hiselegant
way
,
“
Rotten
!
be
hanged
—
it
produces
me
a
good
fifteen
hundred
a
year
.
”
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
(
named
after
that
great
Commoner
)
was
the
son
of
Walpole
Crawley
,
first
Baronet
,
of
the
Tape
and
Sealing-Wax
Office
in
the
reign
of
George
II
.
,
when
he
was
impeached
for
peculation
,
as
were
a
great
number
of
other
honest
gentlemen
of
those
days
;
and
Walpole
Crawley
was
,
as
need
scarcely
be
said
,
son
of
John
Churchill
Crawley
,
named
after
the
celebrated
military
commander
of
the
reign
of
Queen
Anne
.
The
family
tree
(
which
hangs
up
at
Queen’s
Crawley
,
)
furthermore
mentions
Charles
Stuart
,
afterwards
called
Barebones-Crawley
,
son
of
the
Crawley
of
James
the
First’s
time
;
and
finally
,
Queen
Elizabeth’s
Crawley
,
who
is
represented
as
the
foreground
of
the
picture
in
his
forked
beard
and
armour
.
Out
of
his
waistcoat
,
as
usual
,
grows
a
tree
,
on
the
main
branches
of
which
the
above
illustrious
names
are
inscribed
.
Close
by
the
name
of
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
,
Baronet
(
the
subject
of
the
present
memoir
)
,
are
written
that
of
his
brother
,
the
Reverend
Bute
Crawley
(
the
great
Commoner
was
in
disgrace
when
the
reverend
gentleman
was
born
)
,
rector
of
Crawley-cum-Snailby
,
and
of
various
other
male
and
female
members
of
the
Crawley
family
.
Sir
Pitt
was
first
married
to
Grizzel
,
sixth
daughter
of
Mungo
Binkie
,
Lord
Binkie
,
and
cousin
,
in
consequence
,
of
Mr.
Dundas
.
She
brought
him
two
sons
:
Pitt
,
named
not
so
much
after
his
father
as
after
the
heaven-born
minister
;
and
Rawdon
Crawley
,
from
the
Prince
of
Wales’s
friend
,
whom
his
Majesty
George
IV
.
forgot
so
completely
.
Many
years
after
her
ladyship’s
demise
,
Sir
Pitt
led
to
the
altar
Rosa
,
daughter
of
Mr.
G
.
Dawson
,
of
Mudbury
,
by
whom
he
had
two
daughters
,
for
whose
benefit
Miss
Rebecca
Sharp
was
now
engaged
as
governess
.
It
will
be
seen
that
the
young
lady
was
come
into
a
family
of
very
genteel
connexions
,
and
was
about
to
move
in
a
much
more
distinguished
circle
than
that
humble
one
which
she
had
just
quitted
in
Russell
Square
.
She
had
received
her
orders
to
join
her
pupils
,
in
a
note
which
was
written
upon
an
old
envelope
,
and
which
contained
the
following
words
:
—
“
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
begs
Miss
Sharp
and
baggidge
may
be
hear
on
Tuesday
,
as
I
leaf
for
Queen’s
Crawley
to-morrow
morning
erly
.
“
Great
Gaunt
Street
.
”
Rebecca
had
never
seen
a
Baronet
,
as
far
as
she
knew
,
and
as
soon
as
she
had
taken
leave
of
Amelia
,
and
counted
the
guineas
which
good-natured
Mr.
Sedley
had
put
into
a
purse
for
her
,
and
as
soon
as
she
had
done
wiping
her
eyes
with
her
handkerchief
(
which
operation
she
concluded
the
very
moment
the
carriage
had
turned
the
corner
of
the
street
)
,
she
began
to
depict
in
her
own
mind
what
a
baronet
must
be
.
“
I
wonder
,
does
he
wear
a
star
?
”
thought
she
,
“
or
is
it
only
lords
that
wear
stars
?
But
he
will
be
very
handsomely
dressed
in
a
court
suit
,
with
ruffles
,
and
his
hair
a
little
powdered
,
like
Mr.
Wroughton
at
Covent
Garden
.
I
suppose
he
will
be
awfully
proud
,
and
that
I
shall
be
treated
most
contemptuously
.
Still
I
must
bear
my
hard
lot
as
well
as
I
can
—
at
least
,
I
shall
be
amongst
gentlefolks
,
and
not
with
vulgar
city
people
:
”
and
she
fell
to
thinking
of
her
Russell
Square
friends
with
that
very
same
philosophical
bitterness
with
which
,
in
a
certain
apologue
,
the
fox
is
represented
as
speaking
of
the
grapes
.
Having
passed
through
Gaunt
Square
into
Great
Gaunt
Street
,
the
carriage
at
length
stopped
at
a
tall
gloomy
house
between
two
other
tall
gloomy
houses
,
each
with
a
hatchment
over
the
middle
drawing-room
window
;
as
is
the
custom
of
houses
in
Great
Gaunt
Street
,
in
which
gloomy
locality
death
seems
to
reign
perpetual
.
The
shutters
of
the
first-floor
windows
of
Sir
Pitt’s
mansion
were
closed
—
those
of
the
dining-room
were
partially
open
,
and
the
blinds
neatly
covered
up
in
old
newspapers
.
John
,
the
groom
,
who
had
driven
the
carriage
alone
,
did
not
care
to
descend
to
ring
the
bell
;
and
so
prayed
a
passing
milk-boy
to
perform
that
office
for
him
.
When
the
bell
was
rung
,
a
head
appeared
between
the
interstices
of
the
dining-room
shutters
,
and
the
door
was
opened
by
a
man
in
drab
breeches
and
gaiters
,
with
a
dirty
old
coat
,
a
foul
old
neckcloth
lashed
round
his
bristly
neck
,
a
shining
bald
head
,
a
leering
red
face
,
a
pair
of
twinkling
grey
eyes
,
and
a
mouth
perpetually
on
the
grin
.
“
This
Sir
Pitt
Crawley’s
?
”
says
John
,
from
the
box
.
“
Ees
,
”
says
the
man
at
the
door
,
with
a
nod
.
“
Hand
down
these
’ere
trunks
,
then
,
”
said
John
.
“
Hand
’n
down
yourself
,
”
said
the
porter
.
“
Don’t
you
see
I
can’t
leave
my
hosses
?
Come
,
bear
a
hand
,
my
fine
feller
,
and
Miss
will
give
you
some
beer
,
”
said
John
,
with
a
horse-laugh
,
for
he
was
no
longer
respectful
to
Miss
Sharp
,
as
her
connexion
with
the
family
was
broken
off
,
and
as
she
had
given
nothing
to
the
servants
on
coming
away
.
The
bald-headed
man
,
taking
his
hands
out
of
his
breeches
pockets
,
advanced
on
this
summons
,
and
throwing
Miss
Sharp’s
trunk
over
his
shoulder
,
carried
it
into
the
house
.
“
Take
this
basket
and
shawl
,
if
you
please
,
and
open
the
door
,
”
said
Miss
Sharp
,
and
descended
from
the
carriage
in
much
indignation
.
“
I
shall
write
to
Mr.
Sedley
and
inform
him
of
your
conduct
,
”
said
she
to
the
groom
.
“
Don’t
,
”
replied
that
functionary
.
“
I
hope
you’ve
forgot
nothink
?
Miss
’Melia’s
gownds
—
have
you
got
them
—
as
the
lady’s
maid
was
to
have
’ad
?
I
hope
they’ll
fit
you
.
Shut
the
door
,
Jim
,
you’ll
get
no
good
out
of
’er
,
”
continued
John
,
pointing
with
his
thumb
towards
Miss
Sharp
;
“
a
bad
lot
,
I
tell
you
,
a
bad
lot
,
”
and
so
saying
,
Mr.
Sedley’s
groom
drove
away
.
The
truth
is
,
he
was
attached
to
the
lady’s
maid
in
question
,
and
indignant
that
she
should
have
been
robbed
of
her
perquisites
.
On
entering
the
dining-room
,
by
the
orders
of
the
individual
in
gaiters
,
Rebecca
found
that
apartment
not
more
cheerful
than
such
rooms
usually
are
,
when
genteel
families
are
out
of
town
.
