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Bute
would
have
been
:
and
ma
tante
if
I
had
taken
precedence
of
her
!
I
might
have
been
somebody
's
mamma
,
instead
of
--
O
,
I
tremble
,
I
tremble
,
when
I
think
how
soon
we
must
tell
all
!
Sir
Pitt
knows
I
am
married
,
and
not
knowing
to
whom
,
is
not
very
much
displeased
as
yet
.
Ma
tante
is
ACTUALLY
ANGRY
that
I
should
have
refused
him
.
But
she
is
all
kindness
and
graciousness
.
She
condescends
to
say
I
would
have
made
him
a
good
wife
;
and
vows
that
she
will
be
a
mother
to
your
little
Rebecca
.
She
will
be
shaken
when
she
first
hears
the
news
.
But
need
we
fear
anything
beyond
a
momentary
anger
?
I
think
not
:
I
AM
SURE
not
.
She
dotes
upon
you
so
(
you
naughty
,
good-for-nothing
man
)
,
that
she
would
pardon
you
ANYTHING
:
and
,
indeed
,
I
believe
,
the
next
place
in
her
heart
is
mine
:
and
that
she
would
be
miserable
without
me
.
Dearest
!
something
TELLS
ME
we
shall
conquer
.
You
shall
leave
that
odious
regiment
:
quit
gaming
,
racing
,
and
BE
A
GOOD
BOY
;
and
we
shall
all
live
in
Park
Lane
,
and
ma
tante
shall
leave
us
all
her
money
.
I
shall
try
and
walk
to-morrow
at
3
in
the
usual
place
.
If
Miss
B.
accompanies
me
,
you
must
come
to
dinner
,
and
bring
an
answer
,
and
put
it
in
the
third
volume
of
Porteus
's
Sermons
.
But
,
at
all
events
,
come
to
your
own
R.
To
Miss
Eliza
Styles
,
At
Mr.
Barnet
's
,
Saddler
,
Knightsbridge
And
I
trust
there
is
no
reader
of
this
little
story
who
has
not
discernment
enough
to
perceive
that
the
Miss
Eliza
Styles
(
an
old
schoolfellow
,
Rebecca
said
,
with
whom
she
had
resumed
an
active
correspondence
of
late
,
and
who
used
to
fetch
these
letters
from
the
saddler
's
)
,
wore
brass
spurs
,
and
large
curling
mustachios
,
and
was
indeed
no
other
than
Captain
Rawdon
Crawley
.
How
they
were
married
is
not
of
the
slightest
consequence
to
anybody
.
What
is
to
hinder
a
Captain
who
is
a
major
,
and
a
young
lady
who
is
of
age
,
from
purchasing
a
licence
,
and
uniting
themselves
at
any
church
in
this
town
?
Who
needs
to
be
told
,
that
if
a
woman
has
a
will
she
will
assuredly
find
a
way
?
--
My
belief
is
that
one
day
,
when
Miss
Sharp
had
gone
to
pass
the
forenoon
with
her
dear
friend
Miss
Amelia
Sedley
in
Russell
Square
,
a
lady
very
like
her
might
have
been
seen
entering
a
church
in
the
City
,
in
company
with
a
gentleman
with
dyed
mustachios
,
who
,
after
a
quarter
of
an
hour
's
interval
,
escorted
her
back
to
the
hackney-coach
in
waiting
,
and
that
this
was
a
quiet
bridal
party
.
And
who
on
earth
,
after
the
daily
experience
we
have
,
can
question
the
probability
of
a
gentleman
marrying
anybody
?
How
many
of
the
wise
and
learned
have
married
their
cooks
?
Did
not
Lord
Eldon
himself
,
the
most
prudent
of
men
,
make
a
runaway
match
?
Were
not
Achilles
and
Ajax
both
in
love
with
their
servant
maids
?
And
are
we
to
expect
a
heavy
dragoon
with
strong
desires
and
small
brains
,
who
had
never
controlled
a
passion
in
his
life
,
to
become
prudent
all
of
a
sudden
,
and
to
refuse
to
pay
any
price
for
an
indulgence
to
which
he
had
a
mind
?
If
people
only
made
prudent
marriages
,
what
a
stop
to
population
there
would
be
!
It
seems
to
me
,
for
my
part
,
that
Mr.
Rawdon
's
marriage
was
one
of
the
honestest
actions
which
we
shall
have
to
record
in
any
portion
of
that
gentleman
's
biography
which
has
to
do
with
the
present
history
.
No
one
will
say
it
is
unmanly
to
be
captivated
by
a
woman
,
or
,
being
captivated
,
to
marry
her
;
and
the
admiration
,
the
delight
,
the
passion
,
the
wonder
,
the
unbounded
confidence
,
and
frantic
adoration
with
which
,
by
degrees
,
this
big
warrior
got
to
regard
the
little
Rebecca
,
were
feelings
which
the
ladies
at
least
will
pronounce
were
not
altogether
discreditable
to
him
.
When
she
sang
,
every
note
thrilled
in
his
dull
soul
,
and
tingled
through
his
huge
frame
.
When
she
spoke
,
he
brought
all
the
force
of
his
brains
to
listen
and
wonder
.
If
she
was
jocular
,
he
used
to
revolve
her
jokes
in
his
mind
,
and
explode
over
them
half
an
hour
afterwards
in
the
street
,
to
the
surprise
of
the
groom
in
the
tilbury
by
his
side
,
or
the
comrade
riding
with
him
in
Rotten
Row
.
Her
words
were
oracles
to
him
,
her
smallest
actions
marked
by
an
infallible
grace
and
wisdom
.
"
How
she
sings
--
how
she
paints
,
"
thought
he
.
"
How
she
rode
that
kicking
mare
at
Queen
's
Crawley
!
"
And
he
would
say
to
her
in
confidential
moments
,
"
By
Jove
,
Beck
,
you
're
fit
to
be
Commander-in-Chief
,
or
Archbishop
of
Canterbury
,
by
Jove
.
"
Is
his
case
a
rare
one
?
and
do
n't
we
see
every
day
in
the
world
many
an
honest
Hercules
at
the
apron-strings
of
Omphale
,
and
great
whiskered
Samsons
prostrate
in
Delilah
's
lap
?
