One genus highest, one not high at all;
Each species has its differentia too,

This is not That, and He was never You,
Though this and that are AYES, and you and he

Are like as one to one, or three to three.
No gossip about Mr. Casaubon's will had yet reached Ladislaw:

the air seemed to be filled with the dissolution of Parliament
and the coming election, as the old wakes and fairs were filled

with the rival clatter of itinerant shows; and more private noises
were taken little notice of. The famous "dry election" was at hand,

in which the depths of public feeling might be measured by the low
flood-mark of drink. Will Ladislaw was one of the busiest at this time;

and though Dorothea's widowhood was continually in his thought,
he was so far from wishing to be spoken to on the subject,

that when Lydgate sought him out to tell him what had passed about
the Lowick living, he answered rather waspishly--

"Why should you bring me into the matter? I never see Mrs. Casaubon,
and am not likely to see her, since she is at Freshitt.

I never go there. It is Tory ground, where I and the `Pioneer'
are no more welcome than a poacher and his gun."

The fact was that Will had been made the more susceptible by
observing that Mr. Brooke, instead of wishing him, as before,

to come to the Grange oftener than was quite agreeable to himself,
seemed now to contrive that he should go there as little as possible.

This was a shuffling concession of Mr. Brooke's to Sir James
Chettam's indignant remonstrance; and Will, awake to the slightest

hint in this direction, concluded that he was to be kept away from
the Grange on Dorothea's account. Her friends, then, regarded him

with some suspicion? Their fears were quite superfluous: they were
very much mistaken if they imagined that he would put himself

forward as a needy adventurertrying to win the favor of a rich woman.
Until now Will had never fully seen the chasm between himself

and Dorothea--until now that he was come to the brink of it, and saw
her on the other side. He began, not without some inward rage,

to think of going away from the neighborhood: it would be impossible
for him to show any further interest in Dorothea without subjecting

himself to disagreeable imputations--perhaps even in her mind,
which others might try to poison.

"We are forever divided," said Will. "I might as well be at Rome;
she would be no farther from me." But what we call our despair

is often only the painfuleagerness of unfed hope. There were
plenty of reasons why he should not go--public reasons why he

should not quit his post at this crisis, leaving Mr. Brooke in the
lurch when he needed "coaching" for the election, and when there

was so much canvassing, direct and indirect, to be carried on.
Will could not like to leave his own chessmen in the heat of a game;

and any candidate on the right side, even if his brain and marrow
had been as soft as was consistent with a gentlemanly bearing,

might help to turn a majority. To coach Mr. Brooke and keep him
steadily to the idea that he must pledge himself to vote for the actual

Reform Bill, instead of insisting on his independence and power
of pulling up in time, was not an easy task. Mr. Farebrother's

prophecy of a fourth candidate "in the bag" had not yet been fulfilled,
neither the Parliamentary Candidate Society nor any other power

on the watch to secure a reforming majority seeing a worthy nodus
for interference while there was a second reforming candidate

like Mr. Brooke, who might be returned at his own expense;
and the fight lay entirely between Pinkerton the old Tory member,

Bagster the new Whig member returned at the last election, and Brooke
the future independent member, who was to fetter himself for this

occasion only. Mr. Hawley and his party would bend all their
forces to the return of Pinkerton, and Mr. Brooke's success must

depend either on plumpers which would leave Bagster in the rear,
or on the new minting of Tory votes into reforming votes.

The latter means, of course, would be preferable.
This prospect of converting votes was a dangerous distraction to

Mr. Brooke: his impression that waverers were likely to be allured
by wavering statements, and also the liability of his mind to stick

afresh at opposing arguments as they turned up in his memory,
gave Will Ladislaw much trouble.

"You know there are tactics in these things," said Mr. Brooke;
"meeting people half-way--tempering your ideas--saying, `Well now,

there's something in that,' and so on. I agree with you that this
is a peculiar occasion--the country with a will of its own--

political unions--that sort of thing--but we sometimes cut with rather
too sharp a knife, Ladislaw. These ten-pound householders, now:

why ten? Draw the line somewhere--yes: but why just at ten?
That's a difficult question, now, if you go into it."

"Of course it is," said Will, impatiently. "But if you are to wait
till we get a logical Bill, you must put yourself forward as

a revolutionist, and then Middlemarch would not elect you, I fancy.
As for trimming, this is not a time for trimming."

Mr. Brooke always ended by agreeing with Ladislaw, who still
appeared to him a sort of Burke with a leaven of Shelley; but after

an interval the wisdom of his own methods reasserted itself,
and he was again drawn into using them with much hopefulness.

At this stage of affairs he was in excellent spirits, which even
supported him under large advances of money; for his powers

of convincing and persuading had not yet been, tested by anything
more difficult than a chairman's speech introducing other orators,

or a dialogue with a Middlemarch voter, from which he came away
with a sense that he was a tactician by nature, and that it

was a pity he had not gone earlier into this kind of thing.
He was a little conscious of defeat, however, with Mr. Mawmsey,

a chief representative in Middlemarch of that great social power,
the retailtrader, and naturally one of the most doubtful voters

in the borough--willing for his own part to supply an equal quality
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impartially with both, and feeling like the burgesses of old that
this necessity of electing members was a great burthen to a town;

for even if there were no danger in holding out hopes to all
parties beforehand, there would be the painful necessity at last

of disappointing respectable people whose names were on his books.
He was accustomed to receive large orders from Mr. Brooke of Tipton;

but then, there were many of Pinkerton's committee whose opinions
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that Mr. Brooke, as not too "clever in his intellects," was the more
likely to forgive a grocer who gave a hostile vote under pressure,

had become confidential in his back parlor.
"As to Reform, sir, put it in a family light," he said, rattling the

small silver in his pocket, and smiling affably. "Will it support
Mrs. Mawmsey, and enable her to bring up six children when I am no more?

I put the question FICTIOUSLY, knowing what must be the answer.
Very well, sir. I ask you what, as a husband and a father, I am

to do when gentlemen come to me and say, `Do as you like, Mawmsey;
but if you vote against us, I shall get my groceries elsewhere:

when I sugar my liquor I like to feel that I am benefiting the country
by maintaining tradesmen of the right color.' Those very words have

been spoken to me, sir, in the very chair where you are now sitting.
I don't mean by your honorable self, Mr. Brooke."

"No, no, no--that's narrow, you know. Until my butler complains
to me of your goods, Mr. Mawmsey," said Mr. Brooke, soothingly,

"until I hear that you send bad sugars, spices--that sort of thing--
I shall never order him to go elsewhere."

"Sir, I am your humble servant, and greatly obliged," said Mr. Mawmsey,
feeling that politics were clearing up a little. "There would be some

pleasure in voting for a gentleman who speaks in that honorable manner."
"Well, you know, Mr. Mawmsey, you would find it the right thing to put

yourself on our side. This Reform will touch everybody by-and-by--
a thoroughly popular measure--a sort of A, B, C, you know,

that must come first before the rest can follow. I quite agree
with you that you've got to look at the thing in a family light:

but public spirit, now. We're all one family, you know--
it's all one cupboard. Such a thing as a vote, now: why, it may