"I think it would be as well for gentlemen not to give their remarks a
personal bearing," said Mr. Plymdale. "I shall vote for the
appointment of Mr. Tyke, but I should not have known, if Mr. Hackbutt
hadn't hinted it, that I was a Servile Crawler."
"I disclaim any personalities. I expressly said, if I may be allowed
to repeat, or even to conclude what I was about to say--"
"Ah, here's Minchin!" said Mr. Frank Hawley; at which everybody turned
away from Mr. Hackbutt, leaving him to feel the uselessness of superior
gifts in Middlemarch. "Come, Doctor, I must have you on the right
side, eh?"
"I hope so," said Dr. Minchin, nodding and shaking hands here and
there; "at whatever cost to my feelings."
"If there's any feeling here, it should be feeling for the man who is
turned out, I think," said Mr. Frank Hawley.
"I confess I have feelings on the other side also. I have a divided
esteem," said Dr. Minchin, rubbing his hands. "I consider Mr. Tyke an
exemplary man--none more so--and I believe him to be proposed from
unimpeachable motives. I, for my part, wish that I could give him my
vote. But I am constrained to take a view of the case which gives the
preponderance to Mr. Farebrother's claims. He is an amiable man, an
able preacher, and has been longer among us."
Old Mr. Powderell looked on, sad and silent. Mr. Plymdale settled his
cravat, uneasily.
"You don't set up Farebrother as a pattern of what a clergyman ought to
be, I hope," said Mr. Larcher, the eminent carrier, who had just come
in. "I have no ill-will towards him, but I think we owe something to
the public, not to speak of anything higher, in these appointments. In
my opinion Farebrother is too lax for a clergyman. I don't wish to
bring up particulars against him; but he will make a little attendance
here go as far as he can."
"And a devilish deal better than too much," said Mr. Hawley, whose bad
language was notorious in that part of the county. "Sick people can't
bear so much praying and preaching. And that methodistical sort of
religion is bad for the spirits--bad for the inside, eh?" he added,
turning quickly round to the four medical men who were assembled.
But any answer was dispensed with by the entrance of three gentlemen,
with whom there were greetings more or less cordial. These were the
Reverend Edward Thesiger, Rector of St. Peter's, Mr. Bulstrode, and our
friend Mr. Brooke of Tipton, who had lately allowed himself to be put
on the board of directors in his turn, but had never before attended,
his attendance now being due to Mr. Bulstrode's exertions. Lydgate was
the only person still expected.