What Had Happe Home
WHEN Mr Tulliver first khe fact that the lawsuit was decided against him and that Pivart and Wakem were triumphant, every one who happeo observe him at the time thought that for so fident and hot-tempered a man he bore the blow remarkably well. He thought so himself: he thought he was going to show that if Wakem or anybody else sidered him crushed, they would find themselves mistaken. He could not refuse to see that the costs of this protracted suit would take more than he possessed to pay them, but he appeared to himself to be full of expedients by which he could ward off as but such as were tolerable, and could avoid the appearance of breaking down in the world. All the obstinad defiance of his nature, driven out of their old el, found a vent for themselves in the immediate formation of plans by which he would meet his difficulties and remain Mr Tulliver of Dorlill in spite of them. There was such a rush of projects in his brain, that it was no wonder his face was flushed when he came away from his talk with his attorney, Mr Gore, and mounted his horse to ride home from Lindum. There was Furley, who held the me on the land - a reasonable felloould see his own i, Mr Tulliver was vinced, and who would be glad not only to purchase the whole estate including the mill and homestead, but would accept Mr Tulliver as tenant, and be willing to advance moo be repaid with high i out of the profits of the business which would be made over to him, Mr Tulliver only taking enough barely to maintain himself and his family. Who would such a profitable iment? Certainly not Furley, for Mr Tulliver had determihat Furley should meet his plans with the utmost alacrity; and there are men whose brains have not yet been dangerously heated by the loss of a lawsuit who are apt to see in their own i or desires a motive for other mens as. There was no doubt (in the millers mind) that Furley would do just what was desirable; and if he did - why, things would not be so very much worse. Mr Tulliver and his family must live more meagrely and humbly, but it would only be till the profits of the business had paid off Furleys advances, and that might be while Mr Tulliver had still a good many years of life before him. It was clear that the costs of the suit could be paid without his being obliged to turn out of his old plad look like a ruined man. It was certainly an awkward moment in his affairs. There was that suretyship for poor Riley, who had died suddenly last April, a his friend saddled with a debt of two hundred and fifty pounds: a fact which had helped to make Mr Tullivers banking book less pleasant reading than a man might desire towards Christmas. Well! he had never been one of those poor-spirited sneaks who would refuse to give a helping hand to a fellow-traveller in this puzzling world. The really vexatious business was the fact that some months ago the creditor who had lent him the five hundred pounds to repay Mrs Glegg, had bee uneasy about his money (set on by Wakem, of course), and Mr Tulliver, still fident that he should gain his suit, and finding it emily inveo raise the said sum until that desirable issue had taken place, had rashly acceded to the demand that he should give a bill of sale on his house-hold furniture and some other effects as security in lieu of the bond. It was all one, he had said to himself: he should soon pay off the money, and there was no harm in giving that security any more than another. But now t