ina
victory
on
their
part
,
should
ensue
,
elating
them
in
their
turn
,
and
leaving
its
cursed
legacy
of
hatred
and
rage
behind
to
us
,
there
is
no
end
to
the
so-called
glory
and
shame
,
and
to
the
alterations
of
successful
and
unsuccessful
murder
,
in
which
two
high-spirited
nations
might
engage
.
Centuries
hence
,
we
Frenchmen
and
Englishmen
might
be
boasting
and
killing
each
other
still
,
carrying
out
bravely
the
Devil’s
code
of
honour
.
All
our
friends
took
their
share
and
fought
like
men
in
the
great
field
.
All
day
long
,
whilst
the
women
were
praying
ten
miles
away
,
the
lines
of
the
dauntless
English
infantry
were
receiving
and
repelling
the
furious
charges
of
the
French
horsemen
.
Guns
which
were
heard
at
Brussels
were
ploughing
up
their
ranks
,
and
comrades
falling
,
and
the
resolute
survivors
closing
in
.
Toward
evening
,
the
attack
of
the
French
,
repeated
and
resisted
so
bravely
,
slackened
in
its
fury
.
They
had
other
foes
besides
the
British
to
engage
,
or
were
preparing
for
a
final
onset
.
It
came
at
last
;
the
columns
of
the
Imperial
Guard
marched
up
the
hill
of
Saint
Jean
,
at
length
and
at
once
to
sweep
the
English
from
the
height
which
they
had
maintained
all
day
,
and
spite
of
all
:
unscared
by
the
thunder
of
the
artillery
,
which
hurled
death
from
the
English
line
—
the
dark
rolling
column
pressed
on
and
up
the
hill
.
It
seemed
almost
to
crest
the
eminence
,
when
it
began
to
wave
and
falter
.
Then
it
stopped
,
still
facing
the
shot
.
Then
at
last
the
English
troops
rushed
from
the
post
from
which
no
enemy
had
been
able
to
dislodge
them
,
and
the
Guard
turned
and
fled
.
No
more
firing
was
heard
at
Brussels
—
the
pursuit
rolled
miles
away
.
Darkness
came
down
on
the
field
and
city
:
and
Amelia
was
praying
for
George
,
who
was
lying
on
his
face
,
dead
,
with
a
bullet
through
his
heart
.
XXXIII
.
In
Which
Miss
Crawley’s
Relations
Are
Very
Anxious
about
Her
THE
KIND
reader
must
please
to
remember
—
while
the
army
is
marching
from
Flanders
,
and
,
after
its
heroic
actions
there
,
is
advancing
to
take
the
fortifications
on
the
frontiers
of
France
,
previous
to
an
occupation
of
that
country
,
—
that
there
are
a
number
of
persons
living
peaceably
in
England
who
have
to
do
with
the
history
at
present
in
hand
,
and
must
come
in
for
their
share
of
the
chronicle
.
During
the
time
of
these
battles
and
dangers
,
old
Miss
Crawley
was
living
at
Brighton
,
very
moderately
moved
by
the
great
events
going
on
.
The
great
events
rendered
the
newspapers
rather
interesting
,
to
be
sure
,
and
Briggs
read
out
the
Gazette
,
in
which
Rawdon
Crawley’s
gallantry
was
mentioned
with
honour
,
and
his
promotion
was
presently
recorded
.
“
What
a
pity
that
young
man
has
taken
such
an
irretrievable
step
in
the
world
!
”
his
aunt
said
;
“
with
his
rank
and
distinction
he
might
have
married
a
brewer’s
daughter
with
a
quarter
of
a
million
—
like
Miss
Grains
;
or
have
looked
to
ally
himself
with
the
best
families
in
England
.
He
would
have
had
my
money
some
day
or
other
;
or
his
children
would
—
for
I’m
not
in
a
hurry
to
go
,
Miss
Briggs
,
although
you
may
be
in
a
hurry
to
be
rid
of
me
;
and
instead
of
that
,
he
is
a
doomed
pauper
,
with
a
dancing-girl
for
a
wife
.
”
“
Will
my
dear
Miss
Crawley
not
cast
an
eye
of
compassion
upon
the
heroic
soldier
,
whose
name
is
inscribed
in
the
annals
of
his
country’s
glory
?
”
said
Miss
Briggs
,
who
was
greatly
excited
by
the
Waterloo
proceedings
,
and
loved
speaking
romantically
when
there
was
an
occasion
.
“
Has
not
the
Captain
—
or
the
Colonel
as
I
may
now
style
him
—
done
deeds
which
make
the
name
of
Crawley
illustrious
?
”
“
Briggs
,
you
are
a
fool
,
”
said
Miss
Crawley
:
“
Colonel
Crawley
has
dragged
the
name
of
Crawley
through
the
mud
,
Miss
Briggs
.
Marry
a
drawing-master’s
daughter
,
indeed
!
—
marry
a
dame
de
compagnie
—
for
she
was
no
better
,
Briggs
;
no
,
she
was
just
what
you
are
—
only
younger
,
and
a
great
deal
prettier
and
cleverer
.
Were
you
an
accomplice
of
that
abandoned
wretch
,
I
wonder
,
of
whose
vile
arts
he
became
a
victim
,
and
of
whom
you
used
to
be
such
an
admirer
?
Yes
,
I
daresay
you
were
an
accomplice
.
But
you
will
find
yourself
disappointed
in
my
will
,
I
can
tell
you
:
and
you
will
have
the
goodness
to
write
to
Mr.
Waxy
,
and
say
that
I
desire
to
see
him
immediately
.
”
Miss
Crawley
was
now
in
the
habit
of
writing
to
Mr.
Waxy
her
solicitor
almost
every
day
in
the
week
,
for
her
arrangements
respecting
her
property
were
all
revoked
,
and
her
perplexity
was
great
as
to
the
future
disposition
of
her
money
.
The
spinster
had
,
however
,
rallied
considerably
;
as
was
proved
by
the
increased
vigour
and
frequency
of
her
sarcasms
upon
Miss
Briggs
,
all
which
attacks
the
poor
companion
bore
with
meekness
,
with
cowardice
,
with
a
resignation
that
was
half
generous
and
half
hypocritical
—
with
the
slavish
submission
,
in
a
word
,
that
women
of
her
disposition
and
station
are
compelled
to
show
.
Who
has
not
seen
how
women
bully
women
?
What
tortures
have
men
to
endure
,
comparable
to
those
daily
repeated
shafts
of
scorn
and
cruelty
with
which
poor
women
are
riddled
by
the
tyrants
of
their
sex
?
Poor
victims
!
But
we
are
starting
from
our
proposition
,
which
is
,
that
Miss
Crawley
was
always
particularly
annoying
and
savage
when
she
was
rallying
from
illness
—
as
they
say
wounds
tingle
most
when
they
are
about
to
heal
.
While
thus
approaching
,
as
all
hoped
,
to
convalescence
,
Miss
Briggs
was
the
only
victim
admitted
into
the
presence
of
the
invalid
;
yet
Miss
Crawley’s
relatives
afar
off
did
not
forget
their
beloved
kinswoman
,
and
by
a
number
of
tokens
,
presents
,
and
kind
affectionate
messages
,
strove
to
keep
themselves
alive
in
her
recollection
.
In
the
first
place
,
let
us
mention
her
nephew
,
Rawdon
Crawley
.
A
few
weeks
after
the
famous
fight
of
Waterloo
,
and
after
the
Gazette
had
made
known
to
her
the
promotion
and
gallantry
of
that
distinguished
officer
,
the
Dieppe
packet
brought
over
to
Miss
Crawley
at
Brighton
,
a
box
containing
presents
,
and
a
dutiful
letter
,
from
the
Colonel
her
nephew
.
In
the
box
were
a
pair
of
French
epaulets
,
a
Cross
of
the
Legion
of
Honour
,
and
the
hilt
of
a
sword
—
relics
from
the
field
of
battle
:
and
the
letter
described
with
a
good
deal
of
humour
how
the
latter
belonged
to
a
commanding-officer
of
the
Guard
,
who
having
sworn
that
“
the
Guard
died
,
but
never
surrendered
,
”
was
taken
prisoner
the
next
minute
by
a
private
soldier
,
who
broke
the
Frenchman’s
sword
with
the
butt
of
his
musket
,
when
Rawdon
made
himself
master
of
the
shattered
weapon
.