The
faithful
chambers
seem
,
as
it
were
,
to
mourn
the
absence
of
their
masters
.
The
turkey
carpet
has
rolled
itself
up
,
and
retired
sulkily
under
the
sideboard
:
the
pictures
have
hidden
their
faces
behind
old
sheets
of
brown
paper
:
the
ceiling
lamp
is
muffled
up
in
a
dismal
sack
of
brown
holland
:
the
window-curtains
have
disappeared
under
all
sorts
of
shabby
envelopes
:
the
marble
bust
of
Sir
Walpole
Crawley
is
looking
from
its
black
corner
at
the
bare
boards
and
the
oiled
fire-irons
,
and
the
empty
card-racks
over
the
mantel-piece
:
the
cellaret
has
lurked
away
behind
the
carpet
:
the
chairs
are
turned
up
heads
and
tails
along
the
walls
:
and
in
the
dark
corner
opposite
the
statue
,
is
an
old-fashioned
crabbed
knife-box
locked
and
sitting
on
a
dumb
waiter
.
Two
kitchen
chairs
,
and
a
round
table
,
and
an
attenuated
old
poker
and
tongs
were
,
however
,
gathered
round
the
fire-place
,
as
was
a
saucepan
over
a
feeble
sputtering
fire
.
There
was
a
bit
of
cheese
and
bread
,
and
a
tin
candlestick
on
the
table
,
and
a
little
black
porter
in
a
pint-pot
.
“
Had
your
dinner
,
I
suppose
?
It
is
not
too
warm
for
you
?
Like
a
drop
of
beer
?
”
“
Where
is
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
?
”
said
Miss
Sharp
majestically
.
“
He
,
he
!
I’m
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
.
Reklect
you
owe
me
a
pint
for
bringing
down
your
luggage
.
He
,
he
!
Ask
Tinker
if
I
aynt
.
Mrs.
Tinker
,
Miss
Sharp
;
Miss
Governess
,
Mrs.
Charwoman
.
Ho
,
ho
!
”
The
lady
addressed
as
Mrs.
Tinker
,
at
this
moment
made
her
appearance
with
a
pipe
and
a
paper
of
tobacco
,
for
which
she
had
been
despatched
a
minute
before
Miss
Sharp’s
arrival
;
and
she
handed
the
articles
over
to
Sir
Pitt
,
who
had
taken
his
seat
by
the
fire
.
“
Where’s
the
farden
?
”
said
he
.
“
I
gave
you
three
halfpence
.
Where’s
the
change
,
old
Tinker
?
”
“
There
!
”
replied
Mrs.
Tinker
,
flinging
down
the
coin
;
“
it’s
only
baronets
as
cares
about
farthings
.
”
“
A
farthing
a
day
is
seven
shillings
a
year
,
”
answered
the
M.P.
;
“
seven
shillings
a
year
is
the
interest
of
seven
guineas
.
Take
care
of
your
farthings
,
old
Tinker
,
and
your
guineas
will
come
quite
nat’ral
.
”
“
You
may
be
sure
it’s
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
,
young
woman
,
”
said
Mrs.
Tinker
,
surlily
;
“
because
he
looks
to
his
farthings
.
You’ll
know
him
better
afore
long
.
”
“
And
like
me
none
the
worse
,
Miss
Sharp
,
”
said
the
old
gentleman
,
with
an
air
almost
of
politeness
.
“
I
must
be
just
before
I’m
generous
.
”
“
He
never
gave
away
a
farthing
in
his
life
,
”
growled
Tinker
.
“
Never
,
and
never
will
;
it’s
against
my
principle
.
Go
and
get
another
chair
from
the
kitchen
,
Tinker
,
if
you
want
to
sit
down
;
and
then
we’ll
have
a
bit
of
supper
.
”
Presently
the
baronet
plunged
a
fork
into
the
saucepan
on
the
fire
and
withdrew
from
the
pot
a
piece
of
tripe
and
an
onion
,
which
he
divided
into
pretty
equal
portions
,
and
of
which
he
partook
with
Mrs.
Tinker
.
“
You
see
,
Miss
Sharp
,
when
I’m
not
here
Tinker’s
on
board
wages
:
when
I’m
in
town
she
dines
with
the
family
.
Haw
,
haw
!
I’m
glad
Miss
Sharp’s
not
hungry
,
ain’t
you
,
Tink
?
”
And
they
fell
to
upon
their
frugal
supper
.
After
supper
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
began
to
smoke
his
pipe
;
and
when
it
became
quite
dark
,
he
lighted
the
rushlight
in
the
tin
candlestick
,
and
producing
from
an
interminable
pocket
a
huge
mass
of
papers
,
began
reading
them
,
and
putting
them
in
order
.
“
I’m
here
on
law
business
,
my
dear
,
and
that’s
how
it
happens
that
I
shall
have
the
pleasure
of
such
a
pretty
travelling
companion
to-morrow
.
”
“
He’s
always
at
law
business
,
”
said
Mrs.
Tinker
,
taking
up
the
pot
of
porter
.
“
Drink
and
drink
about
,
”
said
the
baronet
.
“
Yes
,
my
dear
,
Tinker
is
quite
right
:
I’ve
lost
and
won
more
lawsuits
than
any
man
in
England
.
Look
here
at
Crawley
,
Bart
,
V.
Snaffle
.
I’ll
throw
him
over
,
or
my
name’s
not
Pitt
Crawley
.
Podder
and
another
versus
Crawley
,
Bart
.
Overseers
of
Snaily
parish
against
Crawley
,
Bart
.
They
can’t
prove
it’s
common
:
I’ll
defy
’em
;
the
land’s
mine
.
It
no
more
belongs
to
the
parish
than
it
does
to
you
or
Tinker
here
.
I’ll
beat
’em
,
if
it
costs
me
a
thousand
guineas
.
Look
over
the
papers
;
you
may
if
you
like
,
my
dear
.
Do
you
write
a
good
hand
?
I’ll
make
you
useful
when
we’re
at
Queen’s
Crawley
,
depend
on
it
,
Miss
Sharp
.
Now
the
dowager’s
dead
I
want
some
one
.
”
“
She
was
as
bad
as
he
,
”
said
Tinker
.
“
She
took
the
law
of
every
one
of
her
tradesmen
;
and
turned
away
forty-eight
footmen
in
four
year
.
”
“
She
was
close
—
very
close
,
”
said
the
baronet
,
simply
;
“
but
she
was
a
valyble
woman
to
me
,
and
saved
me
a
steward
.
”
—
And
in
this
confidential
strain
,
and
much
to
the
amusement
of
the
new-comer
,
the
conversation
continued
for
a
considerable
time
.
Whatever
Sir
Pitt
Crawley’s
qualities
might
be
,
good
or
bad
,
he
did
not
make
the
least
disguise
of
them
.
He
talked
of
himself
incessantly
,
sometimes
in
the
coarsest
and
vulgarest
Hampshire
accent
;
sometimes
adopting
the
tone
of
a
man
of
the
world
.
And
so
,
with
injunctions
to
Miss
Sharp
to
be
ready
at
five
in
the
morning
,
he
bade
her
good
night
.
“
You’ll
sleep
with
Tinker
to-night
,
”
he
said
;
“
it’s
a
big
bed
,
and
there’s
room
for
two
.
Lady
Crawley
died
in
it
.
Good
night
.
”
Sir
Pitt
went
off
after
this
benediction
,
and
the
solemn
Tinker
,
rushlight
in
hand
,
led
the
way
up
the
great
bleak
stone
stairs
,
past
the
great
dreary
drawing-room
doors
,
with
the
handles
muffled
up
in
paper
,
into
the
great
front
bed-room
,
where
Lady
Crawley
had
slept
her
last
.
The
bed
and
chamber
were
so
funereal
and
gloomy
,
you
might
have
fancied
,
not
only
that
Lady
Crawley
died
in
the
room
,
but
that
her
ghost
inhabited
it
.
Rebecca
sprang
about
the
apartment
,
however
,
with
the
greatest
liveliness
,
and
had
peeped
into
the
huge
wardrobes
,
and
the
closets
,
and
the
cupboards
,
and
tried
the
drawers
which
were
locked
,
and
examined
the
dreary
pictures
and
toilette
appointments
,
while
the
old
charwoman
was
saying
her
prayers
.
