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These
were
the
materials
which
prudent
Mrs.
Bute
gathered
together
in
Park
Lane
,
the
provisions
and
ammunition
as
it
were
with
which
she
fortified
the
house
against
the
siege
which
she
knew
that
Rawdon
and
his
wife
would
lay
to
Miss
Crawley
.
But
if
a
fault
may
be
found
with
her
arrangements
,
it
is
this
,
that
she
was
too
eager
:
she
managed
rather
too
well
;
undoubtedly
she
made
Miss
Crawley
more
ill
than
was
necessary
;
and
though
the
old
invalid
succumbed
to
her
authority
,
it
was
so
harassing
and
severe
,
that
the
victim
would
be
inclined
to
escape
at
the
very
first
chance
which
fell
in
her
way
.
Managing
women
,
the
ornaments
of
their
sex
--
women
who
order
everything
for
everybody
,
and
know
so
much
better
than
any
person
concerned
what
is
good
for
their
neighbours
,
do
n't
sometimes
speculate
upon
the
possibility
of
a
domestic
revolt
,
or
upon
other
extreme
consequences
resulting
from
their
overstrained
authority
.
Thus
,
for
instance
,
Mrs.
Bute
,
with
the
best
intentions
no
doubt
in
the
world
,
and
wearing
herself
to
death
as
she
did
by
foregoing
sleep
,
dinner
,
fresh
air
,
for
the
sake
of
her
invalid
sister-in-law
,
carried
her
conviction
of
the
old
lady
's
illness
so
far
that
she
almost
managed
her
into
her
coffin
.
She
pointed
out
her
sacrifices
and
their
results
one
day
to
the
constant
apothecary
,
Mr.
Clump
.
"
I
am
sure
,
my
dear
Mr.
Clump
,
"
she
said
,
"
no
efforts
of
mine
have
been
wanting
to
restore
our
dear
invalid
,
whom
the
ingratitude
of
her
nephew
has
laid
on
the
bed
of
sickness
.
I
never
shrink
from
personal
discomfort
:
I
never
refuse
to
sacrifice
myself
.
"
"
Your
devotion
,
it
must
be
confessed
,
is
admirable
,
"
Mr.
Clump
says
,
with
a
low
bow
;
"
but
--
"
"
I
have
scarcely
closed
my
eyes
since
my
arrival
:
I
give
up
sleep
,
health
,
every
comfort
,
to
my
sense
of
duty
.
When
my
poor
James
was
in
the
smallpox
,
did
I
allow
any
hireling
to
nurse
him
?
No
.
"
"
You
did
what
became
an
excellent
mother
,
my
dear
Madam
--
the
best
of
mothers
;
but
--
"
"
As
the
mother
of
a
family
and
the
wife
of
an
English
clergyman
,
I
humbly
trust
that
my
principles
are
good
,
"
Mrs.
Bute
said
,
with
a
happy
solemnity
of
conviction
;
"
and
,
as
long
as
Nature
supports
me
,
never
,
never
,
Mr.
Clump
,
will
I
desert
the
post
of
duty
.
Others
may
bring
that
grey
head
with
sorrow
to
the
bed
of
sickness
(
here
Mrs.
Bute
,
waving
her
hand
,
pointed
to
one
of
old
Miss
Crawley
's
coffee-coloured
fronts
,
which
was
perched
on
a
stand
in
the
dressing-room
)
,
but
I
will
never
quit
it
.
Ah
,
Mr.
Clump
!
I
fear
,
I
know
,
that
the
couch
needs
spiritual
as
well
as
medical
consolation
.
"
"
What
I
was
going
to
observe
,
my
dear
Madam
,
"
--
here
the
resolute
Clump
once
more
interposed
with
a
bland
air
--
"
what
I
was
going
to
observe
when
you
gave
utterance
to
sentiments
which
do
you
so
much
honour
,
was
that
I
think
you
alarm
yourself
needlessly
about
our
kind
friend
,
and
sacrifice
your
own
health
too
prodigally
in
her
favour
.
"