As
for
the
cross
and
epaulets
,
they
came
from
a
Colonel
of
French
cavalry
,
who
had
fallen
under
the
aide-de-camp’s
arm
in
the
battle
:
and
Rawdon
Crawley
did
not
know
what
better
to
do
with
the
spoils
than
to
send
them
to
his
kindest
and
most
affectionate
old
friend
.
Should
he
continue
to
write
to
her
from
Paris
,
whither
the
army
was
marching
?
He
might
be
able
to
give
her
interesting
news
from
that
capital
,
and
of
some
of
Miss
Crawley’s
old
friends
of
the
emigration
,
to
whom
she
had
shown
so
much
kindness
during
their
distress
.
The
spinster
caused
Briggs
to
write
back
to
the
Colonel
a
gracious
and
complimentary
letter
,
encouraging
him
to
continue
his
correspondence
.
His
first
letter
was
so
excessively
lively
and
amusing
that
she
should
look
with
pleasure
for
its
successors
.
—
“
Of
course
,
I
know
,
”
she
explained
to
Miss
Briggs
,
“
that
Rawdon
could
not
write
such
a
good
letter
any
more
than
you
could
,
my
poor
Briggs
,
and
that
it
is
that
clever
little
wretch
of
a
Rebecca
,
who
dictates
every
word
to
him
;
but
that
is
no
reason
why
my
nephew
should
not
amuse
me
;
and
so
I
wish
to
let
him
understand
that
I
am
in
high
good-humour
.
”
I
wonder
whether
she
knew
that
it
was
not
only
Becky
who
wrote
the
letters
,
but
that
Mrs.
Rawdon
actually
took
and
sent
home
the
trophies
—
which
she
bought
for
a
few
francs
,
from
one
of
the
innumerable
pedlars
who
immediately
began
to
deal
in
relics
of
the
war
.
The
novelist
,
who
knows
everything
,
knows
this
also
.
Be
this
,
however
,
as
it
may
,
Miss
Crawley’s
gracious
reply
greatly
encouraged
our
young
friends
,
Rawdon
and
his
lady
,
who
hoped
for
the
best
from
their
aunt’s
evidently
pacified
humour
:
and
they
took
care
to
entertain
her
with
many
delightful
letters
from
Paris
,
whither
,
as
Rawdon
said
,
they
had
the
good
luck
to
go
in
the
track
of
the
conquering
army
.
To
the
rector’s
lady
,
who
went
off
to
tend
her
husband’s
broken
collar-bone
at
the
Rectory
at
Queen’s
Crawley
,
the
spinster’s
communications
were
by
no
means
so
gracious
.
Mrs.
Bute
,
that
brisk
,
managing
,
lively
,
imperious
woman
,
had
committed
the
most
fatal
of
all
errors
with
regard
to
her
sister-in-law
.
She
had
not
merely
oppressed
her
and
her
household
—
she
had
bored
Miss
Crawley
;
and
if
poor
Miss
Briggs
had
been
a
woman
of
any
spirit
,
she
might
have
been
made
happy
by
the
commission
which
her
principal
gave
her
to
write
a
letter
to
Mrs.
Bute
Crawley
,
saying
that
Miss
Crawley’s
health
was
greatly
improved
since
Mrs.
Bute
had
left
her
,
and
begging
the
latter
on
no
account
to
put
herself
to
trouble
,
or
quit
her
family
for
Miss
Crawley’s
sake
.
This
triumph
over
a
lady
who
had
been
very
haughty
and
cruel
in
her
behaviour
to
Miss
Briggs
,
would
have
rejoiced
most
women
;
but
the
truth
is
,
Briggs
was
a
woman
of
no
spirit
at
all
,
and
the
moment
her
enemy
was
discomfited
,
she
began
to
feel
compassion
in
her
favour
.
“
How
silly
I
was
,
”
Mrs.
Bute
thought
,
and
with
reason
,
“
ever
to
hint
that
I
was
coming
,
as
I
did
,
in
that
foolish
letter
when
we
sent
Miss
Crawley
the
guinea-fowls
.
I
ought
to
have
gone
without
a
word
to
the
poor
dear
doting
old
creature
,
and
taken
her
out
of
the
hands
of
that
ninny
Briggs
,
and
that
harpy
of
a
femme
de
chambre
.
Oh
!
Bute
,
Bute
,
why
did
you
break
your
collar-bone
?
”
Why
,
indeed
?
We
have
seen
how
Mrs.
Bute
,
having
the
game
in
her
hands
,
had
really
played
her
cards
too
well
.
She
had
ruled
over
Miss
Crawley’s
household
utterly
and
completely
,
to
be
utterly
and
completely
routed
when
a
favourable
opportunity
for
rebellion
came
.
She
and
her
household
,
however
,
considered
that
she
had
been
the
victim
of
horrible
selfishness
and
treason
,
and
that
her
sacrifices
in
Miss
Crawley’s
behalf
had
met
with
the
most
savage
ingratitude
.
Rawdon’s
promotion
,
and
the
honourable
mention
made
of
his
name
in
the
Gazette
,
filled
the
good
Christian
lady
also
with
alarm
.
Would
his
aunt
relent
towards
him
now
that
he
was
a
Lieutenant-Colonel
and
a
C.B.
?
and
would
that
odious
Rebecca
once
more
get
into
favour
?
The
Rector’s
wife
wrote
a
sermon
for
her
husband
about
the
vanity
of
military
glory
and
the
prosperity
of
the
wicked
,
which
the
worthy
parson
read
in
his
best
voice
and
without
understanding
one
syllable
of
it
.
He
had
Pitt
Crawley
for
one
of
his
auditors
—
Pitt
,
who
had
come
with
his
two
half-sisters
to
church
,
which
the
old
Baronet
could
now
by
no
means
be
brought
to
frequent
.
Since
the
departure
of
Becky
Sharp
,
that
old
wretch
had
given
himself
up
entirely
to
his
bad
courses
,
to
the
great
scandal
of
the
county
and
the
mute
horror
of
his
son
.
The
ribbons
in
Miss
Horrock’s
cap
became
more
splendid
than
ever
.
The
polite
families
fled
the
hall
and
its
owner
in
terror
.
Sir
Pitt
went
about
tippling
at
his
tenants’
houses
;
and
drank
rum-and-water
with
the
farmers
at
Mudbury
and
the
neighbouring
places
on
market-days
.
He
drove
the
family
coach-and-four
to
Southampton
with
Miss
Horrocks
inside
;
and
the
county
people
expected
every
week
,
as
his
son
did
in
speechless
agony
,
that
his
marriage
with
her
would
be
announced
in
the
provincial
paper
.
It
was
indeed
a
rude
burthen
for
Mr.
Crawley
to
bear
.
His
eloquence
was
palsied
at
the
missionary
meetings
,
and
other
religious
assemblies
in
the
neighbourhood
,
where
he
had
been
in
the
habit
of
presiding
,
and
of
speaking
for
hours
;
for
he
felt
,
when
he
rose
,
that
the
audience
said
,
“
That
is
the
son
of
the
old
reprobate
Sir
Pitt
,
who
is
very
likely
drinking
at
the
public-houses
at
this
very
moment
.
”
And
once
when
he
was
speaking
of
the
benighted
condition
of
the
king
of
Timbuctoo
,
and
the
number
of
his
wives
who
were
likewise
in
darkness
,
some
gipsy
miscreant
from
the
crowd
asked
,
“
How
many
is
there
at
Queen’s
Crawley
,
Young
Squaretoes
?
”
to
the
surprise
of
the
platform
,
and
the
ruin
of
Mr.
Pitt’s
speech
.
And
the
two
daughters
of
the
house
of
Queen’s
Crawley
would
have
been
allowed
to
run
utterly
wild
(
for
Sir
Pitt
swore
that
no
governess
should
ever
enter
into
his
doors
again
)
,
had
not
Mr.
Crawley
,
by
threatening
the
old
gentleman
,
forced
the
latter
to
send
them
to
school
.
Meanwhile
,
as
we
have
said
,
whatever
individual
differences
there
might
be
between
them
all
,
Miss
Crawley’s
dear
nephews
and
nieces
were
unanimous
in
loving
her
and
sending
her
tokens
of
affection
.
