
Fred
’
s
hearing
,
but
Rosamond
had
opened
the
drawing
-
room
door
,
and
now
came
forward
anxiously
.
Lydgate
apologized
for
Mr
.
Wrench
,
said
that
the
symptoms
yesterday
might
have
been
disguising
,
and
that
this
form
of
fever
was
very
equivocal
in
its
beginnings
:
he
would
go
immediately
to
the
druggist
’
s
and
have
a
prescription
made
up
in
order
to
lose
no
time
,
but
he
would
write
to
Mr
.
Wrench
and
tell
him
what
had
been
done
.
"
But
you
must
come
again
—
you
must
go
on
attending
Fred
.
I
can
’
t
have
my
boy
left
to
anybody
who
may
come
or
not
.
I
bear
nobody
ill
-
will
,
thank
God
,
and
Mr
.
Wrench
saved
me
in
the
pleurisy
,
but
he
’
d
better
have
let
me
die
—
if
—
if
—
"
