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"
Good
noble
brother
!
"
Rebecca
said
,
putting
her
handkerchief
to
her
eyes
,
and
smelling
the
eau-de-cologne
with
which
it
was
scented
.
"
I
have
done
you
injustice
:
you
have
got
a
heart
.
I
thought
you
had
not
.
"
"
O
,
upon
my
honour
!
"
Jos
said
,
making
a
motion
as
if
he
would
lay
his
hand
upon
the
spot
in
question
.
"
You
do
me
injustice
,
indeed
you
do
--
my
dear
Mrs.
Crawley
.
"
"
I
do
,
now
your
heart
is
true
to
your
sister
.
But
I
remember
two
years
ago
--
when
it
was
false
to
me
!
"
Rebecca
said
,
fixing
her
eyes
upon
him
for
an
instant
,
and
then
turning
away
into
the
window
.
Jos
blushed
violently
.
That
organ
which
he
was
accused
by
Rebecca
of
not
possessing
began
to
thump
tumultuously
.
He
recalled
the
days
when
he
had
fled
from
her
,
and
the
passion
which
had
once
inflamed
him
--
the
days
when
he
had
driven
her
in
his
curricle
:
when
she
had
knit
the
green
purse
for
him
:
when
he
had
sate
enraptured
gazing
at
her
white
arms
and
bright
eyes
.
"
I
know
you
think
me
ungrateful
,
"
Rebecca
continued
,
coming
out
of
the
window
,
and
once
more
looking
at
him
and
addressing
him
in
a
low
tremulous
voice
.
"
Your
coldness
,
your
averted
looks
,
your
manner
when
we
have
met
of
late
--
when
I
came
in
just
now
,
all
proved
it
to
me
.
But
were
there
no
reasons
why
I
should
avoid
you
?
Let
your
own
heart
answer
that
question
.
Do
you
think
my
husband
was
too
much
inclined
to
welcome
you
?
The
only
unkind
words
I
have
ever
had
from
him
(
I
will
do
Captain
Crawley
that
justice
)
have
been
about
you
--
and
most
cruel
,
cruel
words
they
were
.
"
"
Good
gracious
!
what
have
I
done
?
"
asked
Jos
in
a
flurry
of
pleasure
and
perplexity
;
"
what
have
I
done
--
to
--
to
--
?
"
"
Is
jealousy
nothing
?
"
said
Rebecca
.
"
He
makes
me
miserable
about
you
.
And
whatever
it
might
have
been
once
--
my
heart
is
all
his
.
I
am
innocent
now
.
Am
I
not
,
Mr.
Sedley
?
"
All
Jos
's
blood
tingled
with
delight
,
as
he
surveyed
this
victim
to
his
attractions
.
A
few
adroit
words
,
one
or
two
knowing
tender
glances
of
the
eyes
,
and
his
heart
was
inflamed
again
and
his
doubts
and
suspicions
forgotten
.
From
Solomon
downwards
,
have
not
wiser
men
than
he
been
cajoled
and
befooled
by
women
?
"
If
the
worst
comes
to
the
worst
,
"
Becky
thought
,
"
my
retreat
is
secure
;
and
I
have
a
right-hand
seat
in
the
barouche
.
"
There
is
no
knowing
into
what
declarations
of
love
and
ardour
the
tumultuous
passions
of
Mr.
Joseph
might
have
led
him
,
if
Isidor
the
valet
had
not
made
his
reappearance
at
this
minute
,
and
begun
to
busy
himself
about
the
domestic
affairs
.
Jos
,
who
was
just
going
to
gasp
out
an
avowal
,
choked
almost
with
the
emotion
that
he
was
obliged
to
restrain
.
Rebecca
too
bethought
her
that
it
was
time
she
should
go
in
and
comfort
her
dearest
Amelia
.
"
Au
revoir
,
"
she
said
,
kissing
her
hand
to
Mr.
Joseph
,
and
tapped
gently
at
the
door
of
his
sister
's
apartment
.
As
she
entered
and
closed
the
door
on
herself
,
he
sank
down
in
a
chair
,
and
gazed
and
sighed
and
puffed
portentously
.
"
That
coat
is
very
tight
for
Milor
,
"
Isidor
said
,
still
having
his
eye
on
the
frogs
;
but
his
master
heard
him
not
:
his
thoughts
were
elsewhere
:
now
glowing
,
maddening
,
upon
the
contemplation
of
the
enchanting
Rebecca
:
anon
shrinking
guiltily
before
the
vision
of
the
jealous
Rawdon
Crawley
,
with
his
curling
,
fierce
mustachios
,
and
his
terrible
duelling
pistols
loaded
and
cocked
.
