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It
was
all
very
true
.
Briggs
saw
the
stratagems
as
clearly
as
possible
.
Mrs.
Bute
had
made
the
match
between
Rawdon
and
Rebecca
.
Yet
,
though
the
latter
was
a
perfectly
innocent
victim
,
Miss
Briggs
could
not
disguise
from
her
friend
her
fear
that
Miss
Crawley
's
affections
were
hopelessly
estranged
from
Rebecca
,
and
that
the
old
lady
would
never
forgive
her
nephew
for
making
so
imprudent
a
marriage
.
On
this
point
Rebecca
had
her
own
opinion
,
and
still
kept
up
a
good
heart
.
If
Miss
Crawley
did
not
forgive
them
at
present
,
she
might
at
least
relent
on
a
future
day
.
Even
now
,
there
was
only
that
puling
,
sickly
Pitt
Crawley
between
Rawdon
and
a
baronetcy
;
and
should
anything
happen
to
the
former
,
all
would
be
well
.
At
all
events
,
to
have
Mrs.
Bute
's
designs
exposed
,
and
herself
well
abused
,
was
a
satisfaction
,
and
might
be
advantageous
to
Rawdon
's
interest
;
and
Rebecca
,
after
an
hour
's
chat
with
her
recovered
friend
,
left
her
with
the
most
tender
demonstrations
of
regard
,
and
quite
assured
that
the
conversation
they
had
had
together
would
be
reported
to
Miss
Crawley
before
many
hours
were
over
.
This
interview
ended
,
it
became
full
time
for
Rebecca
to
return
to
her
inn
,
where
all
the
party
of
the
previous
day
were
assembled
at
a
farewell
breakfast
.
Rebecca
took
such
a
tender
leave
of
Amelia
as
became
two
women
who
loved
each
other
as
sisters
;
and
having
used
her
handkerchief
plentifully
,
and
hung
on
her
friend
's
neck
as
if
they
were
parting
for
ever
,
and
waved
the
handkerchief
(
which
was
quite
dry
,
by
the
way
)
out
of
window
,
as
the
carriage
drove
off
,
she
came
back
to
the
breakfast
table
,
and
ate
some
prawns
with
a
good
deal
of
appetite
,
considering
her
emotion
;
and
while
she
was
munching
these
delicacies
,
explained
to
Rawdon
what
had
occurred
in
her
morning
walk
between
herself
and
Briggs
.
Her
hopes
were
very
high
:
she
made
her
husband
share
them
.
She
generally
succeeded
in
making
her
husband
share
all
her
opinions
,
whether
melancholy
or
cheerful
.
"
You
will
now
,
if
you
please
,
my
dear
,
sit
down
at
the
writing-table
and
pen
me
a
pretty
little
letter
to
Miss
Crawley
,
in
which
you
'll
say
that
you
are
a
good
boy
,
and
that
sort
of
thing
.
"
So
Rawdon
sate
down
,
and
wrote
off
,
"
Brighton
,
Thursday
,
"
and
"
My
dear
Aunt
,
"
with
great
rapidity
:
but
there
the
gallant
officer
's
imagination
failed
him
.
He
mumbled
the
end
of
his
pen
,
and
looked
up
in
his
wife
's
face
.
She
could
not
help
laughing
at
his
rueful
countenance
,
and
marching
up
and
down
the
room
with
her
hands
behind
her
,
the
little
woman
began
to
dictate
a
letter
,
which
he
took
down
.
"
Before
quitting
the
country
and
commencing
a
campaign
,
which
very
possibly
may
be
fatal
.
"
"
What
?
"
said
Rawdon
,
rather
surprised
,
but
took
the
humour
of
the
phrase
,
and
presently
wrote
it
down
with
a
grin
.
"
Which
very
possibly
may
be
fatal
,
I
have
come
hither
--
"
"
Why
not
say
come
here
,
Becky
?
Come
here
's
grammar
,
"
the
dragoon
interposed
.
"
I
have
come
hither
,
"
Rebecca
insisted
,
with
a
stamp
of
her
foot
,
"
to
say
farewell
to
my
dearest
and
earliest
friend
.
I
beseech
you
before
I
go
,
not
perhaps
to
return
,
once
more
to
let
me
press
the
hand
from
which
I
have
received
nothing
but
kindnesses
all
my
life
.
"
