“Do,” said Lydgate; “I trust to the effect of that. He is very much beloved, but he has his enemies too: there are always people who can’t forgive an able man for differing from them. And that money-winning business is really a blot. You don’t, of course, see many Middlemarch people: but Mr. Ladislaw, who is constantly seeing Mr. Brooke, is a great friend of Mr. Farebrother’s old ladies, and would be glad to sing the Vicar’s praises. One of the old ladies⁠—Miss Noble, the aunt⁠—is a wonderfully quaint picture of self-forgetful goodness, and Ladislaw gallants her about sometimes. I met them one day in a back street: you know Ladislaw’s look⁠—a sort of Daphnis in coat and waistcoat; and this little old maid reaching up to his arm⁠—they looked like a couple dropped out of a romantic comedy. But the best evidence about Farebrother is to see him and hear him.”