Thus
Mrs.
Bute
sent
guinea-fowls
,
and
some
remarkably
fine
cauliflowers
,
and
a
pretty
purse
or
pincushion
worked
by
her
darling
girls
,
who
begged
to
keep
a
little
place
in
the
recollection
of
their
dear
aunt
,
while
Mr.
Pitt
sent
peaches
and
grapes
and
venison
from
the
Hall
.
The
Southampton
coach
used
to
carry
those
tokens
of
affection
to
Miss
Crawley
at
Brighton
:
it
used
sometimes
to
convey
Mr.
Pitt
thither
too
:
for
his
differences
with
Sir
Pitt
caused
Mr.
Crawley
to
absent
himself
a
good
deal
from
home
now
:
and
besides
,
he
had
an
attraction
at
Brighton
in
the
person
of
the
Lady
Jane
Sheepshanks
,
whose
engagement
to
Mr.
Crawley
has
been
formerly
mentioned
in
this
history
.
Her
Ladyship
and
her
sisters
lived
at
Brighton
with
their
mamma
,
the
Countess
Southdown
,
that
strong-minded
woman
so
favourably
known
in
the
serious
world
.
A
few
words
ought
to
be
said
regarding
her
Ladyship
and
her
noble
family
,
who
are
bound
by
ties
of
present
and
future
relationship
to
the
house
of
Crawley
.
Respecting
the
chief
of
the
Southdown
family
,
Clement
William
,
fourth
Earl
of
Southdown
,
little
need
be
told
,
except
that
his
Lordship
came
into
Parliament
(
as
Lord
Wolsey
)
under
the
auspices
of
Mr.
Wilberforce
,
and
for
a
time
was
a
credit
to
his
political
sponsor
,
and
decidedly
a
serious
young
man
.
But
words
cannot
describe
the
feelings
of
his
admirable
mother
,
when
she
learned
,
very
shortly
after
her
noble
husband’s
demise
,
that
her
son
was
a
member
of
several
worldly
clubs
,
had
lost
largely
at
play
at
Wattier’s
and
the
Cocoa
Tree
;
that
he
had
raised
money
on
post-obits
,
and
encumbered
the
family
estate
;
that
he
drove
four-in-hand
,
and
patronised
the
ring
;
and
that
he
actually
had
an
opera-box
,
where
he
entertained
the
most
dangerous
bachelor
company
.
His
name
was
only
mentioned
with
groans
in
the
dowager’s
circle
.
The
Lady
Emily
was
her
brother’s
senior
by
many
years
;
and
took
considerable
rank
in
the
serious
world
as
author
of
some
of
the
delightful
tracts
before
mentioned
,
and
of
many
hymns
and
spiritual
pieces
.
A
mature
spinster
,
and
having
but
faint
ideas
of
marriage
,
her
love
for
the
blacks
occupied
almost
all
her
feelings
.
It
is
to
her
,
I
believe
,
we
owe
that
beautiful
poem
—
“
Lead
us
to
some
sunny
isle
,
Yonder
in
the
western
deep
;
Where
the
skies
for
ever
smile
,
And
the
blacks
for
ever
weep
,
”
etc.
She
had
correspondence
with
clerical
gentlemen
in
most
of
our
East
and
West
India
possessions
;
and
was
secretly
attached
to
the
Reverend
Silas
Hornblower
,
who
was
tattoed
in
the
South
Sea
Islands
.
As
for
the
Lady
Jane
,
on
whom
,
as
it
has
been
said
,
Mr.
Pitt
Crawley’s
affection
had
been
placed
,
she
was
gentle
,
blushing
,
silent
,
and
timid
.
In
spite
of
his
falling
away
,
she
wept
for
her
brother
,
and
was
quite
ashamed
of
loving
him
still
.
Even
yet
she
used
to
send
him
little
hurried
smuggled
notes
,
and
pop
them
into
the
post
in
private
.
The
one
dreadful
secret
which
weighed
upon
her
life
was
,
that
she
and
the
old
housekeeper
had
been
to
pay
Southdown
a
furtive
visit
at
his
chambers
in
the
Albany
;
and
found
him
—
O
the
naughty
dear
abandoned
wretch
!
—
smoking
a
cigar
with
a
bottle
of
Curacoa
before
him
.
She
admired
her
sister
,
she
adored
her
mother
,
she
thought
Mr.
Crawley
the
most
delightful
and
accomplished
of
men
,
after
Southdown
,
that
fallen
angel
:
and
her
mamma
and
sister
,
who
were
ladies
of
the
most
superior
sort
,
managed
everything
for
her
,
and
regarded
her
with
that
amiable
pity
,
of
which
your
really
superior
woman
always
has
such
a
share
to
give
away
.
Her
mamma
ordered
her
dresses
,
her
books
,
her
bonnets
,
and
her
ideas
for
her
.
She
was
made
to
take
pony-riding
,
or
piano-exercise
,
or
any
other
sort
of
bodily
medicament
,
according
as
my
Lary
Southdown
saw
meet
;
and
her
ladyship
would
have
kept
her
daughter
in
pinafores
up
to
her
present
age
of
six-and-twenty
,
but
that
they
were
thrown
off
when
Lady
Jane
was
presented
to
Queen
Charlotte
.
When
these
ladies
first
came
to
their
house
at
Brighton
,
it
was
to
them
alone
that
Mr.
Crawley
paid
his
personal
visits
,
contenting
himself
by
leaving
a
card
at
his
aunt’s
house
,
and
making
a
modest
inquiry
of
Mr.
Bowls
or
his
assistant
footman
,
with
respect
to
the
health
of
the
invalid
.
When
he
met
Miss
Briggs
coming
home
from
the
library
with
a
cargo
of
novels
under
her
arm
,
Mr.
Crawley’s
blushed
in
a
manner
quite
unusual
to
him
,
as
he
stepped
forward
and
shook
Miss
Crawley’s
companion
by
the
hand
.
He
introduced
Miss
Briggs
to
the
lady
with
whom
he
happened
to
be
walking
,
the
Lady
Jane
Sheepshanks
,
saying
,
“
Lady
Jane
,
permit
me
to
introduce
to
you
my
aunt’s
kindest
friend
and
most
affectionate
companion
,
Miss
Briggs
,
whom
you
know
under
another
title
,
as
authoress
of
the
delightful
‘Lyrics
of
the
Heart
,
’
of
which
you
are
so
fond
.
”
Lady
Jane
blushed
too
as
she
held
out
a
kind
little
hand
to
Miss
Briggs
and
said
something
very
civil
and
incoherent
about
mamma
,
and
proposing
to
call
on
Miss
Crawley
,
and
being
glad
to
be
made
known
to
the
friends
and
relatives
of
Mr.
Crawley
;
and
with
soft
dove-like
eyes
saluted
Miss
Briggs
as
they
separated
,
while
Pitt
Crawley
treated
her
to
a
profound
courtly
bow
,
such
as
he
had
used
to
H.H.
the
Duchess
of
Pumpernickel
,
when
he
was
attaché
at
that
court
.
The
artful
diplomatist
and
disciple
of
the
Machiavellian
Binkie
!
It
was
he
who
had
given
Lady
Jane
that
copy
of
poor
Briggs’s
early
poems
,
which
he
remembered
to
have
seen
at
Queen’s
Crawley
,
with
a
dedication
from
the
poetess
to
his
father’s
late
wife
;
and
he
brought
the
volume
with
him
to
Brighton
,
reading
it
in
the
Southampton
coach
and
marking
it
with
his
own
pencil
,
before
he
presented
it
to
the
gentle
Lady
Jane
.
It
was
he
,
too
,
who
laid
before
Lady
Southdown
the
great
advantages
which
might
occur
from
an
intimacy
between
her
family
and
Miss
Crawley
,
—
advantages
both
worldly
and
spiritual
,
he
said
:
for
Miss
Crawley
was
now
quite
alone
;
the
monstrous
dissipation
and
alliance
of
his
brother
Rawdon
had
estranged
her
affections
from
that
reprobate
young
man
;
the
greedy
tyranny
and
avarice
of
Mrs.
