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Bute
measured
out
the
glasses
of
wine
which
Miss
Crawley
was
daily
allowed
to
take
,
with
irresistible
accuracy
,
greatly
to
the
annoyance
of
Firkin
and
the
butler
,
who
found
themselves
deprived
of
control
over
even
the
sherry-bottle
.
She
apportioned
the
sweetbreads
,
jellies
,
chickens
;
their
quantity
and
order
.
Night
and
noon
and
morning
she
brought
the
abominable
drinks
ordained
by
the
Doctor
,
and
made
her
patient
swallow
them
with
so
affecting
an
obedience
that
Firkin
said
"
my
poor
Missus
du
take
her
physic
like
a
lamb
.
"
She
prescribed
the
drive
in
the
carriage
or
the
ride
in
the
chair
,
and
,
in
a
word
,
ground
down
the
old
lady
in
her
convalescence
in
such
a
way
as
only
belongs
to
your
proper-managing
,
motherly
moral
woman
.
If
ever
the
patient
faintly
resisted
,
and
pleaded
for
a
little
bit
more
dinner
or
a
little
drop
less
medicine
,
the
nurse
threatened
her
with
instantaneous
death
,
when
Miss
Crawley
instantly
gave
in
.
"
She
's
no
spirit
left
in
her
,
"
Firkin
remarked
to
Briggs
;
"
she
ai
n't
ave
called
me
a
fool
these
three
weeks
.
"
Finally
,
Mrs.
Bute
had
made
up
her
mind
to
dismiss
the
aforesaid
honest
lady
's
-
maid
,
Mr.
Bowls
the
large
confidential
man
,
and
Briggs
herself
,
and
to
send
for
her
daughters
from
the
Rectory
,
previous
to
removing
the
dear
invalid
bodily
to
Queen
's
Crawley
,
when
an
odious
accident
happened
which
called
her
away
from
duties
so
pleasing
.
The
Reverend
Bute
Crawley
,
her
husband
,
riding
home
one
night
,
fell
with
his
horse
and
broke
his
collar-bone
.
Fever
and
inflammatory
symptoms
set
in
,
and
Mrs.
Bute
was
forced
to
leave
Sussex
for
Hampshire
.
As
soon
as
ever
Bute
was
restored
,
she
promised
to
return
to
her
dearest
friend
,
and
departed
,
leaving
the
strongest
injunctions
with
the
household
regarding
their
behaviour
to
their
mistress
;
and
as
soon
as
she
got
into
the
Southampton
coach
,
there
was
such
a
jubilee
and
sense
of
relief
in
all
Miss
Crawley
's
house
,
as
the
company
of
persons
assembled
there
had
not
experienced
for
many
a
week
before
.
That
very
day
Miss
Crawley
left
off
her
afternoon
dose
of
medicine
:
that
afternoon
Bowls
opened
an
independent
bottle
of
sherry
for
himself
and
Mrs.
Firkin
:
that
night
Miss
Crawley
and
Miss
Briggs
indulged
in
a
game
of
piquet
instead
of
one
of
Porteus
's
sermons
.
It
was
as
in
the
old
nursery-story
,
when
the
stick
forgot
to
beat
the
dog
,
and
the
whole
course
of
events
underwent
a
peaceful
and
happy
revolution
.
At
a
very
early
hour
in
the
morning
,
twice
or
thrice
a
week
,
Miss
Briggs
used
to
betake
herself
to
a
bathing-machine
,
and
disport
in
the
water
in
a
flannel
gown
and
an
oilskin
cap
.
Rebecca
,
as
we
have
seen
,
was
aware
of
this
circumstance
,
and
though
she
did
not
attempt
to
storm
Briggs
as
she
had
threatened
,
and
actually
dive
into
that
lady
's
presence
and
surprise
her
under
the
sacredness
of
the
awning
,
Mrs.
Rawdon
determined
to
attack
Briggs
as
she
came
away
from
her
bath
,
refreshed
and
invigorated
by
her
dip
,
and
likely
to
be
in
good
humour
.
So
getting
up
very
early
the
next
morning
,
Becky
brought
the
telescope
in
their
sitting-room
,
which
faced
the
sea
,
to
bear
upon
the
bathing-machines
on
the
beach
;
saw
Briggs
arrive
,
enter
her
box
;
and
put
out
to
sea
;
and
was
on
the
shore
just
as
the
nymph
of
whom
she
came
in
quest
stepped
out
of
the
little
caravan
on
to
the
shingles
.
It
was
a
pretty
picture
:
the
beach
;
the
bathing-women
's
faces
;
the
long
line
of
rocks
and
building
were
blushing
and
bright
in
the
sunshine
.
Rebecca
wore
a
kind
,
tender
smile
on
her
face
,
and
was
holding
out
her
pretty
white
hand
as
Briggs
emerged
from
the
box
.
