Мидлмарч

           "IseenoreasonwhyIshouldn’tmakeafewacquaintanceshereabout.I’mnotashamedofmyselfascompanyforanybody.IdroppedmyportmanteauattheturnpikewhenIgotdown—changeoflinen—genuine—honorbright—morethanfrontsandwristbands;andwiththissuitofmourning,strapsandeverything,Ishoulddoyoucreditamongthenobshere."Mr.Raffleshadpushedawayhitchairandlookeddownathimself,particularlyathisstrapsHischiefintentionwastoannoyBulstrode,buthereallythoughtthathisappearancenowwouldproduceagoodeffect,andthathewasnotonlyhandsomeandwitty,butcladinamourningstylewhichimpliedsolidconnections.

           "Ifyouintendtorelyonmeinanyway,Mr.Raffles,"saidBulstrode,afteramoment’spause,"youwillexpecttomeetmywishes."

           "Ah,tobesure,"saidRaffles,withamockingcordiality."Didn’tIalwaysdoit?Lord,youmadeaprettythingoutofme,andIgotbutlittle.I’veoftenthoughtsince,ImighthavedonebetterbytellingtheoldwomanthatI’dfoundherdaughterandhergrandchild:itwouldhavesuitedmyfeelingsbetter;I’vegotasoftplaceinmyheart.Butyou’veburiedtheoldladybythistime,Isuppose—it’sallonetohernow.Andyou’vegotyourfortuneoutofthatprofitablebusinesswhichhadsuchablessingonit.You’vetakentobeinganob,buyingland,beingacountrybashaw.