“
I
shouldn’t
like
to
sleep
in
this
yeer
bed
without
a
good
conscience
,
Miss
,
”
said
the
old
woman
.
“
There’s
room
for
us
and
a
half-dozen
of
ghosts
in
it
,
”
says
Rebecca
.
“
Tell
me
all
about
Lady
Crawley
and
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
,
and
everybody
,
my
dear
Mrs.
Tinker
.
”
But
old
Tinker
was
not
to
be
pumped
by
this
little
cross-questioner
;
and
signifying
to
her
that
bed
was
a
place
for
sleeping
,
not
conversation
,
set
up
in
her
corner
of
the
bed
such
a
snore
as
only
the
nose
of
innocence
can
produce
.
Rebecca
lay
awake
for
a
long
,
long
time
,
thinking
of
the
morrow
,
and
of
the
new
world
into
which
she
was
going
,
and
of
her
chances
of
success
there
.
The
rushlight
flickered
in
the
basin
.
The
mantel-piece
cast
up
a
great
black
shadow
,
over
half
of
a
mouldy
old
sampler
,
which
her
defunct
ladyship
had
worked
,
no
doubt
,
and
over
two
little
family
pictures
of
young
lads
,
one
in
a
college
gown
,
and
the
other
in
a
red
jacket
like
a
soldier
.
When
she
went
to
sleep
,
Rebecca
chose
that
one
to
dream
about
.
At
four
o’clock
,
on
such
a
roseate
summer’s
morning
as
even
made
Great
Gaunt
Street
look
cheerful
,
the
faithful
Tinker
,
having
wakened
her
bedfellow
,
and
bid
her
prepare
for
departure
,
unbarred
and
unbolted
the
great
hall
door
(
the
clanging
and
clapping
whereof
startled
the
sleeping
echoes
in
the
street
)
,
and
taking
her
way
into
Oxford
Street
,
summoned
a
coach
from
a
stand
there
.
It
is
needless
to
particularize
the
number
of
the
vehicle
,
or
to
state
that
the
driver
was
stationed
thus
early
in
the
neighbourhood
of
Swallow
Street
,
in
hopes
that
some
young
buck
,
reeling
homeward
from
the
tavern
,
might
need
the
aid
of
his
vehicle
,
and
pay
him
with
the
generosity
of
intoxication
.
It
is
likewise
needless
to
say
,
that
the
driver
,
if
he
had
any
such
hopes
as
those
above
stated
,
was
grossly
disappointed
;
and
that
the
worthy
Baronet
whom
he
drove
to
the
City
did
not
give
him
one
single
penny
more
than
his
fare
.
It
was
in
vain
that
Jehu
appealed
and
stormed
;
that
he
flung
down
Miss
Sharp’s
bandboxes
in
the
gutter
at
the
‘Necks
,
and
swore
he
would
take
the
law
of
his
fare
.
“
You’d
better
not
,
”
said
one
of
the
hostlers
;
“
it’s
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
.
”
“
So
it
is
,
Joe
,
”
cried
the
Baronet
,
approvingly
;
“
and
I’d
like
to
see
the
man
can
do
me
.
”
“
So
should
oi
,
”
said
Joe
,
grinning
sulkily
,
and
mounting
the
Baronet’s
baggage
on
the
roof
of
the
coach
.
“
Keep
the
box
for
me
,
Leader
,
”
exclaims
the
Member
of
Parliament
to
the
coachman
;
who
replied
,
“
Yes
,
Sir
Pitt
,
”
with
a
touch
of
his
hat
,
and
rage
in
his
soul
(
for
he
had
promised
the
box
to
a
young
gentleman
from
Cambridge
,
who
would
have
given
a
crown
to
a
certainty
)
,
and
Miss
Sharp
was
accommodated
with
a
back
seat
inside
the
carriage
,
which
might
be
said
to
be
carrying
her
into
the
wide
world
.
How
the
young
man
from
Cambridge
sulkily
put
his
five
great
coats
in
front
;
but
was
reconciled
when
little
Miss
Sharp
was
made
to
quit
the
carriage
,
and
mount
up
beside
him
—
when
he
covered
her
up
in
one
of
his
Benjamins
,
and
became
perfectly
good-humoured
—
how
the
asthmatic
gentleman
,
the
prim
lady
,
who
declared
upon
her
sacred
honour
she
had
never
travelled
in
a
public
carriage
before
(
there
is
always
such
a
lady
in
a
coach
,
—
Alas
!
was
;
for
the
coaches
,
where
are
they
?
)
,
and
the
fat
widow
with
the
brandy-bottle
,
took
their
places
inside
—
how
the
porter
asked
them
all
for
money
,
and
got
sixpence
from
the
gentleman
and
five
greasy
halfpence
from
the
fat
widow
—
and
how
the
carriage
at
length
drove
away
—
now
,
threading
the
dark
lanes
of
Aldersgate
,
anon
clattering
by
the
Blue
Cupola
of
St.
Paul’s
,
jingling
rapidly
by
the
strangers’
entry
of
Fleet-Market
,
which
,
with
Exeter
’Change
,
has
now
departed
to
the
world
of
shadows
—
how
they
passed
the
White
Bear
in
Piccadilly
,
and
saw
the
dew
rising
up
from
the
marketgardens
of
Knightsbridge
—
how
Turnham-green
,
Brentford
,
Bagshot
,
were
passed
—
need
not
be
told
here
.
But
the
writer
of
these
pages
,
who
has
pursued
in
former
days
,
and
in
the
same
bright
weather
,
the
same
remarkable
journey
,
cannot
but
think
of
it
with
a
sweet
and
tender
regret
.
Where
is
the
road
now
,
and
its
merry
incidents
of
life
?
Is
there
no
Chelsea
or
Greenwich
for
the
old
honest
pimple-nosed
coachmen
?
I
wonder
where
are
they
,
those
good
fellows
?
Is
old
Weller
alive
or
dead
?
and
the
waiters
,
yea
,
and
the
inns
at
which
they
waited
,
and
the
cold
rounds
of
beef
inside
,
and
the
stunted
ostler
,
with
his
blue
nose
and
clinking
pail
,
where
is
he
,
and
where
is
his
generation
?
To
those
great
geniuses
now
in
petticoats
,
who
shall
write
novels
for
the
beloved
reader’s
children
,
these
men
and
things
will
be
as
much
legend
and
history
as
Nineveh
,
or
Cœur
de
Lion
,
or
Jack
Sheppard
.
For
them
stage-coaches
will
have
become
romances
—
a
team
of
four
bays
as
fabulous
as
Bucephalus
or
Black
Bess
.
Ah
,
how
their
coats
shone
,
as
the
stable-men
pulled
their
clothes
off
,
and
away
they
went
—
ah
,
how
their
tails
shook
,
as
with
smoking
sides
at
the
stage’s
end
they
demurely
walked
away
into
the
innyard
.
Alas
!
we
shall
never
hear
the
horn
sing
at
midnight
,
or
see
the
pike-gates
fly
open
any
more
.
Whither
,
however
,
is
the
light
four-inside
Trafalgar
coach
carrying
us
?
Let
us
be
set
down
at
Queen’s
Crawley
without
further
divagation
,
and
see
how
Miss
Rebecca
Sharp
speeds
there
.
VIII
.
Private
and
Confidential
Everything
considered
,
I
think
it
is
quite
as
well
for
our
dear
Amelia
Sedley
,
in
Russell
Square
,
that
Miss
Sharp
and
she
are
parted
.
Rebecca
is
a
droll
funny
creature
,
to
be
sure
;
and
those
descriptions
of
the
poor
lady
weeping
for
the
loss
of
her
beauty
,
and
the
gentleman
“
with
hay-coloured
whiskers
and
straw-coloured
hair
,
”
are
very
smart
,
doubtless
,
and
show
a
great
knowledge
of
the
world
.
That
she
might
,
when
on
her
knees
,
have
been
thinking
of
something
better
than
Miss
Horrock’s
ribbons
,
has
possibly
struck
both
of
us
.