Bute
Crawley
had
caused
the
old
lady
to
revolt
against
the
exorbitant
pretensions
of
that
part
of
the
family
;
and
though
he
himself
had
held
off
all
his
life
from
cultivating
Miss
Crawley’s
friendship
,
with
perhaps
an
improper
pride
,
he
thought
now
that
every
becoming
means
should
be
taken
,
both
to
save
her
soul
from
perdition
,
and
to
secure
her
fortune
to
himself
as
the
head
of
the
house
of
Crawley
.
The
strong-minded
Lady
Southdown
quite
agreed
in
both
proposals
of
her
son-in-law
,
and
was
for
converting
Miss
Crawley
off
hand
.
At
her
own
home
,
both
at
Southdown
and
at
Trottermore
Castle
,
this
tall
and
awful
missionary
of
the
truth
rode
about
the
country
in
her
barouche
with
outriders
,
launched
packets
of
tracts
among
the
cottagers
and
tenants
,
and
would
order
Gaffer
Jones
to
be
converted
,
as
she
would
order
Goody
Hicks
to
take
a
James’s
powder
,
without
appeal
,
resistance
,
or
benefit
of
clergy
.
My
Lord
Southdown
,
her
late
husband
,
an
epileptic
and
simple-minded
nobleman
,
was
in
the
habit
of
approving
of
everything
which
his
Matilda
did
and
thought
.
So
that
whatever
changes
her
own
belief
might
undergo
(
and
it
accommodated
itself
to
a
prodigious
variety
of
opinion
,
taken
from
all
sorts
of
doctors
among
the
Dissenters
)
,
she
had
not
the
least
scruple
in
ordering
all
her
tenants
and
inferiors
to
follow
and
believe
after
her
.
Thus
whether
she
received
the
Reverend
Saunders
McNitre
,
the
Scotch
divine
;
or
the
Reverend
Luke
Waters
,
the
mild
Wesleyan
;
or
the
Reverend
Giles
Jowls
,
the
illuminated
Cobbler
,
who
dubbed
himself
Reverend
as
Napoleon
crowned
himself
Emperor
—
the
household
,
children
,
tenantry
of
my
Lady
Southdown
were
expected
to
go
down
on
their
knees
with
her
Ladyship
,
and
say
Amen
to
the
prayers
of
either
Doctor
.
During
these
exercises
old
Southdown
,
on
account
of
his
invalid
condition
,
was
allowed
to
sit
in
his
own
room
,
and
have
negus
and
the
paper
read
to
him
.
Lady
Jane
was
the
old
Earl’s
favourite
daughter
,
and
tended
and
loved
him
sincerely
;
as
for
Lady
Emily
,
the
authoress
of
the
“
Washerwoman
of
Finchley
Common
,
”
her
denunciations
of
future
punishment
(
at
this
period
,
for
her
opinions
modified
afterwards
)
,
were
so
awful
that
they
used
to
frighten
the
timid
old
gentleman
her
father
,
and
the
physician
declared
his
fits
always
occurred
after
one
of
her
Ladyship’s
sermons
.
“
I
will
certainly
call
,
”
said
Lady
Southdown
then
,
in
reply
to
the
exhortation
of
her
daughter’s
prétendu
,
Mr.
Pitt
Crawley
—
“
Who
is
Miss
Crawley’s
medical
man
?
”
Mr.
Crawley
mentioned
the
name
of
Mr.
Creamer
.
“
A
most
dangerous
and
ignorant
practitioner
,
my
dear
Pitt
.
I
have
providentially
been
the
means
of
removing
him
from
several
houses
:
though
on
one
or
two
instances
I
did
no
arrive
in
time
.
I
could
not
save
poor
dear
General
Glanders
,
who
was
dying
under
the
hands
of
that
ignorant
man
—
dying
.
He
rallied
a
little
under
the
Podgers’
pills
which
I
administered
to
him
;
but
alas
!
it
was
too
late
.
His
death
was
delightful
,
however
,
and
his
change
was
only
for
the
better
;
Creamer
,
my
dear
Pitt
,
must
leave
your
aunt
.
”
Pitt
expressed
his
perfect
acquiescence
.
He
,
too
,
had
been
carried
along
by
the
energy
of
his
noble
kinswoman
,
and
future
mother-in-law
.
He
had
been
made
to
accept
Saunders
McNitre
,
Luck
Waters
,
Giles
Jowls
,
Podgers’
Pills
,
Rodgers’
Pills
,
Pokey’s
Elixir
,
every
one
of
her
Ladyship’s
remedies
spiritual
or
temporal
.
He
never
left
her
house
without
carrying
respectfully
away
with
him
piles
of
her
quack
theology
and
medicine
.
O
,
my
dear
brethren
and
fellow-sojourners
in
Vanity
Fair
,
which
among
you
does
not
know
and
suffer
under
such
benevolent
despots
?
It
is
in
vain
you
say
to
them
,
“
Dear
Madam
,
I
took
Podgers’
specific
at
your
orders
last
year
,
and
believe
in
it
.
Why
,
why
am
I
to
recant
and
accept
the
Rodgers’
article
now
?
”
There
is
no
help
for
it
;
the
faithful
proselytizer
,
if
she
cannot
convince
by
arguments
,
bursts
into
tears
,
and
the
recusant
finds
himself
,
at
the
end
of
the
contest
,
taking
down
the
bolus
,
and
saying
.
“
Well
,
well
,
Rodgers’
be
it
.
”
“
And
as
for
her
spiritual
state
,
”
continued
the
Lady
,
“
that
of
course
must
be
looked
to
immediately
;
with
Creamer
about
her
,
she
may
go
off
any
day
:
and
in
what
a
condition
,
my
dear
Pitt
,
in
what
a
dreadful
condition
!
I
will
send
the
Reverend
Mr.
Irons
to
her
instantly
.
Jane
,
write
a
line
to
the
Reverend
Bartholomew
Irons
,
in
the
third
person
,
and
say
that
I
desire
the
pleasure
of
his
company
this
evening
at
tea
at
half-past
six
.
He
is
an
awakening
man
;
he
ought
to
see
Miss
Crawley
before
she
rests
this
night
.
And
Emily
,
my
love
,
get
ready
a
packet
of
books
for
Miss
Crawley
.
Put
up
‘A
voice
from
the
Flames
,
’
‘A
Trumpet-warning
to
Jericho
,
’
and
the
‘Fleshpots
Broken
;
or
,
the
Converted
Cannibal.’
”
“
And
the
‘Washerwoman
of
Finchley
Common
,
’
Mamma
,
”
said
Lady
Emily
.
“
It
is
as
well
to
begin
soothingly
at
first
.
”
“
Stop
,
my
dear
ladies
,
”
said
Pitt
,
the
diplomatist
.
“
With
every
deference
to
the
opinion
of
my
beloved
and
respected
Lady
Southdown
,
I
think
it
would
be
quite
unadvisable
to
commence
so
early
upon
serious
topics
with
Miss
Crawley
.
Remember
her
delicate
condition
,
and
how
little
,
how
very
little
accustomed
she
has
hitherto
been
to
considerations
connected
with
her
immortal
welfare
.
”
“
Can
we
then
begin
too
early
,
Pitt
?
”
said
Lady
Emily
,
rising
with
six
little
books
already
in
her
hand
.
“
If
you
begin
abruptly
,
you
will
frighten
her
altogether
.
I
know
my
aunt’s
worldly
nature
so
well
as
to
be
sure
that
any
abrupt
attempt
at
conversion
will
be
the
very
worst
means
that
can
be
employed
for
the
welfare
of
that
unfortunate
lady
.
You
will
only
frighten
and
annoy
her
.
She
will
very
likely
fling
the
books
away
,
and
refuse
all
acquaintance
with
the
givers
.
”
“
You
are
as
worldly
as
Miss
Crawley
,
Pitt
,
”
said
Lady
Emily
,
tossing
out
of
the
room
,
her
books
in
her
hand
.
“
And
I
need
not
tell
you
,
my
dear
Lady
Southdown
,
”
Pitt
continued
,
in
a
low
voice
,
and
without
heeding
the
interruption
,
“
how
fatal
a
little
want
of
gentleness
and
caution
may
be
to
any
hopes
which
we
may
entertain
with
regard
to
the
worldly
possessions
of
my
aunt
.