What
could
Briggs
do
but
accept
the
salutation
?
"
Miss
Sh
--
Mrs.
Crawley
,
"
she
said
.
Mrs.
Crawley
seized
her
hand
,
pressed
it
to
her
heart
,
and
with
a
sudden
impulse
,
flinging
her
arms
round
Briggs
,
kissed
her
affectionately
.
"
Dear
,
dear
friend
!
"
she
said
,
with
a
touch
of
such
natural
feeling
,
that
Miss
Briggs
of
course
at
once
began
to
melt
,
and
even
the
bathing-woman
was
mollified
.
Rebecca
found
no
difficulty
in
engaging
Briggs
in
a
long
,
intimate
,
and
delightful
conversation
.
Everything
that
had
passed
since
the
morning
of
Becky
's
sudden
departure
from
Miss
Crawley
's
house
in
Park
Lane
up
to
the
present
day
,
and
Mrs.
Bute
's
happy
retreat
,
was
discussed
and
described
by
Briggs
.
All
Miss
Crawley
's
symptoms
,
and
the
particulars
of
her
illness
and
medical
treatment
,
were
narrated
by
the
confidante
with
that
fulness
and
accuracy
which
women
delight
in
.
About
their
complaints
and
their
doctors
do
ladies
ever
tire
of
talking
to
each
other
?
Briggs
did
not
on
this
occasion
;
nor
did
Rebecca
weary
of
listening
.
She
was
thankful
,
truly
thankful
,
that
the
dear
kind
Briggs
,
that
the
faithful
,
the
invaluable
Firkin
,
had
been
permitted
to
remain
with
their
benefactress
through
her
illness
.
Heaven
bless
her
!
though
she
,
Rebecca
,
had
seemed
to
act
undutifully
towards
Miss
Crawley
;
yet
was
not
her
fault
a
natural
and
excusable
one
?
Could
she
help
giving
her
hand
to
the
man
who
had
won
her
heart
?
Briggs
,
the
sentimental
,
could
only
turn
up
her
eyes
to
heaven
at
this
appeal
,
and
heave
a
sympathetic
sigh
,
and
think
that
she
,
too
,
had
given
away
her
affections
long
years
ago
,
and
own
that
Rebecca
was
no
very
great
criminal
.
"
Can
I
ever
forget
her
who
so
befriended
the
friendless
orphan
?
No
,
though
she
has
cast
me
off
,
"
the
latter
said
,
"
I
shall
never
cease
to
love
her
,
and
I
would
devote
my
life
to
her
service
.
As
my
own
benefactress
,
as
my
beloved
Rawdon
's
adored
relative
,
I
love
and
admire
Miss
Crawley
,
dear
Miss
Briggs
,
beyond
any
woman
in
the
world
,
and
next
to
her
I
love
all
those
who
are
faithful
to
her
.
I
would
never
have
treated
Miss
Crawley
's
faithful
friends
as
that
odious
designing
Mrs.
Bute
has
done
.
Rawdon
,
who
was
all
heart
,
"
Rebecca
continued
,
"
although
his
outward
manners
might
seem
rough
and
careless
,
had
said
a
hundred
times
,
with
tears
in
his
eyes
,
that
he
blessed
Heaven
for
sending
his
dearest
Aunty
two
such
admirable
nurses
as
her
attached
Firkin
and
her
admirable
Miss
Briggs
.
Should
the
machinations
of
the
horrible
Mrs.
Bute
end
,
as
she
too
much
feared
they
would
,
in
banishing
everybody
that
Miss
Crawley
loved
from
her
side
,
and
leaving
that
poor
lady
a
victim
to
those
harpies
at
the
Rectory
,
Rebecca
besought
her
(
Miss
Briggs
)
to
remember
that
her
own
home
,
humble
as
it
was
,
was
always
open
to
receive
Briggs
.
Dear
friend
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
in
a
transport
of
enthusiasm
,
"
some
hearts
can
never
forget
benefits
;
all
women
are
not
Bute
Crawleys
!
Though
why
should
I
complain
of
her
,
"
Rebecca
added
;
"
though
I
have
been
her
tool
and
the
victim
to
her
arts
,
do
I
not
owe
my
dearest
Rawdon
to
her
?
"
And
Rebecca
unfolded
to
Briggs
all
Mrs.
Bute
's
conduct
at
Queen
's
Crawley
,
which
,
though
unintelligible
to
her
then
,
was
clearly
enough
explained
by
the
events
now
--
now
that
the
attachment
had
sprung
up
which
Mrs.
Bute
had
encouraged
by
a
thousand
artifices
--
now
that
two
innocent
people
had
fallen
into
the
snares
which
she
had
laid
for
them
,
and
loved
and
married
and
been
ruined
through
her
schemes
.