But
my
kind
reader
will
please
to
remember
that
this
history
has
“
Vanity
Fair
”
for
a
title
,
and
that
Vanity
Fair
is
a
very
vain
,
wicked
,
foolish
place
,
full
of
all
sorts
of
humbugs
and
falseness
and
pretensions
.
And
while
the
moralist
,
who
is
holding
forth
on
the
cover
(
an
accurate
portrait
of
your
humble
servant
)
,
professes
to
wear
neither
gown
nor
bands
,
but
only
the
very
same
long-eared
livery
in
which
his
congregation
is
arrayed
:
yet
,
look
you
,
one
is
bound
to
speak
the
truth
as
far
as
one
knows
it
,
whether
one
mounts
a
cap
and
bells
or
a
shovel-hat
;
and
a
deal
of
disagreeable
matter
must
come
out
in
the
course
of
such
an
undertaking
.
I
have
heard
a
brother
of
the
story-telling
trade
,
at
Naples
,
preaching
to
a
pack
of
good-for-nothing
honest
lazy
fellows
by
the
sea-shore
,
work
himself
up
into
such
a
rage
and
passion
with
some
of
the
villains
whose
wicked
deeds
he
was
describing
and
inventing
,
that
the
audience
could
not
resist
it
;
and
they
and
the
poet
together
would
burst
out
into
a
roar
of
oaths
and
execrations
against
the
fictitious
monster
of
the
tale
,
so
that
the
hat
went
round
,
and
the
bajocchi
tumbled
into
it
,
in
the
midst
of
a
perfect
storm
of
sympathy
.
At
the
little
Paris
theatres
,
on
the
other
hand
,
you
will
not
only
hear
the
people
yelling
out
:
“
Ah
gredin
!
Ah
monstre
!
”
and
cursing
the
tyrant
of
the
play
from
the
boxes
;
but
the
actors
themselves
positively
refuse
to
play
the
wicked
parts
,
such
as
those
of
infâmes
Anglais
,
brutal
Cossacks
,
and
what
not
,
and
prefer
to
appear
at
a
smaller
salary
,
in
their
real
characters
as
loyal
Frenchmen
.
I
set
the
two
stories
one
against
the
other
,
so
that
you
may
see
that
it
is
not
from
mere
mercenary
motives
that
the
present
performer
is
desirous
to
show
up
and
trounce
his
villains
;
but
because
he
has
a
sincere
hatred
of
them
,
which
he
cannot
not
keep
down
,
and
which
must
find
a
vent
in
suitable
abuse
and
bad
language
.
I
warn
my
“
kyind
friends
,
”
then
,
that
I
am
going
to
tell
a
story
of
harrowing
villany
and
complicated
—
but
,
as
I
trust
,
intensely
interesting
—
crime
.
My
rascals
are
not
milk-and-water
rascals
,
I
promise
you
.
When
we
come
to
the
proper
places
we
won’t
spare
fine
language
—
No.
no
!
But
when
we
are
going
over
the
quiet
country
we
must
perforce
be
calm
.
A
tempest
in
a
slop-basin
is
absurd
We
will
reserve
that
sort
of
thing
for
the
mighty
ocean
and
the
lonely
midnight
.
The
present
Chapter
is
very
mild
.
Others
—
—
But
we
will
not
anticipate
those
.
And
,
as
we
bring
our
characters
forward
,
I
will
ask
leave
,
as
a
man
and
a
brother
,
not
only
to
introduce
,
but
occasionally
to
step
down
from
the
platform
,
and
talk
about
them
:
if
they
are
good
and
kindly
,
to
love
them
and
shake
them
by
the
hand
:
if
they
are
silly
,
to
laugh
at
them
confidentially
in
the
reader’s
sleeve
:
if
they
are
wicked
and
heartless
,
to
abuse
them
in
the
strongest
terms
which
politeness
admits
of
.
Otherwise
you
might
fancy
it
was
I
who
was
sneering
at
the
practice
of
devotion
,
which
Miss
Sharp
finds
so
ridiculous
;
that
it
was
I
who
laughed
good-humouredly
at
the
reeling
old
Silenus
of
a
baronet
—
whereas
the
laughter
comes
from
one
who
has
no
reverence
except
for
prosperity
,
and
no
eye
for
anything
beyond
success
.
Such
people
there
are
living
and
flourishing
in
the
world
—
Faithless
,
Hopeless
,
Charityless
:
let
us
have
at
them
,
dear
friends
,
with
might
and
main
.
Some
there
are
,
and
very
successful
too
,
mere
quacks
and
fools
:
and
it
was
to
combat
and
expose
such
as
those
,
no
doubt
,
that
Laughter
was
made
.
IX
.
Family
Portraits
SIR
PITT
CRAWLEY
was
a
philosopher
with
a
taste
for
what
is
called
low
life
.
His
first
marriage
with
the
daughter
of
the
noble
Binkie
had
been
made
under
the
auspices
of
his
parents
;
and
as
he
often
told
Lady
Crawley
in
her
life-time
she
was
such
a
confounded
quarrelsome
high-bred
jade
that
when
she
died
he
was
hanged
if
he
would
ever
take
another
of
her
sort
,
at
her
ladyship’s
demise
he
kept
his
promise
,
and
selected
for
a
second
wife
Miss
Rose
Dawson
,
daughter
of
Mr.
John
Thomas
Dawson
,
ironmonger
,
of
Mudbury
.
What
a
happy
woman
was
Rose
to
be
my
Lady
Crawley
!
Let
us
set
down
the
items
of
her
happiness
.
In
the
first
place
,
she
gave
up
Peter
Butt
,
a
young
man
who
kept
company
with
her
,
and
in
consequence
of
his
disappointment
in
love
,
took
to
smuggling
,
poaching
,
and
a
thousand
other
bad
courses
.
Then
she
quarrelled
,
as
in
duty
bound
,
with
all
the
friends
and
intimates
of
her
youth
,
who
,
of
course
,
could
not
be
received
by
my
Lady
at
Queen’s
Crawley
—
nor
did
she
find
in
her
new
rank
and
abode
many
persons
who
were
willing
to
welcome
her
.
Who
ever
did
?
Sir
Huddleston
Fuddleston
had
three
daughters
who
all
hoped
to
be
Lady
Crawley
.
Sir
Giles
Wapshot’s
family
were
insulted
that
one
of
the
Wapshot
girls
had
not
the
preference
in
the
marriage
,
and
the
remaining
baronets
of
the
county
were
indignant
at
their
comrade’s
misalliance
.
Never
mind
the
commoners
,
whom
we
will
leave
to
grumble
anonymously
.
Sir
Pitt
did
not
care
,
as
he
said
,
a
brass
farden
for
any
one
of
them
.
He
had
his
pretty
Rose
,
and
what
more
need
a
man
require
than
to
please
himself
?
So
he
used
to
get
drunk
every
night
:
to
beat
his
pretty
Rose
sometimes
:
to
leave
her
in
Hampshire
when
he
went
to
London
for
the
parliamentary
session
,
without
a
single
friend
in
the
wide
world
.
Even
Mrs.
Bute
Crawley
,
the
Rector’s
wife
,
refused
to
visit
her
,
as
she
said
she
would
never
give
the
pas
to
a
tradesman’s
daughter
.
As
the
only
endowments
with
which
Nature
had
gifted
Lady
Crawley
were
those
of
pink
cheeks
and
a
white
skin
,
and
as
she
had
no
sort
of
character
,
nor
talents
,
nor
opinions
,
nor
occupations
,
nor
amusements
,
nor
that
vigour
of
soul
and
ferocity
of
temper
which
often
falls
to
the
lot
of
entirely
foolish
women
,
her
hold
upon
Sir
Pitt’s
affections
was
not
very
great
.
Her
roses
faded
out
of
her
cheeks
,
and
the
pretty
freshness
left
her
figure
after
the
birth
of
a
couple
of
children
,
and
she
became
a
mere
machine
in
her
husband’s
house
,
of
no
more
use
than
the
late
Lady
Crawley’s
grand
piano
.
Being
a
light-complexioned
woman
,
she
wore
light
clothes
,
as
most
blondes
will
,
and
appeared
,
in
preference
,
in
draggled
sea-green
,
or
slatternly
sky-blue
.
