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She
and
her
father
left
the
Hall
when
the
latter
took
possession
of
the
Crawley
Arms
in
the
village
,
of
which
he
had
got
a
lease
from
Sir
Pitt
.
The
ex-butler
had
obtained
a
small
freehold
there
likewise
,
which
gave
him
a
vote
for
the
borough
.
The
Rector
had
another
of
these
votes
,
and
these
and
four
others
formed
the
representative
body
which
returned
the
two
members
for
Queen
's
Crawley
.
There
was
a
show
of
courtesy
kept
up
between
the
Rectory
and
the
Hall
ladies
,
between
the
younger
ones
at
least
,
for
Mrs.
Bute
and
Lady
Southdown
never
could
meet
without
battles
,
and
gradually
ceased
seeing
each
other
.
Her
Ladyship
kept
her
room
when
the
ladies
from
the
Rectory
visited
their
cousins
at
the
Hall
.
Perhaps
Mr.
Pitt
was
not
very
much
displeased
at
these
occasional
absences
of
his
mamma-in-law
.
He
believed
the
Binkie
family
to
be
the
greatest
and
wisest
and
most
interesting
in
the
world
,
and
her
Ladyship
and
his
aunt
had
long
held
ascendency
over
him
;
but
sometimes
he
felt
that
she
commanded
him
too
much
.
To
be
considered
young
was
complimentary
,
doubtless
,
but
at
six-and-forty
to
be
treated
as
a
boy
was
sometimes
mortifying
.
Lady
Jane
yielded
up
everything
,
however
,
to
her
mother
.
She
was
only
fond
of
her
children
in
private
,
and
it
was
lucky
for
her
that
Lady
Southdown
's
multifarious
business
,
her
conferences
with
ministers
,
and
her
correspondence
with
all
the
missionaries
of
Africa
,
Asia
,
and
Australasia
,
&
c.
,
occupied
the
venerable
Countess
a
great
deal
,
so
that
she
had
but
little
time
to
devote
to
her
granddaughter
,
the
little
Matilda
,
and
her
grandson
,
Master
Pitt
Crawley
.
The
latter
was
a
feeble
child
,
and
it
was
only
by
prodigious
quantities
of
calomel
that
Lady
Southdown
was
able
to
keep
him
in
life
at
all
.
As
for
Sir
Pitt
he
retired
into
those
very
apartments
where
Lady
Crawley
had
been
previously
extinguished
,
and
here
was
tended
by
Miss
Hester
,
the
girl
upon
her
promotion
,
with
constant
care
and
assiduity
.
What
love
,
what
fidelity
,
what
constancy
is
there
equal
to
that
of
a
nurse
with
good
wages
?
They
smooth
pillows
;
and
make
arrowroot
;
they
get
up
at
nights
;
they
bear
complaints
and
querulousness
;
they
see
the
sun
shining
out
of
doors
and
do
n't
want
to
go
abroad
;
they
sleep
on
arm-chairs
and
eat
their
meals
in
solitude
;
they
pass
long
long
evenings
doing
nothing
,
watching
the
embers
,
and
the
patient
's
drink
simmering
in
the
jug
;
they
read
the
weekly
paper
the
whole
week
through
;
and
Law
's
Serious
Call
or
the
Whole
Duty
of
Man
suffices
them
for
literature
for
the
year
--
and
we
quarrel
with
them
because
,
when
their
relations
come
to
see
them
once
a
week
,
a
little
gin
is
smuggled
in
in
their
linen
basket
.
Ladies
,
what
man
's
love
is
there
that
would
stand
a
year
's
nursing
of
the
object
of
his
affection
?
Whereas
a
nurse
will
stand
by
you
for
ten
pounds
a
quarter
,
and
we
think
her
too
highly
paid
.
At
least
Mr.
Crawley
grumbled
a
good
deal
about
paying
half
as
much
to
Miss
Hester
for
her
constant
attendance
upon
the
Baronet
his
father
.
Of
sunshiny
days
this
old
gentleman
was
taken
out
in
a
chair
on
the
terrace
--
the
very
chair
which
Miss
Crawley
had
had
at
Brighton
,
and
which
had
been
transported
thence
with
a
number
of
Lady
Southdown
's
effects
to
Queen
's
Crawley
.
Lady
Jane
always
walked
by
the
old
man
,
and
was
an
evident
favourite
with
him
.
He
used
to
nod
many
times
to
her
and
smile
when
she
came
in
,
and
utter
inarticulate
deprecatory
moans
when
she
was
going
away
.
When
the
door
shut
upon
her
he
would
cry
and
sob
--
whereupon
Hester
's
face
and
manner
,
which
was
always
exceedingly
bland
and
gentle
while
her
lady
was
present
,
would
change
at
once
,
and
she
would
make
faces
at
him
and
clench
her
fist
and
scream
out
"
Hold
your
tongue
,
you
stoopid
old
fool
,
"
and
twirl
away
his
chair
from
the
fire
which
he
loved
to
look
at
--
at
which
he
would
cry
more
.
For
this
was
all
that
was
left
after
more
than
seventy
years
of
cunning
,
and
struggling
,
and
drinking
,
and
scheming
,
and
sin
and
selfishness
--
a
whimpering
old
idiot
put
in
and
out
of
bed
and
cleaned
and
fed
like
a
baby
.
At
last
a
day
came
when
the
nurse
's
occupation
was
over
.
Early
one
morning
,
as
Pitt
Crawley
was
at
his
steward
's
and
bailiff
's
books
in
the
study
,
a
knock
came
to
the
door
,
and
Hester
presented
herself
,
dropping
a
curtsey
,
and
said
,
"
If
you
please
,
Sir
Pitt
,
Sir
Pitt
died
this
morning
,
Sir
Pitt
.
I
was
a-making
of
his
toast
,
Sir
Pitt
,
for
his
gruel
,
Sir
Pitt
,
which
he
took
every
morning
regular
at
six
,
Sir
Pitt
,
and
--
I
thought
I
heard
a
moan-like
,
Sir
Pitt
--
and
--
and
--
and
--
"
She
dropped
another
curtsey
.
What
was
it
that
made
Pitt
's
pale
face
flush
quite
red
?
Was
it
because
he
was
Sir
Pitt
at
last
,
with
a
seat
in
Parliament
,
and
perhaps
future
honours
in
prospect
?
"
I
'll
clear
the
estate
now
with
the
ready
money
,
"
he
thought
and
rapidly
calculated
its
incumbrances
and
the
improvements
which
he
would
make
.
He
would
not
use
his
aunt
's
money
previously
lest
Sir
Pitt
should
recover
and
his
outlay
be
in
vain
.
All
the
blinds
were
pulled
down
at
the
Hall
and
Rectory
:
the
church
bell
was
tolled
,
and
the
chancel
hung
in
black
;
and
Bute
Crawley
did
n't
go
to
a
coursing
meeting
,
but
went
and
dined
quietly
at
Fuddleston
,
where
they
talked
about
his
deceased
brother
and
young
Sir
Pitt
over
their
port
.
Miss
Betsy
,
who
was
by
this
time
married
to
a
saddler
at
Mudbury
,
cried
a
good
deal
.
The
family
surgeon
rode
over
and
paid
his
respectful
compliments
,
and
inquiries
for
the
health
of
their
ladyships
.
The
death
was
talked
about
at
Mudbury
and
at
the
Crawley
Arms
,
the
landlord
whereof
had
become
reconciled
with
the
Rector
of
late
,
who
was
occasionally
known
to
step
into
the
parlour
and
taste
Mr.
Horrocks
'
mild
beer
.
