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What
good
mother
is
there
that
would
not
commiserate
a
penniless
spinster
,
who
might
have
been
my
lady
,
and
have
shared
four
thousand
a
year
?
What
well-bred
young
person
is
there
in
all
Vanity
Fair
,
who
will
not
feel
for
a
hard-working
,
ingenious
,
meritorious
girl
,
who
gets
such
an
honourable
,
advantageous
,
provoking
offer
,
just
at
the
very
moment
when
it
is
out
of
her
power
to
accept
it
?
I
am
sure
our
friend
Becky
's
disappointment
deserves
and
will
command
every
sympathy
.
I
remember
one
night
being
in
the
Fair
myself
,
at
an
evening
party
.
I
observed
old
Miss
Toady
there
also
present
,
single
out
for
her
special
attentions
and
flattery
little
Mrs.
Briefless
,
the
barrister
's
wife
,
who
is
of
a
good
family
certainly
,
but
,
as
we
all
know
,
is
as
poor
as
poor
can
be
.
What
,
I
asked
in
my
own
mind
,
can
cause
this
obsequiousness
on
the
part
of
Miss
Toady
;
has
Briefless
got
a
county
court
,
or
has
his
wife
had
a
fortune
left
her
?
Miss
Toady
explained
presently
,
with
that
simplicity
which
distinguishes
all
her
conduct
.
"
You
know
,
"
she
said
,
"
Mrs
Briefless
is
granddaughter
of
Sir
John
Redhand
,
who
is
so
ill
at
Cheltenham
that
he
ca
n't
last
six
months
.
Mrs.
Briefless
's
papa
succeeds
;
so
you
see
she
will
be
a
baronet
's
daughter
.
"
And
Toady
asked
Briefless
and
his
wife
to
dinner
the
very
next
week
.
If
the
mere
chance
of
becoming
a
baronet
's
daughter
can
procure
a
lady
such
homage
in
the
world
,
surely
,
surely
we
may
respect
the
agonies
of
a
young
woman
who
has
lost
the
opportunity
of
becoming
a
baronet
's
wife
.
Who
would
have
dreamed
of
Lady
Crawley
dying
so
soon
?
She
was
one
of
those
sickly
women
that
might
have
lasted
these
ten
years
--
Rebecca
thought
to
herself
,
in
all
the
woes
of
repentance
--
and
I
might
have
been
my
lady
!
I
might
have
led
that
old
man
whither
I
would
.
I
might
have
thanked
Mrs.
Bute
for
her
patronage
,
and
Mr.
Pitt
for
his
insufferable
condescension
.
I
would
have
had
the
town-house
newly
furnished
and
decorated
.
I
would
have
had
the
handsomest
carriage
in
London
,
and
a
box
at
the
opera
;
and
I
would
have
been
presented
next
season
.
All
this
might
have
been
;
and
now
--
now
all
was
doubt
and
mystery
.
But
Rebecca
was
a
young
lady
of
too
much
resolution
and
energy
of
character
to
permit
herself
much
useless
and
unseemly
sorrow
for
the
irrevocable
past
;
so
,
having
devoted
only
the
proper
portion
of
regret
to
it
,
she
wisely
turned
her
whole
attention
towards
the
future
,
which
was
now
vastly
more
important
to
her
.
And
she
surveyed
her
position
,
and
its
hopes
,
doubts
,
and
chances
.
In
the
first
place
,
she
was
MARRIED
--
that
was
a
great
fact
.
Sir
Pitt
knew
it
.
She
was
not
so
much
surprised
into
the
avowal
,
as
induced
to
make
it
by
a
sudden
calculation
.
It
must
have
come
some
day
:
and
why
not
now
as
at
a
later
period
?
He
who
would
have
married
her
himself
must
at
least
be
silent
with
regard
to
her
marriage
.
How
Miss
Crawley
would
bear
the
news
--
was
the
great
question
.
Misgivings
Rebecca
had
;
but
she
remembered
all
Miss
Crawley
had
said
;
the
old
lady
's
avowed
contempt
for
birth
;
her
daring
liberal
opinions
;
her
general
romantic
propensities
;
her
almost
doting
attachment
to
her
nephew
,
and
her
repeatedly
expressed
fondness
for
Rebecca
herself
.
She
is
so
fond
of
him
,
Rebecca
thought
,
that
she
will
forgive
him
anything
:
she
is
so
used
to
me
that
I
do
n't
think
she
could
be
comfortable
without
me
:
when
the
eclaircissement
comes
there
will
be
a
scene
,
and
hysterics
,
and
a
great
quarrel
,
and
then
a
great
reconciliation
.
At
all
events
,
what
use
was
there
in
delaying
?
the
die
was
thrown
,
and
now
or
to-morrow
the
issue
must
be
the
same
.
And
so
,
resolved
that
Miss
Crawley
should
have
the
news
,
the
young
person
debated
in
her
mind
as
to
the
best
means
of
conveying
it
to
her
;
and
whether
she
should
face
the
storm
that
must
come
,
or
fly
and
avoid
it
until
its
first
fury
was
blown
over
.
In
this
state
of
meditation
she
wrote
the
following
letter
:
Dearest
Friend
,
The
great
crisis
which
we
have
debated
about
so
often
is
COME
.
Half
of
my
secret
is
known
,
and
I
have
thought
and
thought
,
until
I
am
quite
sure
that
now
is
the
time
to
reveal
THE
WHOLE
OF
THE
MYSTERY
.
Sir
Pitt
came
to
me
this
morning
,
and
made
--
what
do
you
think
?
--
A
DECLARATION
IN
FORM
.
Think
of
that
!
Poor
little
me
.
I
might
have
been
Lady
Crawley
.
How
pleased
Mrs.