She
worked
that
worsted
day
and
night
,
or
other
pieces
like
it
.
She
had
counterpanes
in
the
course
of
a
few
years
to
all
the
beds
in
Crawley
.
She
had
a
small
flower-garden
,
for
which
she
had
rather
an
affection
;
but
beyond
this
no
other
like
or
disliking
.
When
her
husband
was
rude
to
her
she
was
apathetic
:
whenever
he
struck
her
she
cried
.
She
had
not
character
enough
to
take
to
drinking
,
and
moaned
about
,
slip-shod
and
in
curl-papers
all
day
.
O
Vanity
Fair
—
Vanity
Fair
!
This
might
have
been
,
but
for
you
,
a
cheery
lass
:
—
Peter
Butt
and
Rose
a
happy
man
and
wife
,
in
a
snug
farm
,
with
a
hearty
family
;
and
an
honest
portion
of
pleasures
,
cares
,
hopes
and
struggles
:
—
but
a
title
and
a
coach
and
four
are
toys
more
precious
than
happiness
in
Vanity
Fair
:
and
if
Harry
the
Eighth
or
Bluebeard
were
alive
now
,
and
wanted
a
tenth
wife
,
do
you
suppose
he
could
not
get
the
prettiest
girl
that
shall
be
presented
this
season
?
The
languid
dulness
of
their
mamma
did
not
,
as
it
may
be
supposed
,
awaken
much
affection
in
her
little
daughters
,
but
they
were
very
happy
in
the
servants’
hall
and
in
the
stables
;
and
the
Scotch
gardener
having
luckily
a
good
wife
and
some
good
children
,
they
got
a
little
wholesome
society
and
instruction
in
his
lodge
,
which
was
the
only
education
bestowed
upon
them
until
Miss
Sharp
came
.
Her
engagement
was
owing
to
the
remonstrances
of
Mr.
Pitt
Crawley
,
the
only
friend
or
protector
Lady
Crawley
ever
had
,
and
the
only
person
,
besides
her
children
,
for
whom
she
entertained
a
little
feeble
attachment
.
Mr.
Pitt
took
after
the
noble
Binkies
,
from
whom
he
was
descended
,
and
was
a
very
polite
and
proper
gentleman
.
When
he
grew
to
man’s
estate
,
and
came
back
from
Christchurch
,
he
began
to
reform
the
slackened
discipline
of
the
hall
,
in
spite
of
his
father
,
who
stood
in
awe
of
him
.
He
was
a
man
of
such
rigid
refinement
,
that
he
would
have
starved
rather
than
have
dined
without
a
white
neck-cloth
.
Once
,
when
just
from
college
,
and
when
Horrocks
the
butler
brought
him
a
letter
without
placing
it
previously
on
a
tray
,
he
gave
that
domestic
a
look
,
and
administered
to
him
a
speech
so
cutting
,
that
Horrocks
ever
after
trembled
before
him
;
the
whole
household
bowed
to
him
:
Lady
Crawley’s
curl-papers
came
off
earlier
when
he
was
at
home
:
Sir
Pitt’s
muddy
gaiters
disappeared
;
and
if
that
incorrigible
old
man
still
adhered
to
other
old
habits
,
he
never
fuddled
himself
with
rum-and-water
in
his
son’s
presence
,
and
only
talked
to
his
servants
in
a
very
reserved
and
polite
manner
;
and
those
persons
remarked
that
Sir
Pitt
never
swore
at
Lady
Crawley
while
his
son
was
in
the
room
.
It
was
he
who
taught
the
butler
to
say
,
“
My
lady
is
served
,
”
and
who
insisted
on
handing
her
ladyship
in
to
dinner
.
He
seldom
spoke
to
her
,
but
when
he
did
it
was
with
the
most
powerful
respect
;
and
he
never
let
her
quit
the
apartment
,
without
rising
in
the
most
stately
manner
to
open
the
door
,
and
making
an
elegant
bow
at
her
egress
.
At
Eton
he
was
called
Miss
Crawley
;
and
there
,
I
am
sorry
to
say
,
his
younger
brother
Rawdon
used
to
lick
him
violently
.
But
though
his
parts
were
not
brilliant
,
he
made
up
for
his
lack
of
talent
by
meritorious
industry
,
and
was
never
known
,
during
eight
years
at
school
,
to
be
subject
to
that
punishment
which
it
is
generally
thought
none
but
a
cherub
can
escape
.
At
college
his
career
was
of
course
highly
creditable
.
And
here
he
prepared
himself
for
public
life
,
into
which
he
was
to
be
introduced
by
the
patronage
of
his
grandfather
,
Lord
Binkie
,
by
studying
the
ancient
and
modern
orators
with
great
assiduity
,
and
by
speaking
unceasingly
at
the
debating
societies
.
But
though
he
had
a
fine
flux
of
words
,
and
delivered
his
little
voice
with
great
pomposity
and
pleasure
to
himself
,
and
never
advanced
any
sentiment
or
opinion
which
was
not
perfectly
trite
and
stale
,
and
supported
by
a
Latin
quotation
;
yet
he
failed
somehow
,
in
spite
of
a
mediocrity
which
ought
to
have
insured
any
man
a
success
.
He
did
not
even
get
the
prize
poem
,
which
all
his
friends
said
he
was
sure
of
.
After
leaving
college
he
became
Private
Secretary
to
Lord
Binkie
,
and
was
then
appointed
Attaché
to
the
Legation
at
Pumpernickel
,
which
post
he
filled
with
perfect
honour
,
and
brough
home
despatches
,
consisting
of
Strasburg
pie
,
to
the
Foreign
Minister
of
the
day
.
After
remaining
ten
years
Attaché
(
several
years
after
the
lamented
Lord
Binkie’s
demise
)
,
and
finding
the
advancement
slow
,
he
at
length
gave
up
the
diplomatic
service
in
some
disgust
,
and
began
to
turn
country
gentleman
.
He
wrote
a
pamphlet
on
Malt
on
returning
to
England
(
for
he
was
an
ambitious
man
,
and
always
liked
to
be
before
the
public
)
,
and
took
a
strong
part
in
the
Negro
Emancipation
question
.
Then
he
became
a
friend
of
Mr.
Wilberforce’s
,
whose
politics
he
admired
,
and
had
that
famous
correspondence
with
the
Reverend
Silas
Hornblower
,
on
the
Ashantee
Mission
.
He
was
in
London
,
if
not
for
the
Parliament
session
,
at
least
in
May
,
for
the
religious
meetings
.
In
the
country
he
was
a
magistrate
,
and
an
active
visitor
and
speaker
among
those
destitute
of
religious
instruction
.
He
was
said
to
be
paying
his
addresses
to
Lady
Jane
Sheepshanks
,
Lord
Southdown’s
third
daughter
,
and
whose
sister
,
Lady
Emily
,
wrote
those
sweet
tracts
,
“
The
Sailor’s
True
Binnacle
,
”
and
“
The
Applewoman
of
Finchley
Common
.
”
Miss
Sharp’s
accounts
of
his
employment
at
Queen’s
Crawley
were
not
caricatures
.
He
subjected
the
servants
there
to
the
devotional
exercises
before
mentioned
,
in
which
(
and
so
much
the
better
)
he
brought
his
father
to
join
.
He
patronised
an
Independent
meeting-house
in
Crawley
parish
,
much
to
the
indignation
of
his
uncle
the
Rector
,
and
to
the
consequent
delight
of
Sir
Pitt
,
who
was
induced
to
go
himself
once
or
twice
,
which
occasioned
some
violent
sermons
at
Crawley
parish
church
,
directed
point-blank
at
the
Baronet’s
old
gothic
pew
there
.
Honest
Sir
Pitt
,
however
,
did
not
feel
the
force
of
these
discourses
,
as
he
always
took
his
nap
during
sermon-time
.
Mr.
Crawley
was
very
earnest
,
for
the
good
of
the
nation
and
of
the
Christian
world
,
that
the
old
gentleman
should
yield
him
up
his
place
in
Parliament
;
but
this
the
elder
constantly
refused
to
do
.
