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Between
such
a
woman
and
her
brother-in-law
,
the
odious
Baronet
at
the
Hall
,
it
is
manifest
that
there
could
be
very
little
in
common
.
The
rupture
between
Bute
and
his
brother
Sir
Pitt
was
complete
;
indeed
,
between
Sir
Pitt
and
the
whole
county
,
to
which
the
old
man
was
a
scandal
.
His
dislike
for
respectable
society
increased
with
age
,
and
the
lodge-gates
had
not
opened
to
a
gentleman
's
carriage-wheels
since
Pitt
and
Lady
Jane
came
to
pay
their
visit
of
duty
after
their
marriage
.
That
was
an
awful
and
unfortunate
visit
,
never
to
be
thought
of
by
the
family
without
horror
.
Pitt
begged
his
wife
,
with
a
ghastly
countenance
,
never
to
speak
of
it
,
and
it
was
only
through
Mrs.
Bute
herself
,
who
still
knew
everything
which
took
place
at
the
Hall
,
that
the
circumstances
of
Sir
Pitt
's
reception
of
his
son
and
daughter-in-law
were
ever
known
at
all
.
As
they
drove
up
the
avenue
of
the
park
in
their
neat
and
well-appointed
carriage
,
Pitt
remarked
with
dismay
and
wrath
great
gaps
among
the
trees
--
his
trees
--
which
the
old
Baronet
was
felling
entirely
without
license
.
The
park
wore
an
aspect
of
utter
dreariness
and
ruin
.
The
drives
were
ill
kept
,
and
the
neat
carriage
splashed
and
floundered
in
muddy
pools
along
the
road
.
The
great
sweep
in
front
of
the
terrace
and
entrance
stair
was
black
and
covered
with
mosses
;
the
once
trim
flower-beds
rank
and
weedy
.
Shutters
were
up
along
almost
the
whole
line
of
the
house
;
the
great
hall-door
was
unbarred
after
much
ringing
of
the
bell
;
an
individual
in
ribbons
was
seen
flitting
up
the
black
oak
stair
,
as
Horrocks
at
length
admitted
the
heir
of
Queen
's
Crawley
and
his
bride
into
the
halls
of
their
fathers
.
He
led
the
way
into
Sir
Pitt
's
"
Library
,
"
as
it
was
called
,
the
fumes
of
tobacco
growing
stronger
as
Pitt
and
Lady
Jane
approached
that
apartment
,
"
Sir
Pitt
ai
n't
very
well
,
"
Horrocks
remarked
apologetically
and
hinted
that
his
master
was
afflicted
with
lumbago
.
The
library
looked
out
on
the
front
walk
and
park
.
Sir
Pitt
had
opened
one
of
the
windows
,
and
was
bawling
out
thence
to
the
postilion
and
Pitt
's
servant
,
who
seemed
to
be
about
to
take
the
baggage
down
.
"
Do
n't
move
none
of
them
trunks
,
"
he
cried
,
pointing
with
a
pipe
which
he
held
in
his
hand
.
"
It
's
only
a
morning
visit
,
Tucker
,
you
fool
.
Lor
,
what
cracks
that
off
hoss
has
in
his
heels
!
Ai
n't
there
no
one
at
the
King
's
Head
to
rub
'em
a
little
?
How
do
,
Pitt
?
How
do
,
my
dear
?
Come
to
see
the
old
man
,
hay
?
'
Gad
--
you
've
a
pretty
face
,
too
.
You
ai
n't
like
that
old
horse-godmother
,
your
mother
.
Come
and
give
old
Pitt
a
kiss
,
like
a
good
little
gal
.
"
The
embrace
disconcerted
the
daughter-in-law
somewhat
,
as
the
caresses
of
the
old
gentleman
,
unshorn
and
perfumed
with
tobacco
,
might
well
do
.
But
she
remembered
that
her
brother
Southdown
had
mustachios
,
and
smoked
cigars
,
and
submitted
to
the
Baronet
with
a
tolerable
grace
.
"
Pitt
has
got
vat
,
"
said
the
Baronet
,
after
this
mark
of
affection
.
"
Does
he
read
ee
very
long
zermons
,
my
dear
?
Hundredth
Psalm
,
Evening
Hymn
,
hay
Pitt
?
Go
and
get
a
glass
of
Malmsey
and
a
cake
for
my
Lady
Jane
,
Horrocks
,
you
great
big
booby
,
and
do
n't
stand
stearing
there
like
a
fat
pig
.
I
wo
n't
ask
you
to
stop
,
my
dear
;
you
'll
find
it
too
stoopid
,
and
so
should
I
too
along
a
Pitt
.
I
'm
an
old
man
now
,
and
like
my
own
ways
,
and
my
pipe
and
backgammon
of
a
night
.
"
"
I
can
play
at
backgammon
,
sir
,
"
said
Lady
Jane
,
laughing
.
"
I
used
to
play
with
Papa
and
Miss
Crawley
,
did
n't
I
,
Mr.
Crawley
?
"
