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"
Lady
Jane
can
play
,
sir
,
at
the
game
to
which
you
state
that
you
are
so
partial
,
"
Pitt
said
haughtily
.
But
she
waw
n't
stop
for
all
that
.
Naw
,
naw
,
goo
back
to
Mudbury
and
give
Mrs.
Rincer
a
benefit
;
or
drive
down
to
the
Rectory
and
ask
Buty
for
a
dinner
.
He
'll
be
charmed
to
see
you
,
you
know
;
he
's
so
much
obliged
to
you
for
gettin
'
the
old
woman
's
money
.
Ha
,
ha
!
Some
of
it
will
do
to
patch
up
the
Hall
when
I
'm
gone
.
"
"
I
perceive
,
sir
,
"
said
Pitt
with
a
heightened
voice
,
"
that
your
people
will
cut
down
the
timber
.
"
"
Yees
,
yees
,
very
fine
weather
,
and
seasonable
for
the
time
of
year
,
"
Sir
Pitt
answered
,
who
had
suddenly
grown
deaf
.
"
But
I
'm
gittin
'
old
,
Pitt
,
now
.
Law
bless
you
,
you
ai
n't
far
from
fifty
yourself
.
But
he
wears
well
,
my
pretty
Lady
Jane
,
do
n't
he
?
It
's
all
godliness
,
sobriety
,
and
a
moral
life
.
Look
at
me
,
I
'm
not
very
fur
from
fowr-score
--
he
,
he
"
;
and
he
laughed
,
and
took
snuff
,
and
leered
at
her
and
pinched
her
hand
.
Pitt
once
more
brought
the
conversation
back
to
the
timber
,
but
the
Baronet
was
deaf
again
in
an
instant
.
"
I
'm
gittin
'
very
old
,
and
have
been
cruel
bad
this
year
with
the
lumbago
.
I
sha
n't
be
here
now
for
long
;
but
I
'm
glad
ee
've
come
,
daughter-in-law
.
I
like
your
face
,
Lady
Jane
:
it
's
got
none
of
the
damned
high-boned
Binkie
look
in
it
;
and
I
'll
give
ee
something
pretty
,
my
dear
,
to
go
to
Court
in
.
"
And
he
shuffled
across
the
room
to
a
cupboard
,
from
which
he
took
a
little
old
case
containing
jewels
of
some
value
.
"
Take
that
,
"
said
he
,
"
my
dear
;
it
belonged
to
my
mother
,
and
afterwards
to
the
first
Lady
Binkie
.
Pretty
pearls
--
never
gave
'em
the
ironmonger
's
daughter
.
No
,
no
.
Take
'em
and
put
'em
up
quick
,
"
said
he
,
thrusting
the
case
into
his
daughter
's
hand
,
and
clapping
the
door
of
the
cabinet
to
,
as
Horrocks
entered
with
a
salver
and
refreshments
.
"
What
have
you
a
been
and
given
Pitt
's
wife
?
"
said
the
individual
in
ribbons
,
when
Pitt
and
Lady
Jane
had
taken
leave
of
the
old
gentleman
.
It
was
Miss
Horrocks
,
the
butler
's
daughter
--
the
cause
of
the
scandal
throughout
the
county
--
the
lady
who
reigned
now
almost
supreme
at
Queen
's
Crawley
.
The
rise
and
progress
of
those
Ribbons
had
been
marked
with
dismay
by
the
county
and
family
.
The
Ribbons
opened
an
account
at
the
Mudbury
Branch
Savings
Bank
;
the
Ribbons
drove
to
church
,
monopolising
the
pony-chaise
,
which
was
for
the
use
of
the
servants
at
the
Hall
.
The
domestics
were
dismissed
at
her
pleasure
.
The
Scotch
gardener
,
who
still
lingered
on
the
premises
,
taking
a
pride
in
his
walls
and
hot-houses
,
and
indeed
making
a
pretty
good
livelihood
by
the
garden
,
which
he
farmed
,
and
of
which
he
sold
the
produce
at
Southampton
,
found
the
Ribbons
eating
peaches
on
a
sunshiny
morning
at
the
south-wall
,
and
had
his
ears
boxed
when
he
remonstrated
about
this
attack
on
his
property
.
He
and
his
Scotch
wife
and
his
Scotch
children
,
the
only
respectable
inhabitants
of
Queen
's
Crawley
,
were
forced
to
migrate
,
with
their
goods
and
their
chattels
,
and
left
the
stately
comfortable
gardens
to
go
to
waste
,
and
the
flower-beds
to
run
to
seed
.
Poor
Lady
Crawley
's
rose-garden
became
the
dreariest
wilderness
.
Only
two
or
three
domestics
shuddered
in
the
bleak
old
servants
'
hall
.
The
stables
and
offices
were
vacant
,
and
shut
up
,
and
half
ruined
.
Sir
Pitt
lived
in
private
,
and
boozed
nightly
with
Horrocks
,
his
butler
or
house-steward
(
as
he
now
began
to
be
called
)
,
and
the
abandoned
Ribbons
.
The
times
were
very
much
changed
since
the
period
when
she
drove
to
Mudbury
in
the
spring-cart
and
called
the
small
tradesmen
"
Sir
.
"
It
may
have
been
shame
,
or
it
may
have
been
dislike
of
his
neighbours
,
but
the
old
Cynic
of
Queen
's
Crawley
hardly
issued
from
his
park-gates
at
all
now
.
He
quarrelled
with
his
agents
and
screwed
his
tenants
by
letter
.
His
days
were
passed
in
conducting
his
own
correspondence
;
the
lawyers
and
farm-bailiffs
who
had
to
do
business
with
him
could
not
reach
him
but
through
the
Ribbons
,
who
received
them
at
the
door
of
the
housekeeper
's
room
,
which
commanded
the
back
entrance
by
which
they
were
admitted
;
and
so
the
Baronet
's
daily
perplexities
increased
,
and
his
embarrassments
multiplied
round
him
.
