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I would not creep along the coast but steer

Out in mid-sea, by guidance of the stars.

When Dorothea, walking round the laurel-planted plots of the New

Hospital with Lydgate, had learned from him that there were no signs of

change in Mr. Casaubon's bodily condition beyond the mental sign of

anxiety to know the truth about his illness, she was silent for a few

moments, wondering whether she had said or done anything to rouse this

new anxiety. Lydgate, not willing to let slip an opportunity of

furthering a favorite purpose, ventured to say--

"I don't know whether your or Mr.--Casaubon's attention has been drawn

to the needs of our New Hospital. Circumstances have made it seem

rather egotistic in me to urge the subject; but that is not my fault:

it is because there is a fight being made against it by the other

medical men. I think you are generally interested in such things, for

I remember that when I first had the pleasure of seeing you at Tipton

Grange before your marriage, you were asking me some questions about

the way in which the health of the poor was affected by their miserable

housing."

"Yes, indeed," said Dorothea, brightening. "I shall be quite grateful

to you if you will tell me how I can help to make things a little

better. Everything of that sort has slipped away from me since I have

been married. I mean," she said, after a moment's hesitation, "that

the people in our village are tolerably comfortable, and my mind has

been too much taken up for me to inquire further. But here--in such a

place as Middlemarch--there must be a great deal to be done."

"There is everything to be done," said Lydgate, with abrupt energy.

"And this Hospital is a capital piece of work, due entirely to Mr.

Bulstrode's exertions, and in a great degree to his money. But one man

can't do everything in a scheme of this sort. Of course he looked

forward to help. And now there's a mean, petty feud set up against the

thing in the town, by certain persons who want to make it a failure."

"What can be their reasons?" said Dorothea, with naive surprise.

"Chiefly Mr. Bulstrode's unpopularity, to begin with. Half the town

would almost take trouble for the sake of thwarting him. In this

stupid world most people never consider that a thing is good to be done

unless it is done by their own set. I had no connection with Bulstrode

before I came here. I look at him quite impartially, and I see that he

has some notions--that he has set things on foot--which I can turn to

good public purpose. If a fair number of the better educated men went

to work with the belief that their observations might contribute to the

reform of medical doctrine and practice, we should soon see a change

for the better. That's my point of view. I hold that by refusing to

work with Mr. Bulstrode I should be turning my back on an opportunity

of making my profession more generally serviceable."