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Lady
Jane
blushed
very
much
,
and
said
"
that
she
did
not
understand
politics
,
which
she
left
to
wiser
heads
than
hers
;
but
though
Mamma
was
,
no
doubt
,
correct
,
Mr.
Crawley
had
spoken
beautifully
.
"
And
when
the
ladies
were
retiring
at
the
conclusion
of
their
visit
,
Miss
Crawley
hoped
"
Lady
Southdown
would
be
so
kind
as
to
send
her
Lady
Jane
sometimes
,
if
she
could
be
spared
to
come
down
and
console
a
poor
sick
lonely
old
woman
.
"
This
promise
was
graciously
accorded
,
and
they
separated
upon
great
terms
of
amity
.
"
Do
n't
let
Lady
Southdown
come
again
,
Pitt
,
"
said
the
old
lady
.
"
She
is
stupid
and
pompous
,
like
all
your
mother
's
family
,
whom
I
never
could
endure
.
But
bring
that
nice
good-natured
little
Jane
as
often
as
ever
you
please
.
"
Pitt
promised
that
he
would
do
so
.
He
did
not
tell
the
Countess
of
Southdown
what
opinion
his
aunt
had
formed
of
her
Ladyship
,
who
,
on
the
contrary
,
thought
that
she
had
made
a
most
delightful
and
majestic
impression
on
Miss
Crawley
.
And
so
,
nothing
loth
to
comfort
a
sick
lady
,
and
perhaps
not
sorry
in
her
heart
to
be
freed
now
and
again
from
the
dreary
spouting
of
the
Reverend
Bartholomew
Irons
,
and
the
serious
toadies
who
gathered
round
the
footstool
of
the
pompous
Countess
,
her
mamma
,
Lady
Jane
became
a
pretty
constant
visitor
to
Miss
Crawley
,
accompanied
her
in
her
drives
,
and
solaced
many
of
her
evenings
.
She
was
so
naturally
good
and
soft
,
that
even
Firkin
was
not
jealous
of
her
;
and
the
gentle
Briggs
thought
her
friend
was
less
cruel
to
her
when
kind
Lady
Jane
was
by
.
Towards
her
Ladyship
Miss
Crawley
's
manners
were
charming
.
The
old
spinster
told
her
a
thousand
anecdotes
about
her
youth
,
talking
to
her
in
a
very
different
strain
from
that
in
which
she
had
been
accustomed
to
converse
with
the
godless
little
Rebecca
;
for
there
was
that
in
Lady
Jane
's
innocence
which
rendered
light
talking
impertinence
before
her
,
and
Miss
Crawley
was
too
much
of
a
gentlewoman
to
offend
such
purity
.
The
young
lady
herself
had
never
received
kindness
except
from
this
old
spinster
,
and
her
brother
and
father
:
and
she
repaid
Miss
Crawley
's
engoument
by
artless
sweetness
and
friendship
.
In
the
autumn
evenings
(
when
Rebecca
was
flaunting
at
Paris
,
the
gayest
among
the
gay
conquerors
there
,
and
our
Amelia
,
our
dear
wounded
Amelia
,
ah
!
where
was
she
?
)
Lady
Jane
would
be
sitting
in
Miss
Crawley
's
drawing-room
singing
sweetly
to
her
,
in
the
twilight
,
her
little
simple
songs
and
hymns
,
while
the
sun
was
setting
and
the
sea
was
roaring
on
the
beach
.
The
old
spinster
used
to
wake
up
when
these
ditties
ceased
,
and
ask
for
more
.
As
for
Briggs
,
and
the
quantity
of
tears
of
happiness
which
she
now
shed
as
she
pretended
to
knit
,
and
looked
out
at
the
splendid
ocean
darkling
before
the
windows
,
and
the
lamps
of
heaven
beginning
more
brightly
to
shine
--
who
,
I
say
can
measure
the
happiness
and
sensibility
of
Briggs
?
Pitt
meanwhile
in
the
dining-room
,
with
a
pamphlet
on
the
Corn
Laws
or
a
Missionary
Register
by
his
side
,
took
that
kind
of
recreation
which
suits
romantic
and
unromantic
men
after
dinner
.
He
sipped
Madeira
:
built
castles
in
the
air
:
thought
himself
a
fine
fellow
:
felt
himself
much
more
in
love
with
Jane
than
he
had
been
any
time
these
seven
years
,
during
which
their
liaison
had
lasted
without
the
slightest
impatience
on
Pitt
's
part
--
and
slept
a
good
deal
.
When
the
time
for
coffee
came
,
Mr.
Bowls
used
to
enter
in
a
noisy
manner
,
and
summon
Squire
Pitt
,
who
would
be
found
in
the
dark
very
busy
with
his
pamphlet
.
"
I
wish
,
my
love
,
I
could
get
somebody
to
play
piquet
with
me
,
"
Miss
Crawley
said
one
night
when
this
functionary
made
his
appearance
with
the
candles
and
the
coffee
.
"
Poor
Briggs
can
no
more
play
than
an
owl
,
she
is
so
stupid
"
(
the
spinster
always
took
an
opportunity
of
abusing
Briggs
before
the
servants
)
;
"
and
I
think
I
should
sleep
better
if
I
had
my
game
.
"
At
this
Lady
Jane
blushed
to
the
tips
of
her
little
ears
,
and
down
to
the
ends
of
her
pretty
fingers
;
and
when
Mr.
Bowls
had
quitted
the
room
,
and
the
door
was
quite
shut
,
she
said
:
"
Miss
Crawley
,
I
can
play
a
little
.
I
used
to
--
to
play
a
little
with
poor
dear
papa
.
"