Remember
she
has
seventy
thousand
pounds
;
think
of
her
age
,
and
her
highly
nervous
and
delicate
condition
;
I
know
that
she
has
destroyed
the
will
which
was
made
in
my
brother’s
(
Colonel
Crawley’s
)
favour
:
it
is
by
soothing
that
wounded
spirit
that
we
must
lead
it
into
the
right
path
,
and
not
by
frightening
it
;
and
so
I
think
you
will
agree
with
me
that
—
that
—
”
“
Of
course
,
of
course
,
”
Lady
Southdown
remarked
.
“
Jane
,
my
love
,
you
need
not
send
that
note
to
Mr.
Irons
.
If
her
health
is
such
that
discussions
fatigue
her
,
we
will
wait
her
amendment
.
I
will
call
upon
Miss
Crawley
to-morrow
.
”
“
And
if
I
might
suggest
,
my
sweet
lady
,
”
Pitt
said
in
a
bland
tone
,
“
it
would
be
as
well
not
to
take
our
precious
Emily
,
who
is
too
enthusiastic
;
but
rather
that
you
should
be
accompanied
by
our
sweet
and
dear
Lady
Jane
.
”
“
Most
certainly
,
Emily
would
ruin
everything
,
”
Lady
Southdown
said
;
and
this
time
agreed
to
forego
her
usual
practice
,
which
was
,
as
we
have
said
,
before
she
bore
down
personally
upon
any
individual
whom
she
proposed
to
subjugate
,
to
fire
in
a
quantity
of
tracts
upon
the
menaced
party
(
as
a
charge
of
the
French
was
always
preceded
by
a
furious
cannonade
)
.
Lady
Southdown
,
we
say
,
for
the
sake
of
the
invalid’s
health
,
or
for
the
sake
of
her
soul’s
ultimate
welfare
,
or
for
the
sake
of
her
money
,
agreed
to
temporise
.
The
next
day
,
the
great
Southdown
female
family
carriage
,
with
the
Earl’s
coronet
and
the
lozenge
(
upon
which
the
three
lambs
trottant
argent
upon
the
field
vert
of
the
Southdowns
,
were
quartered
with
sable
on
a
bend
or
,
three
snuff-mulls
gules
,
the
cognizance
of
the
house
of
Binkie
)
,
drove
up
in
state
to
Miss
Crawley’s
door
,
and
the
tall
serious
footman
handed
to
Mr.
Bowls
her
Ladyship’s
cards
for
Miss
Crawley
,
and
one
likewise
for
Miss
Briggs
.
By
way
of
compromise
,
Lady
Emily
sent
in
a
packet
in
the
evening
for
the
latter
lady
,
containing
copies
of
the
“
Washerwoman
,
”
and
other
mild
and
favourite
tracts
for
Miss
B.’s
own
perusal
;
and
a
few
for
the
servants’
hall
,
viz.
:
“
Crumbs
from
the
Pantry
,
”
“
The
Frying
Pan
and
the
Fire
,
”
and
“
The
Livery
of
Sin
,
”
of
a
much
stronger
kind
.
XXXIV
.
James
Crawley’s
Pipe
Is
Put
Out
THE
AMIABLE
behaviour
of
Mr.
Crawley
,
and
Lady
Jane’s
kind
reception
of
her
,
highly
flattered
Miss
Briggs
,
who
was
enabled
to
speak
a
good
word
for
the
latter
,
after
the
cards
of
the
Southdown
family
had
been
presented
to
Miss
Crawley
.
A
Countess’s
card
left
personally
too
for
her
,
Briggs
,
was
not
a
little
pleasing
to
the
poor
friendless
companion
.
“
What
could
Lady
Southdown
mean
by
leaving
a
card
upon
you
,
I
wonder
,
Miss
Briggs
?
”
said
the
republican
Miss
Crawley
;
upon
which
the
companion
meekly
said
“
that
she
hoped
there
could
be
no
harm
in
a
lady
of
rank
taking
notice
of
a
poor
gentlewoman
,
”
and
she
put
away
this
card
in
her
work-box
amongst
her
most
cherished
personal
treasures
.
Furthermore
,
Miss
Briggs
explained
how
she
had
met
Mr.
Crawley
walking
with
his
cousin
and
long
affianced
bride
the
day
before
:
and
she
told
how
kind
and
gentle-looking
the
lady
was
,
and
what
a
plain
,
not
to
say
common
,
dress
she
had
,
all
the
articles
of
which
,
from
the
bonnet
down
to
the
boots
,
she
described
and
estimated
with
female
accuracy
.
Miss
Crawley
allowed
Briggs
to
prattle
on
without
interrupting
her
too
much
.
As
she
got
well
,
she
was
pining
for
society
.
Mr.
Creamer
,
her
medical
man
,
would
not
hear
of
her
returning
to
her
old
haunts
and
dissipation
in
London
.
The
old
spinster
was
too
glad
to
find
any
companionship
at
Brighton
,
and
not
only
were
the
cards
acknowledged
the
very
next
day
,
but
Pitt
Crawley
was
graciously
invited
to
come
and
see
his
aunt
.
He
came
,
bringing
with
him
Lady
Southdown
and
her
daughter
.
The
dowager
did
not
say
a
word
about
the
state
of
Miss
Crawley’s
soul
;
but
talked
with
much
discretion
about
the
weather
:
about
the
war
and
the
downfall
of
the
monster
Bonaparte
:
and
above
all
,
about
doctors
,
quacks
,
and
the
particular
merits
of
Dr.
Podgers
,
whom
she
then
patronised
.
During
their
interview
Pitt
Crawley
made
a
great
stroke
,
and
one
which
showed
that
,
had
his
diplomatic
career
not
been
blighted
by
early
neglect
,
he
might
have
risen
to
a
high
rank
in
his
profession
.
When
the
Countess
Dowager
of
Southdown
fell
foul
of
the
Corsican
upstart
,
as
the
fashion
was
in
those
days
,
and
showed
that
he
was
a
monster
stained
with
every
conceivable
crime
,
a
coward
and
a
tyrant
not
fit
to
live
,
one
whose
fall
was
predicted
,
etc.
,
Pitt
Crawley
suddenly
took
up
the
cudgels
in
favour
of
the
man
of
Destiny
.
He
described
the
First
Consul
as
he
saw
him
at
Paris
at
the
peace
of
Amiens
;
when
he
,
Pitt
Crawley
,
had
the
gratification
of
making
the
acquaintance
of
the
great
and
good
Mr.
Fox
,
a
statesman
whom
,
however
much
he
might
differ
with
him
,
it
was
impossible
not
to
admire
fervently
—
a
statesman
who
had
always
had
the
highest
opinion
of
the
Emperor
Napoleon
.
And
he
spoke
in
terms
of
the
strongest
indignation
of
the
faithless
conduct
of
the
allies
towards
this
dethroned
monarch
,
who
,
after
giving
himself
generously
up
to
their
mercy
,
was
consigned
to
an
ignoble
and
cruel
banishment
,
while
a
bigoted
Popish
rabble
was
tyrannising
over
France
in
his
stead
.
This
orthodox
horror
of
Romish
superstition
saved
Pitt
Crawley
in
Lady
Southdown’s
opinion
,
whilst
his
admiration
for
Fox
and
Napoleon
raised
him
immeasurably
in
Miss
Crawley’s
eyes
.
Her
friendship
with
that
defunct
British
statesman
was
mentioned
when
we
first
introduced
her
in
this
history
.
A
true
Whig
,
Miss
Crawley
had
been
in
opposition
all
through
the
war
,
and
though
,
to
be
sure
,
the
downfall
of
the
Emperor
did
not
very
much
agitate
the
old
lady
,
or
his
ill-treatment
tend
to
shorten
her
life
or
natural
rest
,
yet
Pitt
spoke
to
her
heart
when
he
lauded
both
her
idols
;
and
by
that
single
speech
made
immense
progress
in
her
favour
.
“
And
what
do
you
think
,
my
dear
?
”
Miss
Crawley
said
to
the
young
lady
,
for
whom
she
had
taken
a
liking
at
first
sight
,
as
she
always
did
for
pretty
and
modest
young
people
;
though
it
must
be
owned
her
affections
cooled
as
rapidly
as
they
rose
.
