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"
Against
whom
?
"
Amelia
cried
.
"
Your
friend
the
governess
.
--
Do
n't
look
so
astonished
.
"
"
O
George
,
what
have
you
done
?
"
Amelia
said
.
For
her
woman
's
eyes
,
which
Love
had
made
sharp-sighted
,
had
in
one
instant
discovered
a
secret
which
was
invisible
to
Miss
Crawley
,
to
poor
virgin
Briggs
,
and
above
all
,
to
the
stupid
peepers
of
that
young
whiskered
prig
,
Lieutenant
Osborne
.
For
as
Rebecca
was
shawling
her
in
an
upper
apartment
,
where
these
two
friends
had
an
opportunity
for
a
little
of
that
secret
talking
and
conspiring
which
form
the
delight
of
female
life
,
Amelia
,
coming
up
to
Rebecca
,
and
taking
her
two
little
hands
in
hers
,
said
,
"
Rebecca
,
I
see
it
all
.
"
Rebecca
kissed
her
.
And
regarding
this
delightful
secret
,
not
one
syllable
more
was
said
by
either
of
the
young
women
.
But
it
was
destined
to
come
out
before
long
.
Some
short
period
after
the
above
events
,
and
Miss
Rebecca
Sharp
still
remaining
at
her
patroness
's
house
in
Park
Lane
,
one
more
hatchment
might
have
been
seen
in
Great
Gaunt
Street
,
figuring
amongst
the
many
which
usually
ornament
that
dismal
quarter
.
It
was
over
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
's
house
;
but
it
did
not
indicate
the
worthy
baronet
's
demise
.
It
was
a
feminine
hatchment
,
and
indeed
a
few
years
back
had
served
as
a
funeral
compliment
to
Sir
Pitt
's
old
mother
,
the
late
dowager
Lady
Crawley
.
Its
period
of
service
over
,
the
hatchment
had
come
down
from
the
front
of
the
house
,
and
lived
in
retirement
somewhere
in
the
back
premises
of
Sir
Pitt
's
mansion
.
It
reappeared
now
for
poor
Rose
Dawson
.
Sir
Pitt
was
a
widower
again
.
The
arms
quartered
on
the
shield
along
with
his
own
were
not
,
to
be
sure
,
poor
Rose
's
.
She
had
no
arms
.
But
the
cherubs
painted
on
the
scutcheon
answered
as
well
for
her
as
for
Sir
Pitt
's
mother
,
and
Resurgam
was
written
under
the
coat
,
flanked
by
the
Crawley
Dove
and
Serpent
.
Arms
and
Hatchments
,
Resurgam
.
--
Here
is
an
opportunity
for
moralising
!
Mr.
Crawley
had
tended
that
otherwise
friendless
bedside
.
She
went
out
of
the
world
strengthened
by
such
words
and
comfort
as
he
could
give
her
.
For
many
years
his
was
the
only
kindness
she
ever
knew
;
the
only
friendship
that
solaced
in
any
way
that
feeble
,
lonely
soul
.
Her
heart
was
dead
long
before
her
body
.
She
had
sold
it
to
become
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
's
wife
.
Mothers
and
daughters
are
making
the
same
bargain
every
day
in
Vanity
Fair
.
When
the
demise
took
place
,
her
husband
was
in
London
attending
to
some
of
his
innumerable
schemes
,
and
busy
with
his
endless
lawyers
.
He
had
found
time
,
nevertheless
,
to
call
often
in
Park
Lane
,
and
to
despatch
many
notes
to
Rebecca
,
entreating
her
,
enjoining
her
,
commanding
her
to
return
to
her
young
pupils
in
the
country
,
who
were
now
utterly
without
companionship
during
their
mother
's
illness
.
But
Miss
Crawley
would
not
hear
of
her
departure
;
for
though
there
was
no
lady
of
fashion
in
London
who
would
desert
her
friends
more
complacently
as
soon
as
she
was
tired
of
their
society
,
and
though
few
tired
of
them
sooner
,
yet
as
long
as
her
engoument
lasted
her
attachment
was
prodigious
,
and
she
clung
still
with
the
greatest
energy
to
Rebecca
.
