C’est beaucoup que le jugement des hommes sur les actions humaines; tôt ou tard il devient efficace.
Sir James Chettam could not look with any satisfaction on Mr. Brooke’s new courses; but it was easier to object than to hinder. Sir James accounted for his having come in alone one day to lunch with the Cadwalladers by saying—
“I can’t talk to you as I want, before Celia: it might hurt her. Indeed, it would not be right.”
“I know what you mean—the Pioneer at the Grange!” darted in Mrs. Cadwallader, almost before the last word was off her friend’s tongue. “It is frightful—this taking to buying whistles and blowing them in everybody’s hearing. Lying in bed all day and playing at dominoes, like poor Lord Plessy, would be more private and bearable.”
“I see they are beginning to attack our friend Brooke in the Trumpet ,” said the Rector, lounging back and smiling easily, as he would have done if he had been attacked himself. “There are tremendous sarcasms against a landlord not a hundred miles from Middlemarch, who receives his own rents, and makes no returns.”
“I do wish Brooke would leave that off,” said Sir James, with his little frown of annoyance.
“Is he really going to be put in nomination, though?” said Mr. Cadwallader. > “I saw Farebrother yesterday—he’s Whiggish himself, hoists Brougham and Useful Knowledge ; that’s the