Lady
Jane
blushed
very
much
,
and
said
“
that
she
did
not
understand
politics
,
which
she
left
to
wiser
heads
than
hers
;
but
though
Mamma
was
,
no
doubt
,
correct
,
Mr.
Crawley
had
spoken
beautifully
.
”
And
when
the
ladies
were
retiring
at
the
conclusion
of
their
visit
,
Miss
Crawley
hoped
“
Lady
Southdown
would
be
so
kind
as
to
send
her
Lady
Jane
sometimes
,
if
she
could
be
spared
to
come
down
and
console
a
poor
sick
lonely
old
woman
.
”
This
promise
was
graciously
accorded
,
and
they
separated
upon
great
terms
of
amity
.
“
Don’t
let
Lady
Southdown
come
again
,
Pitt
,
”
said
the
old
lady
.
“
She
is
stupid
and
pompous
,
like
all
your
mother’s
family
,
whom
I
never
could
endure
.
But
bring
that
nice
good-natured
little
Jane
as
often
as
ever
you
please
.
”
Pitt
promised
that
he
would
do
so
.
He
did
not
tell
the
Countess
of
Southdown
what
opinion
his
aunt
had
formed
of
her
Ladyship
,
who
,
on
the
contrary
,
thought
that
she
had
made
a
most
delightful
and
majestic
impression
on
Miss
Crawley
.
And
so
,
nothing
loth
to
comfort
a
sick
lady
,
and
perhaps
not
sorry
in
heart
to
be
freed
now
and
again
from
the
dreary
spouting
of
the
Reverend
Bartholomew
Irons
,
and
the
serious
toadies
who
gathered
round
the
footstool
of
the
pompous
Countess
,
her
mamma
,
Lady
Jane
became
a
pretty
constant
visitor
to
Miss
Crawley
,
accompanied
her
in
her
drives
,
and
solaced
many
of
her
evenings
.
She
was
so
naturally
good
and
soft
,
that
even
Firkin
was
not
jealous
of
her
;
and
the
gentle
Briggs
thought
her
friend
was
less
cruel
to
her
,
when
kind
Lady
Jane
was
by
.
Towards
her
Ladyship
Miss
Crawley’s
manners
were
charming
.
The
old
spinster
told
her
a
thousand
anecdotes
about
her
youth
,
talking
to
her
in
a
very
different
strain
from
that
in
which
she
had
been
accustomed
to
converse
with
the
godless
little
Rebecca
;
for
there
was
that
in
Lady
Jane’s
innocence
which
rendered
light
talking
impertinence
before
her
,
and
Miss
Crawley
was
too
much
of
a
gentlewoman
to
offend
such
purity
.
The
young
lady
herself
had
never
received
kindness
except
from
this
old
spinster
,
and
her
brother
and
father
:
and
she
repaid
Miss
Crawley’s
engoûment
by
artless
sweetness
and
friendship
.
In
the
autumn
evenings
(
when
Rebecca
was
flaunting
at
Paris
,
the
gayest
among
the
gay
conquerors
there
,
and
our
Amelia
,
our
dear
wounded
Amelia
,
ah
!
where
was
she
?
)
Lady
Jane
would
be
sitting
in
Miss
Crawley’s
drawing-room
singing
sweetly
to
her
,
in
the
twilight
,
her
little
simple
songs
and
hymns
,
while
the
sun
was
setting
and
the
sea
was
roaring
on
the
beach
.
The
old
spinster
used
to
wake
up
when
these
ditties
ceased
,
and
ask
for
more
.
As
for
Briggs
,
and
the
quantity
of
tears
of
happiness
which
she
now
shed
as
she
pretended
to
knit
,
and
looked
out
at
the
splendid
ocean
darkling
before
the
windows
,
and
the
lamps
of
heaven
beginning
more
brightly
to
shine
—
who
,
I
say
,
can
measure
the
happiness
and
sensibility
of
Briggs
?
Pitt
meanwhile
in
the
dining-room
,
with
a
pamphlet
on
the
Corn
Laws
or
a
Missionary
Register
by
his
side
,
took
that
kind
of
recreation
which
suits
romantic
and
unromantic
men
after
dinner
.
He
sipped
Madeira
:
built
castles
in
the
air
:
thought
himself
a
fine
fellow
:
felt
himself
much
more
in
love
with
Jane
than
he
had
been
any
time
these
seven
years
,
during
which
their
liaison
had
lasted
without
the
slightest
impatience
on
Pitt’s
part
—
and
slept
a
good
deal
.
When
the
time
for
coffee
came
,
Mr.
Bowls
used
to
enter
in
a
noisy
manner
,
and
summon
Squire
Pitt
,
who
would
be
found
in
the
dark
very
busy
with
his
pamphlet
.
“
I
wish
,
my
love
,
I
could
get
somebody
to
play
piquet
with
me
,
”
Miss
Crawley
said
one
night
when
this
functionary
made
his
appearance
with
the
candles
and
the
coffee
.
“
Poor
Briggs
can
no
more
play
than
an
owl
,
she
is
so
stupid
”
(
the
spinster
always
took
an
opportunity
of
abusing
Briggs
before
the
servants
)
;
“
and
I
think
I
should
sleep
better
if
I
had
my
game
.
”
At
this
Lady
Jane
blushed
to
the
tips
of
her
little
ears
,
and
down
to
the
ends
of
her
pretty
fingers
;
and
when
Mr.
Bowls
had
quitted
the
room
,
and
the
door
was
quite
shut
,
she
said
:
“
Miss
Crawley
,
I
can
play
a
little
.
I
used
to
—
to
play
a
little
with
poor
dear
papa
.
”
“
Come
and
kiss
me
.
Come
and
kiss
me
this
instant
,
you
dear
little
soul
,
”
cried
Miss
Crawley
in
an
ecstasy
:
and
in
this
picturesque
and
friendly
occupation
Mr.
Pitt
found
the
old
lady
and
the
young
one
,
when
he
came
upstairs
with
his
pamphlet
in
his
hand
.
How
she
did
blush
all
the
evening
,
that
poor
Lady
Jane
!
It
must
not
be
imagined
that
Mr.
Pitt
Crawley’s
artifices
escaped
the
attention
of
his
dear
relations
at
the
Rectory
at
Queen’s
Crawley
.
Hampshire
and
Sussex
lie
very
close
together
,
and
Mrs.
Bute
had
friends
in
the
latter
county
who
took
care
to
inform
her
of
all
,
and
a
great
deal
more
than
all
,
that
passed
at
Miss
Crawley’s
house
at
Brighton
.
Pitt
was
there
more
and
more
.
He
did
not
come
for
months
together
to
the
Hall
,
where
his
abominable
old
father
abandoned
himself
completely
to
rum-and-water
,
and
the
odious
society
of
the
Horrocks
family
.
Pitt’s
success
rendered
the
Rector’s
family
furious
,
and
Mrs.
Bute
regretted
more
(
though
she
confessed
less
)
than
ever
her
monstrous
fault
in
so
insulting
Miss
Briggs
,
and
in
being
so
haughty
and
parsimonious
to
Bowls
and
Firkin
,
that
she
had
not
a
single
person
left
in
Miss
Crawley’s
household
to
give
her
information
of
what
took
place
there
.
“
It
was
all
Bute’s
collar-bone
,
”
she
persisted
in
saying
;
“
if
that
had
not
broke
,
I
never
would
have
left
her
.
I
am
a
martyr
to
duty
and
to
your
odious
unclerical
habit
of
hunting
,
Bute
.
”
“
Hunting
;
nonsense
!
It
was
you
that
frightened
her
,
Barbara
,
”
the
divine
interposed
.
“
You’re
a
clever
woman
,
but
you’ve
got
a
devil
of
a
temper
;
and
you’re
a
screw
with
your
money
,
Barbara
.
”
“
You’d
have
been
screwed
in
gaol
,
if
I
had
not
kept
your
money
.
”
“
I
know
I
would
,
my
dear
,
”
said
the
rector
,
good-naturedly
.
“
You
are
a
clever
woman
,
but
you
manage
too
well
,
you
know
:
”
and
the
pious
man
consoled
himself
with
a
big
glass
of
port
.
“
What
the
deuce
can
she
find
in
that
spooney
of
a
Pitt
Crawley
?
”
he
continued
.
“
The
fellow
has
not
pluck
enough
to
say
Bo
to
a
goose
.
