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`` I was only going to say that we sometimes have dancing , and I wanted to know whether you would feel insulted if you were asked to come . '' `` Not on the condition I mentioned . '' After this chat Lydgate thought that he was going , but on moving towards the whist-tables , he got interested in watching Mr. Farebrother 's play , which was masterly , and also his face , which was a striking mixture of the shrewd and the mild . At ten o'clock supper was brought in -LRB- such were the customs of Middlemarch -RRB- and there was punch-drinking ; but Mr. Farebrother had only a glass of water . He was winning , but there seemed to be no reason why the renewal of rubbers should end , and Lydgate at last took his leave . But as it was not eleven o'clock , he chose to walk in the brisk air towards the tower of St. Botolph 's , Mr. Farebrother 's church , which stood out dark , square , and massive against the starlight . It was the oldest church in Middlemarch ; the living , however , was but a vicarage worth barely four hundred a-year .