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?""Not at all. He is practising at a German bath, and has married a rich patient."Then my notions wear the best, so far," said Lydgate, with a short scornful laugh. "He would have it, the medical profession was an inevitable system of humbug. I said, the fault was in the men--men who truckle to lies and folly. Instead of preaching against humbug outside the walls, it might be better to set up a disinfecting apparatus within. In short--I am reporting my own conversation--you may be sure I had all the good sense on my side.""Your scheme is a good deal more difficult to carry out than the Pythagorean community, though. You have not only got the old Adam in yourself against you, but you have got all those descendants of the original Adam who form the society around you. You see, I have paid twelve or thirteen years more than you for my knowledge of difficulties. But"--Mr. Farebrother broke off a moment, and then added, "you are eying that glass vase again. Do you want to make an exchange? You shall not have it without a fair barter.""I have some sea-mice--fine specimens--in spirits. And I will throw in Robert Brown's new thing--`Microscopic Observations on the Pollen of Plants'--if you don't happen to have it already.""Why, seeing how you long for the monster, I might ask a higher price.
Suppose I ask you to look through my drawers and agree with me about all my new species?" The Vicar, while he talked in this way, alternately moved about with his pipe in his mouth, and returned to hang rather fondly over his drawers. "That would be good discipline, you know, for a young doctor who has to please his patients in Middlemarch.
You must learn to be bored, remember. However, you shall have the monster on your own terms.""Don't you think men overrate the necessity for humoring everybody's nonsense, till they get despised by the very fools they humor?"said Lydgate, moving to Mr. Farebrother's side, and looking rather absently at the insects ranged in fine gradation, with names subscribed in exquisite writing. "The shortest way is to make your value felt, so that people must put up with you whether you flatter them or not.""With all my heart. But then you must be sure of having the value, and you must keep yourself independent. Very few men can do that.
Either you slip out of service altogether, and become good for nothing, or you wear the harness and draw a good deal where your yoke-fellows pull you. But do look at these delicate orthoptera!"Lydgate had after all to give some scrutiny to each drawer, the Vicar laughing at himself, and yet persisting in the exhibition.