I
remember
when
Rawdon
,
who
is
a
man
,
and
be
hanged
to
him
,
used
to
flog
him
round
the
stables
as
if
he
was
a
whipping-top
:
and
Pitt
would
go
howling
home
to
his
ma
—
ha
,
ha
!
Why
,
either
of
my
boys
would
whop
him
with
one
hand
.
Jim
says
he’s
remembered
at
Oxford
as
Miss
Crawley
still
—
the
spooney
.
”
“
I
say
,
Barbara
,
”
his
reverence
continued
,
after
a
pause
.
“
What
?
”
said
Barbara
,
who
was
biting
her
nails
,
and
drumming
the
table
.
“
I
say
,
why
not
send
Jim
over
to
Brighton
to
see
if
he
can
do
anything
with
the
old
lady
.
He’s
very
near
getting
his
degree
,
you
know
.
He’s
only
been
plucked
twice
—
so
was
I
—
but
he’s
had
the
advantages
of
Oxford
and
a
university
education
.
He
knows
some
of
the
best
chaps
there
He
pulls
stroke
in
the
Boniface
boat
.
He’s
a
handsome
feller
.
D
—
it
,
ma’am
,
let’s
put
him
on
the
old
woman
,
hey
;
and
tell
him
to
thrash
Pitt
if
he
says
anything
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
”
“
Jim
might
go
down
and
see
her
,
certainly
,
”
the
housewife
said
;
adding
with
a
sigh
,
“
If
we
could
but
get
one
of
the
girls
into
the
house
;
but
she
could
never
endure
them
,
because
they
are
not
pretty
!
”
Those
unfortunate
and
well-educated
woman
made
themselves
heard
from
the
neighbouring
drawing-room
,
where
they
were
thrumming
away
,
with
hard
fingers
,
an
elaborate
music-piece
on
the
pianoforte
,
as
their
mother
spoke
;
and
indeed
,
they
were
at
music
,
or
at
blackboard
,
or
at
geography
,
or
at
history
,
the
whole
day
long
.
But
what
avail
all
these
accomplishments
,
in
Vanity
Fair
,
to
girls
who
are
short
,
poor
,
plain
,
and
have
a
bad
complexion
?
Mrs.
Bute
could
think
of
nobody
but
the
Curate
to
take
one
of
them
off
her
hands
;
and
Jim
coming
in
from
the
stable
at
this
minute
,
through
the
parlour
window
,
with
a
short
pipe
stuck
in
his
oil-skin
cap
,
he
and
his
father
fell
to
talking
about
odds
on
the
St.
Leger
,
and
the
colloquy
between
the
Rector
and
his
wife
ended
.
Mrs.
Bute
did
not
augur
much
good
to
the
cause
from
the
sending
of
her
son
James
as
an
ambassador
,
and
saw
him
depart
in
rather
a
despairing
mood
.
Nor
did
the
young
fellow
himself
,
when
told
what
his
mission
was
to
be
,
expect
much
pleasure
or
benefit
from
it
;
but
he
was
consoled
by
the
thought
that
possibly
the
old
lady
would
give
him
some
handsome
remembrance
of
her
,
which
would
pay
a
few
of
his
most
pressing
bills
at
the
commencement
of
the
ensuing
Oxford
term
,
and
so
took
his
place
by
the
coach
from
Southampton
,
and
was
safely
landed
at
Brighton
on
the
same
evening
,
with
his
portmanteau
,
his
favorite
bulldog
Towzer
,
and
an
immense
basket
of
farm
and
garden
produce
,
from
the
dear
Rectory
folks
to
the
dear
Miss
Crawley
.
Considering
it
was
too
late
to
disturb
the
invalid
lady
on
the
first
night
of
his
arrival
,
he
put
up
at
an
inn
,
and
did
not
wait
upon
Miss
Crawley
until
a
late
hour
in
the
noon
of
next
day
.
James
Crawley
,
when
his
aunt
had
last
beheld
him
,
was
a
gawky
lad
,
at
that
uncomfortable
age
when
the
voice
varies
between
an
unearthly
treble
and
a
preternatural
bass
:
when
the
face
not
uncommonly
blooms
out
with
appearances
for
which
Rowland’s
Kalydor
is
said
to
act
as
a
cure
;
when
boys
are
seen
to
shave
furtively
with
their
sister’s
scissors
,
and
the
sight
of
other
young
women
produces
intolerable
sensations
of
terror
in
them
;
when
the
great
hands
and
ankles
protrude
a
long
way
from
garments
which
have
grown
too
tight
for
them
;
when
their
presence
after
dinner
is
at
once
frightful
to
the
ladies
,
who
are
whispering
in
the
twilight
in
the
drawing-room
,
and
inexpressibly
odious
to
the
gentlemen
over
the
mahogany
,
who
are
restrained
from
freedom
of
intercourse
and
delightful
interchange
of
wit
by
the
presence
of
that
gawky
innocence
;
when
at
the
conclusion
of
the
second
glass
,
papa
says
,
“
Jack
,
my
boy
,
go
out
and
see
if
the
evening
holds
up
,
”
and
the
youth
,
willing
to
be
free
yet
hurt
at
not
being
yet
a
man
,
quits
the
incomplete
banquet
.
James
,
then
a
hobbadehoy
,
was
now
become
a
young
man
,
having
had
the
benefits
of
a
university
education
,
and
acquired
he
inestimable
polish
which
is
gained
by
living
in
a
fast
set
at
a
small
college
,
and
contracting
debts
,
and
being
rusticated
,
and
being
plucked
.
He
was
a
handsome
lad
,
however
,
when
he
came
to
present
himself
to
his
aunt
at
Brighton
,
and
good
looks
were
always
a
title
to
the
fickle
old
lady’s
favour
.
Nor
did
his
blushes
and
awkwardness
take
away
from
it
:
she
was
pleased
with
these
healthy
tokens
of
the
young
gentleman’s
ingenuousness
.
He
said
“
he
had
come
down
for
a
couple
of
days
to
see
a
man
of
his
college
,
and
—
and
to
pay
my
respects
to
you
,
Ma’am
,
and
my
father’s
and
mother’s
,
who
hope
you
are
well
.
”
Pitt
was
in
the
room
with
Miss
Crawley
when
the
lad
was
announced
,
and
looked
very
blank
when
his
name
was
mentioned
.
The
old
lady
had
plenty
of
humour
,
and
enjoyed
her
correct
nephew’s
perplexity
.
She
asked
after
all
the
people
at
the
Rectory
with
great
interest
;
and
said
she
was
thinking
of
paying
them
a
visit
.
She
praised
the
lad
to
his
face
,
and
said
he
was
well-grown
and
very
much
improved
,
and
that
it
was
a
pity
his
sisters
had
not
some
of
his
good
looks
;
and
finding
,
on
inquiry
,
that
he
had
taken
up
his
quarters
at
an
hotel
,
would
not
hear
of
his
stopping
there
,
but
bade
Mr.
Bowls
send
for
Mr.
James
Crawley’s
things
instantly
;
“
and
hark
ye
,
Bowls
,
”
she
added
,
with
great
graciousness
,
“
you
will
have
the
goodness
to
pay
Mr.
James’s
bill
.
”
She
flung
Pitt
a
look
of
arch
triumph
,
which
caused
that
diplomatist
almost
to
choke
with
envy
.
Much
as
he
had
ingratiated
himself
with
his
aunt
,
she
had
never
yet
invited
him
to
stay
under
her
roof
,
and
here
was
a
young
whipper-snapper
,
who
at
first
sight
was
made
welcome
there
.
“
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Sir
,
”
says
Bowls
,
advancing
with
a
profound
bow
;
“
what
’otel
,
Sir
,
shall
Thomas
fetch
the
luggage
from
?
”
“
Oh
,
dam
,
”
said
young
James
,
starting
up
,
as
if
in
some
alarm
,
“
I’ll
go
.
”
“
What
!
”
said
Miss
Crawley
.
“
The
Tom
Cribb’s
Arms
,
”
said
James
,
blushing
deeply
.
Miss
Crawley
burst
out
laughing
at
this
title
.
Mr.
Bowls
gave
one
abrupt
guffaw
,
as
a
confidential
servant
of
the
family
,
but
choked
the
rest
of
the
volley
;
the
diplomatist
only
smiled
.