Both
were
of
course
too
prudent
to
give
up
the
fifteen
hundred
a
year
which
was
brought
in
by
the
second
seat
(
at
this
period
filled
by
Mr.
Quadroon
,
with
carte-blanche
on
the
Slave
question
)
;
indeed
the
family
estate
was
much
embarrassed
,
and
the
income
drawn
from
the
borough
was
of
great
use
to
the
house
of
Queen’s
Crawley
.
It
had
never
recovered
the
heavy
fine
imposed
upon
Walpole
Crawley
,
first
baronet
,
for
peculation
in
the
Tape
and
Sealing
Wax
Office
.
Sir
Walpole
was
a
jolly
fellow
,
eager
to
seize
and
to
spend
money
(
“
alieni
appetens
,
sui
profusus
,
”
as
Mr.
Crawley
would
remark
with
a
sigh
)
,
and
in
his
day
beloved
by
all
the
county
for
the
constant
drunkenness
and
hospitality
which
was
maintained
at
Queen’s
Crawley
.
The
cellars
were
filled
with
burgundy
then
,
the
kennels
with
hounds
,
and
the
stables
with
gallant
hunters
;
now
,
such
horses
as
Queen’s
Crawley
possessed
went
to
plough
,
or
ran
in
the
Trafalgar
Coach
;
and
it
was
with
a
team
of
these
very
horses
,
on
an
off-day
,
that
Miss
Sharp
was
brought
to
the
Hall
;
for
boor
as
he
was
,
Sir
Pitt
was
a
stickler
for
his
dignity
while
at
home
,
and
seldom
drove
out
but
with
four
horses
,
and
though
he
dined
off
boiled
mutton
,
had
always
three
footmen
to
serve
it
.
If
mere
par
simony
could
have
made
a
man
rich
,
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
might
have
become
very
wealthy
—
if
he
had
been
an
attorney
in
a
country
town
,
with
no
capital
but
his
brains
,
it
is
very
possible
that
he
would
have
turned
them
to
good
account
,
and
might
have
achieved
for
himself
a
very
considerable
influence
and
competency
.
But
he
was
unluckily
endowed
with
a
good
name
and
a
large
though
encumbered
estate
,
both
of
which
went
rather
to
injure
than
to
advance
him
.
He
had
a
taste
for
law
,
which
cost
him
many
thousands
yearly
;
and
being
a
great
deal
too
clever
to
be
robbed
,
as
he
said
,
by
any
single
agent
,
allowed
his
affairs
to
be
mismanaged
by
a
dozen
,
whom
he
all
equally
mistrusted
.
He
was
such
a
sharp
landlord
,
that
he
could
hardly
find
any
but
bankrupt
tenants
;
and
such
a
close
farmer
,
as
to
grudge
almost
the
seed
to
the
ground
,
whereupon
revengeful
Nature
grudged
him
the
crops
which
she
granted
to
more
liberal
husbandmen
.
He
speculated
in
every
possible
way
;
he
worked
mines
;
bought
canal-shares
;
horsed
coaches
;
took
government
contracts
,
and
was
the
busiest
man
and
magistrate
of
his
country
.
As
he
would
not
pay
honest
agents
at
his
granite
quarry
,
he
had
the
satisfaction
of
finding
that
four
overseers
ran
away
,
and
took
fortunes
with
them
to
America
.
For
want
of
proper
precautions
,
his
coal-mines
filled
with
water
;
the
government
flung
his
contract
of
damaged
beef
upon
his
hands
:
and
for
his
coach-horses
,
every
mail
proprietor
in
the
kingdom
knew
that
he
lost
more
horses
than
any
man
in
the
country
,
from
underfeeding
and
buying
cheap
.
In
disposition
he
was
sociable
,
and
far
from
being
proud
;
nay
,
he
rather
preferred
the
society
of
a
farmer
or
a
horse-dealer
to
that
of
a
gentleman
,
like
my
lord
,
his
son
:
he
was
fond
of
drink
,
of
swearing
,
of
joking
with
the
farmers’
daughters
:
he
was
never
known
to
give
away
a
shilling
or
to
do
a
good
action
,
but
was
of
a
pleasant
,
sly
,
laughing
mood
,
and
would
cut
his
joke
and
drink
his
glass
with
a
tenant
and
sell
him
up
the
next
day
;
or
have
his
laugh
with
the
poacher
he
was
transporting
with
equal
good
humour
.
His
politeness
for
the
fair
sex
has
already
been
hinted
at
by
Miss
Rebecca
Sharp
—
in
a
word
,
the
whole
baronetage
,
peerage
,
commonage
of
England
,
did
not
contain
a
more
cunning
,
mean
,
selfish
,
foolish
,
disreputable
old
man
.
That
blood-red
hand
of
Sir
Pitt
Crawley’s
would
be
in
anybody’s
pocket
except
his
own
;
and
it
is
with
grief
and
pain
,
that
,
as
admires
of
the
British
aristocracy
,
we
find
ourselves
obliged
to
admit
the
existence
of
so
many
ill
qualities
in
a
person
whose
name
is
in
Debrett
.
One
great
cause
why
Mr.
Crawley
had
such
a
hold
over
the
affections
of
his
father
,
resulted
from
money
arrangements
.
The
Baronet
owed
his
son
a
sum
of
money
out
of
the
jointure
of
his
mother
,
which
he
did
not
find
it
convenient
to
pay
;
indeed
he
had
an
almost
invincible
repugnance
to
paying
anybody
,
and
could
only
be
brought
by
force
to
discharge
his
debts
.
Miss
Sharp
calculated
(
for
she
became
,
as
we
shall
hear
speedily
,
inducted
into
most
of
the
secrets
of
the
family
)
that
the
mere
payment
of
his
creditors
cost
the
honourable
Baronet
several
hundreds
yearly
;
but
this
was
a
delight
he
could
not
forego
;
he
had
a
savage
pleasure
in
making
the
poor
wretches
wait
,
and
in
shifting
from
court
to
court
and
from
term
to
term
the
period
of
satisfaction
.
What’s
the
good
of
being
in
Parliament
,
he
said
,
if
you
must
pay
your
debts
?
Hence
,
indeed
,
his
position
as
a
senator
was
not
a
little
useful
to
him
.
Vanity
Fair
—
Vanity
Fair
!
Here
was
a
man
,
who
could
not
spell
,
and
did
not
care
to
read
—
who
had
the
habits
and
the
cunning
of
a
boor
:
whose
aim
in
life
was
pettifoggin
who
never
had
a
taste
,
or
emotion
,
or
enjoyment
,
but
what
was
sordid
and
foul
;
and
yet
he
had
rank
,
and
honours
,
and
power
,
somehow
:
and
was
a
dignitary
of
the
land
,
and
a
pillar
of
the
state
.
He
was
high
sheriff
,
and
rode
in
a
golden
coach
.
Great
ministers
and
statesmen
courted
him
;
and
in
Vanity
Fair
he
had
a
higher
place
than
the
most
brilliant
genius
or
spotless
virtue
.
Sir
Pitt
had
an
unmarried
half-sister
who
inherited
her
mother’s
large
fortune
,
and
though
the
Baronet
proposed
to
borrow
this
money
of
her
on
mortgage
,
Miss
Crawley
declined
the
offer
,
and
preferred
the
security
of
the
funds
.
She
had
signified
,
however
,
her
intention
of
leaving
her
inheritance
between
Sir
Pitt’s
second
son
and
the
family
at
the
Rectory
,
and
had
once
or
twice
paid
the
debts
of
Rawdon
Crawley
in
his
career
at
college
and
in
the
army
.
Miss
Crawley
was
,
in
consequence
,
an
object
of
great
respect
when
she
came
to
Queen’s
Crawley
,
for
she
had
a
balance
at
her
banker’s
which
would
have
made
her
beloved
anywhere
.
What
a
dignity
it
gives
an
old
lady
,
that
balance
at
the
banker’s
!
How
tenderly
we
look
at
her
faults
if
she
is
a
relative
(
and
may
every
reader
have
a
score
of
such
)
,
what
a
kind
good-natured
old
creature
we
find
her
!
