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"
There
is
often
something
poisonous
in
the
air
of
public
rooms
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
Strong
men
can
stand
it
,
but
it
tells
on
people
in
proportion
to
the
delicacy
of
their
systems
.
It
is
often
impossible
to
account
for
the
precise
moment
of
an
attack
—
or
rather
,
to
say
why
the
strength
gives
way
at
a
particular
moment
.
"
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
was
not
satisfied
with
this
answer
.
There
remained
in
her
the
belief
that
some
calamity
had
befallen
her
husband
,
of
which
she
was
to
be
kept
in
ignorance
;
and
it
was
in
her
nature
strongly
to
object
to
such
concealment
.
She
begged
leave
for
her
daughters
to
sit
with
their
father
,
and
drove
into
the
town
to
pay
some
visits
,
conjecturing
that
if
anything
were
known
to
have
gone
wrong
in
Mr
.
Bulstrode
’
s
affairs
,
she
should
see
or
hear
some
sign
of
it
.
She
called
on
Mrs
.
Thesiger
,
who
was
not
at
home
,
and
then
drove
to
Mrs
.
Hackbutt
’
s
on
the
other
side
of
the
churchyard
.
Mrs
.
Hackbutt
saw
her
coming
from
an
up
-
stairs
window
,
and
remembering
her
former
alarm
lest
she
should
meet
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
,
felt
almost
bound
in
consistency
to
send
word
that
she
was
not
at
home
;
but
against
that
,
there
was
a
sudden
strong
desire
within
her
for
the
excitement
of
an
interview
in
which
she
was
quite
determined
not
to
make
the
slightest
allusion
to
what
was
in
her
mind
.
Hence
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
was
shown
into
the
drawing
-
room
,
and
Mrs
.
Hackbutt
went
to
her
,
with
more
tightness
of
lip
and
rubbing
of
her
hands
than
was
usually
observable
in
her
,
these
being
precautions
adopted
against
freedom
of
speech
.
She
was
resolved
not
to
ask
how
Mr
.
Bulstrode
was
.
"
I
have
not
been
anywhere
except
to
church
for
nearly
a
week
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
,
after
a
few
introductory
remarks
.
"
But
Mr
.
Bulstrode
was
taken
so
ill
at
the
meeting
on
Thursday
that
I
have
not
liked
to
leave
the
house
.
"
Mrs
.
Hackbutt
rubbed
the
back
of
one
hand
with
the
palm
of
the
other
held
against
her
chest
,
and
let
her
eyes
ramble
over
the
pattern
on
the
rug
.
"
Was
Mr
.
Hackbutt
at
the
meeting
?
"
persevered
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
.
"
Yes
,
he
was
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Hackbutt
,
with
the
same
attitude
.
"
The
land
is
to
be
bought
by
subscription
,
I
believe
.
"
"
Let
us
hope
that
there
will
be
no
more
cases
of
cholera
to
be
buried
in
it
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
.
"
It
is
an
awful
visitation
.
But
I
always
think
Middlemarch
a
very
healthy
spot
.