“
I
—
I
didn’t
know
any
better
,
”
said
James
,
looking
down
.
“
I’ve
never
been
here
before
;
it
was
the
coachman
told
me
.
”
The
young
story-teller
!
The
fact
is
,
that
on
the
Southampton
coach
,
the
day
previous
,
James
Crawley
had
met
the
Tutbury
Pet
,
who
was
coming
to
Brighton
to
make
a
match
with
the
Rottingdean
Fibber
;
and
enchanted
by
the
Pet’s
conversation
,
had
passed
the
evening
in
company
with
that
scientific
man
and
his
friends
,
at
the
inn
in
question
.
“
I
—
I’d
best
go
and
settle
the
score
,
”
James
continued
.
“
Couldn’t
think
of
asking
you
,
Ma’am
,
”
he
added
,
generously
.
This
delicacy
made
his
aunt
laugh
the
more
.
“
Go
and
settle
the
bill
,
Bowls
,
”
she
said
,
with
a
wave
of
her
hand
,
“
and
bring
it
to
me
.
”
Poor
lady
,
she
did
not
know
what
she
had
done
!
“
There
—
there’s
a
little
dawg
,
”
said
James
,
looking
frightfully
guilty
,
“
I’d
best
go
for
him
.
He
bites
footmen’s
calves
.
”
All
the
party
cried
out
with
laughing
at
this
description
;
even
Briggs
and
Lady
Jane
,
who
was
sitting
mute
during
the
interview
between
Miss
Crawley
and
her
nephew
:
and
Bowls
,
without
a
word
,
quitted
the
room
.
Still
,
by
way
of
punishing
her
elder
nephew
,
Miss
Crawley
persisted
in
being
gracious
to
the
young
Oxonian
.
There
were
no
limits
to
her
kindness
or
her
compliments
when
they
once
began
.
She
told
Pitt
he
might
come
to
dinner
,
and
insisted
that
James
should
accompany
her
in
her
drive
,
and
paraded
him
solemnly
up
and
down
the
cliff
,
on
the
back
seat
of
the
barouche
.
During
all
this
excursion
,
she
condescended
to
say
civil
things
to
him
:
she
quoted
Italian
and
French
poetry
to
the
poor
bewildered
lad
,
and
persisted
that
he
was
a
fine
scholar
,
and
was
perfectly
sure
he
would
gain
a
gold
medal
,
and
be
a
Senior
Wrangler
.
“
Haw
,
haw
,
”
laughed
James
,
encouraged
by
these
compliments
;
“
Senior
Wrangler
,
indeed
;
that’s
at
the
other
shop
.
”
“
What
is
the
other
shop
,
my
dear
child
?
”
said
the
lady
.
“
Senior
Wranglers
at
Cambridge
,
not
Oxford
,
”
said
the
scholar
,
with
a
knowing
air
;
and
would
probably
have
been
more
confidential
,
but
that
suddenly
there
appeared
on
the
cliff
in
a
tax-cart
,
drawn
by
a
bang-up
pony
,
dressed
in
white
flannel
coats
,
with
mother-of-pearl
buttons
,
his
friends
the
Tutbury
Pet
and
the
Rottingdean
Fibber
,
with
three
other
gentlemen
of
their
acquaintance
,
who
all
saluted
poor
James
there
in
the
carriage
as
he
sate
.
This
incident
damped
the
ingenuous
youth’s
spirits
,
and
no
word
of
yea
or
nay
could
he
be
induced
to
utter
during
the
rest
of
the
drive
.
On
his
return
he
found
his
room
prepared
,
and
his
portmanteau
ready
,
and
might
have
remarked
that
Mr.
Bowls’s
countenance
,
when
the
latter
conducted
him
to
his
apartments
,
wore
a
look
of
gravity
,
wonder
,
and
compassion
.
But
the
thought
of
Mr.
Bowls
did
not
enter
his
head
.
He
was
deploring
the
dreadful
predicament
in
which
he
found
himself
,
in
a
house
full
of
old
women
,
jabbering
French
and
Italian
,
and
talking
poetry
to
him
.
“
Regularly
up
a
tree
,
by
jingo
!
”
exclaimed
the
modest
boy
,
who
could
not
face
the
gentlest
of
her
sex
—
not
even
Briggs
—
when
she
began
to
talk
to
him
;
whereas
,
put
him
at
Iffley
Lock
,
and
he
could
out-slang
the
boldest
bargeman
.
At
dinner
,
James
appeared
choking
in
a
white
neckcloth
,
and
had
the
honour
of
handing
my
Lady
Jane
downstairs
,
while
Briggs
and
Mr.
Crawley
followed
afterwards
,
conducting
the
old
lady
,
with
her
apparatus
of
bundles
,
and
shawls
,
and
cushions
.
Half
of
Briggs’s
time
at
dinner
was
spent
in
superintending
the
invalid’s
comfort
,
and
in
cutting
up
chicken
for
her
fat
spaniel
.
James
did
not
talk
much
,
but
he
made
a
point
of
asking
all
the
ladies
to
drink
wine
,
and
accepted
Mr.
Crawley’s
challenge
,
and
consumed
the
greater
part
of
a
bottle
of
champagne
which
Mr.
Bowls
was
ordered
to
produce
in
his
honour
.
The
ladies
having
withdrawn
,
and
the
two
cousins
being
left
together
,
Pitt
,
the
ex-diplomatist
,
became
very
communicative
and
friendly
.
He
asked
after
James’s
career
at
college
—
what
his
prospects
in
life
were
—
hoped
heartily
he
would
get
on
;
and
,
in
a
word
,
was
frank
and
amiable
.
James’s
tongue
unloosed
with
the
port
,
and
he
told
his
cousin
his
life
,
his
prospects
,
his
debts
,
his
troubles
at
the
little-go
,
and
his
rows
with
the
proctors
,
filling
rapidly
from
the
bottles
before
him
,
and
flying
from
Port
to
Madeira
with
joyous
activity
.
“
The
chief
pleasure
which
my
aunt
has
,
”
said
Mr.
Crawley
,
filling
his
glass
,
“
is
that
people
should
do
as
they
like
in
her
house
.
This
is
Liberty
Hall
,
James
,
and
you
can’t
do
Miss
Crawley
a
greater
kindness
than
to
do
as
you
please
,
and
ask
for
what
you
will
.
I
know
you
have
all
sneered
at
me
in
the
country
for
being
a
Tory
.
Miss
Crawley
is
liberal
enough
to
suit
any
fancy
.
She
is
a
Republican
in
principle
,
and
despises
everything
like
rank
or
title
.
”
“
Why
are
you
going
to
marry
an
Earl’s
daughter
?
”
said
James
.
“
My
dear
friend
,
remember
it
is
not
poor
Lady
Jane’s
fault
that
she
is
well
born
,
”
Pitt
replied
,
with
a
courtly
air
.
“
She
cannot
help
being
a
lady
.
Besides
,
I
am
a
Tory
,
you
know
.
”
“
Oh
,
as
for
that
,
”
said
Jim
,
“
there’s
nothing
like
old
blood
;
no
,
dammy
,
nothing
like
it
.
I’m
none
of
your
radicals
.
I
know
what
it
is
to
be
a
gentleman
,
dammy
.
See
the
chaps
in
a
boat-race
;
look
at
the
fellers
in
a
fight
;
aye
,
look
at
a
dawg
killing
rats
,
—
which
is
it
wins
?
the
good-blooded
ones
.
Get
some
more
port
,
Bowls
,
old
boy
,
whilst
I
buzz
this
bottle
here
.
What
was
I
saying
?
”
“
I
think
you
were
speaking
of
dogs
killing
rats
.
”
Pitt
remarked
mildly
,
handling
his
cousin
the
decanter
to
“
buzz
.
”
“
Killing
rats
was
I
?
Well
,
Pitt
,
are
you
a
sporting
man
?
Do
you
want
to
see
a
dawg
as
can
kill
a
rat
?
If
you
do
,
come
down
with
me
to
Tom
Corduroy’s
,
in
Castle
Street
Mews
,
and
I’ll
show
you
such
a
bull-terrier
as
—
—
Pooh
!
gammon
,
”
cried
James
,
bursting
out
laughing