How
the
junior
partner
of
Hobbs
and
Dobbs
leads
her
smiling
to
the
carriage
with
the
lozenge
upon
it
,
and
the
fat
wheezy
coachman
!
How
,
when
she
comes
to
pay
us
a
visit
,
we
generally
find
an
opportunity
to
let
our
friends
know
her
station
in
the
world
!
We
say
(
and
with
perfect
truth
)
I
wish
I
had
Miss
MacWhirter’s
signature
to
a
cheque
for
five
thousand
pounds
.
She
wouldn’t
miss
it
,
says
your
wife
.
She
is
my
aunt
,
say
you
,
in
an
easy
careless
way
,
when
your
friend
asks
if
Miss
MacWhirter
is
any
relative
.
Your
wife
is
perpetually
sending
her
little
testimonies
of
affection
,
your
little
girls
work
endless
worsted
baskets
,
cushions
,
and
footstools
for
her
.
What
a
good
fire
there
is
in
her
room
when
she
comes
to
pay
you
a
visit
,
although
your
wife
laces
her
stays
without
one
!
The
house
during
her
stay
assumes
a
festive
,
neat
,
warm
,
jovial
,
snug
appearance
not
visible
at
other
seasons
.
You
yourself
,
dear
sir
,
forget
to
go
to
sleep
after
dinner
,
and
find
yourself
all
of
a
sudden
(
though
you
invariably
lose
)
very
fond
of
a
rubber
.
What
good
dinners
you
have
—
game
every
day
,
Malmsey-Madeira
,
and
no
end
of
fish
from
London
.
Even
the
servants
in
the
kitchen
share
in
the
general
prosperity
;
and
,
somehow
,
during
the
stay
of
Miss
MacWhirter’s
fat
coachman
,
the
beer
is
grown
much
stronger
,
and
the
consumption
of
tea
and
sugar
in
the
nursery
(
where
her
maid
takes
her
meals
)
is
not
regarded
in
the
least
.
Is
it
so
,
or
is
it
not
so
?
I
appeal
to
the
middle
classes
.
Ah
,
gracious
powers
!
I
wish
you
would
send
me
an
old
aunt
—
a
maiden
aunt
—
an
aunt
with
a
lozenge
on
her
carriage
,
and
a
front
of
light
coffee-coloured
hair
—
how
my
children
should
work
workbags
for
her
,
and
my
Julia
and
I
would
make
her
comfortable
!
Sweet
—
sweet
vision
!
Foolish
—
foolish
dream
!
X
.
Miss
Sharp
Begins
to
Make
Friends
AND
now
,
being
received
as
a
member
of
the
amiable
family
whose
portraits
we
have
sketched
in
the
foregoing
pages
,
it
became
naturally
Rebecca’s
duty
to
make
herself
,
as
she
said
,
agreeable
to
her
benefactors
,
and
to
gain
their
confidence
to
the
utmost
of
her
power
.
Who
can
but
admire
this
quality
of
gratitude
in
an
unprotected
orphan
;
and
,
if
there
entered
some
degree
of
selfishness
into
her
calculations
,
who
can
say
but
that
her
prudence
was
perfectly
justifiable
!
“
I
am
alone
in
the
world
,
”
said
the
friendless
girl
.
“
I
have
nothing
to
look
for
but
what
my
own
labour
can
bring
me
;
and
while
that
little
pink-faced
chit
Amelia
,
with
not
half
my
sense
,
has
ten
thousand
pounds
and
an
establishment
secure
,
poor
Rebecca
(
and
my
figure
is
far
better
than
hers
)
has
only
herself
and
her
own
wits
to
trust
to
.
Well
,
let
us
see
if
my
wits
cannot
provide
me
with
an
honourable
maintenance
,
and
if
some
day
or
the
other
I
cannot
show
Miss
Amelia
my
real
superiority
over
her
.
Not
that
I
dislike
poor
Amelia
:
who
can
dislike
such
a
harmless
,
good-natured
creature
?
—
only
it
will
be
a
fine
day
when
I
can
take
my
place
above
her
in
the
world
,
as
why
,
indeed
,
should
I
not
?
”
Thus
it
was
that
our
little
romantic
friend
formed
visions
of
the
future
for
herself
,
—
nor
must
we
be
scandalised
that
,
in
all
her
castles
in
the
air
,
a
husband
was
the
principal
inhabitant
.
Of
what
else
have
young
ladies
to
think
,
but
husbands
?
Of
what
else
do
their
dear
mammas
think
?
“
I
must
be
my
own
mamma
,
”
said
Rebecca
;
not
without
a
tingling
consciousness
of
defeat
,
as
she
thought
over
her
little
misadventure
with
Jos
Sedley
.
So
she
wisely
determined
to
render
her
position
with
the
Queen’s
Crawley
family
comfortable
and
secure
,
and
to
this
end
resolved
to
make
friends
of
every
one
around
her
who
could
at
all
interfere
with
her
comfort
.
As
my
Lady
Crawley
was
not
one
of
these
personages
,
and
a
woman
,
moreover
,
so
indolent
and
void
of
character
as
not
to
be
of
the
least
consequence
in
her
own
house
,
Rebecca
soon
found
that
it
was
not
at
all
necessary
to
cultivate
her
good
will
—
indeed
,
impossible
to
gain
it
.
She
used
to
talk
to
her
pupils
about
their
“
poor
mamma
;
”
and
,
though
she
treated
that
lady
with
every
demonstration
of
cool
respect
,
it
was
to
the
rest
of
the
family
that
she
wisely
directed
the
chief
part
of
her
attentions
.
With
the
young
people
,
whose
applause
she
thoroughly
gained
,
her
method
was
pretty
simple
.
She
did
not
pester
their
young
brains
with
too
much
learning
,
but
,
on
the
contrary
,
let
them
have
their
own
way
in
regard
to
educating
themselves
;
for
what
instruction
is
more
effectual
than
self-instruction
?
The
eldest
was
rather
fond
of
books
,
and
as
there
was
in
the
old
library
at
Queens
Crawley
a
considerable
provision
of
works
of
light
literature
of
the
last
century
,
both
in
the
French
and
English
languages
(
they
had
been
purchased
by
the
Secretary
of
the
Tape
and
Sealing
Wax
Office
at
the
period
of
his
disgrace
)
,
and
as
nobody
ever
troubled
the
bookshelves
but
herself
,
Rebecca
was
enabled
agreeably
,
and
,
as
it
were
,
in
playing
,
to
impart
a
great
deal
of
instruction
to
Miss
Rose
Crawley
.
She
and
Miss
Rose
thus
read
together
many
delightful
French
and
English
works
,
among
which
may
be
mentioned
those
of
the
learned
Dr.
Smollett
,
of
the
ingenious
Mr.
Henry
Fielding
,
of
the
graceful
and
fantastic
Monsieur
Crèbillon
the
younger
,
whom
our
immortal
poet
Gray
so
much
admired
,
and
of
the
universal
Monsieur
de
Voltaire
.
Once
,
when
Mr.
Crawley
asked
what
the
young
people
were
reading
,
the
governess
replied
“
Smollett
.
”
“
Oh
,
Smollett
,
”
said
Mr.
Crawley
,
quite
satisfied
.
“
His
history
is
more
dull
,
but
by
no
means
so
dangerous
as
that
of
Mr.
Hume
.
It
is
history
you
are
reading
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
said
Miss
Rose
;
without
,
however
,
adding
that
it
was
the
history
of
Mr.
Humphrey
Clinker
.
On
another
occasion
he
was
rather
scandalised
at
finding
his
sister
with
a
book
of
French
plays
;
but
as
the
governess
remarked
that
it
was
for
the
purpose
of
acquiring
the
French
idiom
in
conversation
,
he
was
fain
to
be
content
.
Mr.
Crawley
,
as
a
diplomatist
,
was
exceedingly
proud
of
his
own
skill
in
speaking
the
French
language
(
for
he
was
of
the
world
still
)
,
and
not
a
little
pleased
with
the
compliments
which
the
governess
continually
paid
him
upon
his
proficiency
.
Miss
Violet’s
tastes
were
,
on
the
contrary
,
more
rude
and
boisterous
than
those
of
her
sister
.
She
knew
the
sequestered
spots
where
the
hens
laid
their
eggs
.
She
could
climb
a
tree
to
rob
the
nests
of
the
feathered
songsters
of
their
speckled
spoils
.
And
her
pleasure
was
to
ride
the
young
colts
,
and
to
scour
the
plains
like
Camilla
.
She
was
the
favourite
of
her
father
and
of
the
stable-men
.
She
was
the
darling
,
and
withal
the
terror
of
the
cook
;
for
she
discovered
the
haunt
of
the
jam-pots
and
would
attack
them
when
they
were
within
her
reach
.
She
and
her
sister
were
engaged
in
constant
battles
.
Any
of
which
peccadilloes
,
if
Miss
Sharp
discovered
,
she
did
not
tell
them
to
Lady
Crawley
,
who
would
have
told
them
to
the
father
,
or
worse
,
to
Mr.
Crawley
;
but
promised
not
to
tell
if
Miss
Violet
would
be
a
good
girl
and
love
her
governess
.
With
Mr.
Crawley
Miss
Sharp
was
respectful
and
obedient
.
She
used
to
consult
him
on
passages
of
French
which
she
could
not
understand
,
though
her
mother
was
a
Frenchwoman
,
and
which
he
would
construe
to
her
satisfaction
:
and
,
besides
giving
her
his
aid
in
profane
literature
,
he
was
kind
enough
to
select
for
her
books
of
a
more
serious
tendency
,
and
address
to
her
much
of
his
conversation
.
She
admired
,
beyond
measure
,
his
speech
at
the
Quashimaboo-Aid
Society
;
took
an
interest
in
his
pamphlet
on
malt
;
was
often
affected
,
even
to
tears
,
by
his
discourses
of
an
evening
,
and
would
say
—
“
Oh
,
thank
you
,
sir
,
”
with
a
sigh
,
and
a
look
up
to
heaven
,
that
made
him
occasionally
condescend
to
shake
hands
with
her
.
“
Blood
is
everything
,
after
all
,
”
would
that
aristocratic
religionist
say
.
“
How
Miss
Sharp
is
awakened
by
my
words
,
when
not
one
of
the
people
here
is
touched
.
I
am
too
fine
for
them
—
too
delicate
.
I
must
familiarise
my
style
—
but
she
understands
it
.
Her
mother
was
a
Montmorency
.
”
Indeed
it
was
from
this
famous
family
,
as
it
appears
,
that
Miss
Sharp
,
by
the
mother’s
side
,
was
descended
.
Of
course
she
did
not
say
that
her
mother
had
been
on
the
stage
;
it
would
have
shocked
Mr.
Crawley’s
religious
scruples
.
How
many
noble
émigrées
had
this
horrid
revolution
plunged
in
poverty
!
She
had
several
stories
about
her
ancestors
ere
she
had
been
many
months
in
the
house
;
some
of
which
Mr.
Crawley
happened
to
find
in
D’Hozier’s
dictionary
,
which
was
in
the
library
,
and
which
strengthened
his
belief
in
their
truth
,
and
in
the
high-breeding
of
Rebecca
.
Are
we
to
suppose
from
this
curiosity
and
prying
into
dictionaries
,
could
our
heroine
suppose
,
that
Mr.
Crawley
was
interested
in
her
?
—
no
,
only
in
a
friendly
way
.
Have
we
not
stated
that
he
was
attached
to
Lady
Jane
Sheepshanks
?
He
took
Rebecca
to
task
once
or
twice
about
the
propriety
of
playing
at
backgammon
with
Sir
Pitt
,
saying
that
it
was
a
godless
amusement
,
and
that
she
would
be
much
better
engaged
in
reading
“
Thrump’s
Legacy
,
”
or
“
The
Blind
Washerwoman
of
Moorfields
,
”
or
any
work
of
a
more
serious
nature
;
but
Miss
Sharp
said
her
dear
mother
used
often
to
play
the
same
game
with
the
old
Count
de
Trictrac
and
the
venerable
Abbè
du
Cornet
,
and
so
found
an
excuse
for
this
and
other
worldly
amusements
.
But
it
was
not
only
by
playing
at
backgammon
with
the
Baronet
,
that
the
little
governess
rendered
herself
agreeable
to
her
employer
.
She
found
many
different
ways
of
being
useful
to
him
.
She
read
over
,
with
indefatigable
patience
,
all
those
law
papers
,
with
which
,
before
she
came
to
Queen’s
Crawley
,
he
had
promised
to
entertain
her
.
She
volunteered
to
copy
many
of
his
letters
,
and
adroitly
altered
the
spelling
of
them
so
as
to
suit
the
usages
of
the
present
day
.
She
became
interested
in
everything
appertaining
to
the
estate
,
to
the
farm
,
the
park
,
the
garden
,
and
the
stables
;
and
so
delightful
a
companion
was
she
,
that
the
Baronet
would
seldom
take
his
after-breakfast
walk
without
her
(
and
the
children
of
course
)
,
when
she
would
give
her
advice
as
to
the
trees
which
were
to
be
lopped
in
the
shrubberies
,
the
garden-beds
to
be
dug
,
the
crops
which
were
to
be
cut
,
the
horses
which
were
to
go
to
cart
or
plough
.
Before
she
had
been
a
year
at
Queen’s
Crawley
she
had
quite
won
the
Baronet’s
confidence
;
and
the
conversation
at
the
dinner-table
,
which
before
used
to
be
held
between
him
and
Mr.
Horrocks
the
butler
,
was
now
almost
exclusively
between
Sir
Pitt
and
Miss
Sharp
.
She
was
almost
mistress
of
the
house
when
Mr.
Crawley
was
absent
,
but
conducted
herself
in
her
new
and
exalted
situation
with
such
circumspection
and
modesty
as
not
to
offend
the
authorities
of
the
kitchen
and
stable
,
among
whom
her
behaviour
was
always
exceedingly
modest
and
affable
.
She
was
quite
a
different
person
from
the
haughty
,
shy
,
dissatisfied
little
girl
whom
we
have
known
previously
,
and
this
change
of
temper
proved
great
prudence
,
a
sincere
desire
of
amendment
,
or
at
any
rate
great
moral
courage
on
her
part
.
Whether
it
was
the
heart
which
dictated
this
new
system
of
complaisance
and
humility
adopted
by
our
Rebecca
,
is
to
be
proved
by
her
after-history
.
A
system
of
hypocrisy
,
which
lasts
through
whole
years
,
is
one
seldom
satisfactorily
practised
by
a
person
of
one-and-twenty
;
however
,
our
readers
will
recollect
,
that
,
though
young
in
years
,
our
heroine
was
old
in
life
and
experience
,
and
we
have
written
to
no
purpose
if
they
have
not
discovered
that
she
was
a
very
clever
woman
.
The
elder
and
younger
son
of
the
house
of
Crawley
were
,
like
the
gentleman
and
lady
in
the
weather-box
,
never
at
home
together
—
they
hated
each
other
cordially
:
indeed
,
Rawdon
Crawley
,
the
dragoon
,
had
a
great
contempt
for
the
establishment
altogether
,
and
seldom
come
thither
except
when
his
aunt
paid
her
annual
visit
.
The
great
good
quality
of
this
old
lady
has
been
mentioned
.
She
possessed
seventy
thousand
pounds
,
and
had
almost
adopted
Rawdon
.
She
disliked
her
elder
nephew
exceedingly
,
and
despised
him
as
a
milksop
.
In
return
he
did
not
hesitate
to
state
that
her
soul
was
irretrievably
lost
,
and
was
of
opinion
that
his
brother’s
chance
in
the
next
world
was
not
a
whit
better
.
“
She
is
a
godless
woman
of
the
world
,
”
would
Mr.
Crawley
say
;
“
she
lives
with
atheists
and
Frenchmen
.
My
mind
shudders
when
I
think
of
her
awful
,
awful
situation
,
and
that
,
near
as
she
is
to
the
grave
,
she
should
be
so
given
up
to
vanity
,
licentiousness
,
profaneness
,
and
folly
.
”
In
fact
,
the
old
lady
declined
altogether
to
hear
his
hour’s
lecture
of
an
evening
