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The
members
of
the
family
and
servants
of
the
house
kept
away
from
the
gloomy
spot
,
where
the
bones
of
the
descendant
of
an
ancient
line
of
knights
and
gentlemen
lay
,
awaiting
their
final
consignment
to
the
family
crypt
.
No
regrets
attended
them
,
save
those
of
the
poor
woman
who
had
hoped
to
be
Sir
Pitt
's
wife
and
widow
and
who
had
fled
in
disgrace
from
the
Hall
over
which
she
had
so
nearly
been
a
ruler
.
Beyond
her
and
a
favourite
old
pointer
he
had
,
and
between
whom
and
himself
an
attachment
subsisted
during
the
period
of
his
imbecility
,
the
old
man
had
not
a
single
friend
to
mourn
him
,
having
indeed
,
during
the
whole
course
of
his
life
,
never
taken
the
least
pains
to
secure
one
.
Could
the
best
and
kindest
of
us
who
depart
from
the
earth
have
an
opportunity
of
revisiting
it
,
I
suppose
he
or
she
(
assuming
that
any
Vanity
Fair
feelings
subsist
in
the
sphere
whither
we
are
bound
)
would
have
a
pang
of
mortification
at
finding
how
soon
our
survivors
were
consoled
.
And
so
Sir
Pitt
was
forgotten
--
like
the
kindest
and
best
of
us
--
only
a
few
weeks
sooner
.
Those
who
will
may
follow
his
remains
to
the
grave
,
whither
they
were
borne
on
the
appointed
day
,
in
the
most
becoming
manner
,
the
family
in
black
coaches
,
with
their
handkerchiefs
up
to
their
noses
,
ready
for
the
tears
which
did
not
come
;
the
undertaker
and
his
gentlemen
in
deep
tribulation
;
the
select
tenantry
mourning
out
of
compliment
to
the
new
landlord
;
the
neighbouring
gentry
's
carriages
at
three
miles
an
hour
,
empty
,
and
in
profound
affliction
;
the
parson
speaking
out
the
formula
about
"
our
dear
brother
departed
.
"
As
long
as
we
have
a
man
's
body
,
we
play
our
Vanities
upon
it
,
surrounding
it
with
humbug
and
ceremonies
,
laying
it
in
state
,
and
packing
it
up
in
gilt
nails
and
velvet
;
and
we
finish
our
duty
by
placing
over
it
a
stone
,
written
all
over
with
lies
.
Bute
's
curate
,
a
smart
young
fellow
from
Oxford
,
and
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
composed
between
them
an
appropriate
Latin
epitaph
for
the
late
lamented
Baronet
,
and
the
former
preached
a
classical
sermon
,
exhorting
the
survivors
not
to
give
way
to
grief
and
informing
them
in
the
most
respectful
terms
that
they
also
would
be
one
day
called
upon
to
pass
that
gloomy
and
mysterious
portal
which
had
just
closed
upon
the
remains
of
their
lamented
brother
.
Then
the
tenantry
mounted
on
horseback
again
,
or
stayed
and
refreshed
themselves
at
the
Crawley
Arms
.
Then
,
after
a
lunch
in
the
servants
'
hall
at
Queen
's
Crawley
,
the
gentry
's
carriages
wheeled
off
to
their
different
destinations
:
then
the
undertaker
's
men
,
taking
the
ropes
,
palls
,
velvets
,
ostrich
feathers
,
and
other
mortuary
properties
,
clambered
up
on
the
roof
of
the
hearse
and
rode
off
to
Southampton
.
Their
faces
relapsed
into
a
natural
expression
as
the
horses
,
clearing
the
lodge-gates
,
got
into
a
brisker
trot
on
the
open
road
;
and
squads
of
them
might
have
been
seen
,
speckling
with
black
the
public-house
entrances
,
with
pewter-pots
flashing
in
the
sunshine
.
Sir
Pitt
's
invalid
chair
was
wheeled
away
into
a
tool-house
in
the
garden
;
the
old
pointer
used
to
howl
sometimes
at
first
,
but
these
were
the
only
accents
of
grief
which
were
heard
in
the
Hall
of
which
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
,
Baronet
,
had
been
master
for
some
threescore
years
.
As
the
birds
were
pretty
plentiful
,
and
partridge
shooting
is
as
it
were
the
duty
of
an
English
gentleman
of
statesmanlike
propensities
,
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
,
the
first
shock
of
grief
over
,
went
out
a
little
and
partook
of
that
diversion
in
a
white
hat
with
crape
round
it
.
The
sight
of
those
fields
of
stubble
and
turnips
,
now
his
own
,
gave
him
many
secret
joys
.
Sometimes
,
and
with
an
exquisite
humility
,
he
took
no
gun
,
but
went
out
with
a
peaceful
bamboo
cane
;
Rawdon
,
his
big
brother
,
and
the
keepers
blazing
away
at
his
side
.
Pitt
's
money
and
acres
had
a
great
effect
upon
his
brother
.
The
penniless
Colonel
became
quite
obsequious
and
respectful
to
the
head
of
his
house
,
and
despised
the
milksop
Pitt
no
longer
.
Rawdon
listened
with
sympathy
to
his
senior
's
prospects
of
planting
and
draining
,
gave
his
advice
about
the
stables
and
cattle
,
rode
over
to
Mudbury
to
look
at
a
mare
,
which
he
thought
would
carry
Lady
Jane
,
and
offered
to
break
her
,
&
c.
:
the
rebellious
dragoon
was
quite
humbled
and
subdued
,
and
became
a
most
creditable
younger
brother
.
He
had
constant
bulletins
from
Miss
Briggs
in
London
respecting
little
Rawdon
,
who
was
left
behind
there
,
who
sent
messages
of
his
own
.
"
I
am
very
well
,
"
he
wrote
.
"
I
hope
you
are
very
well
.
I
hope
Mamma
is
very
well
.
The
pony
is
very
well
.
Grey
takes
me
to
ride
in
the
park
.
I
can
canter
.
I
met
the
little
boy
who
rode
before
.
He
cried
when
he
cantered
.
I
do
not
cry
.
"
Rawdon
read
these
letters
to
his
brother
and
Lady
Jane
,
who
was
delighted
with
them
.
The
Baronet
promised
to
take
charge
of
the
lad
at
school
,
and
his
kind-hearted
wife
gave
Rebecca
a
bank-note
,
begging
her
to
buy
a
present
with
it
for
her
little
nephew
.
One
day
followed
another
,
and
the
ladies
of
the
house
passed
their
life
in
those
calm
pursuits
and
amusements
which
satisfy
country
ladies
.
Bells
rang
to
meals
and
to
prayers
.
The
young
ladies
took
exercise
on
the
pianoforte
every
morning
after
breakfast
,
Rebecca
giving
them
the
benefit
of
her
instruction
.
Then
they
put
on
thick
shoes
and
walked
in
the
park
or
shrubberies
,
or
beyond
the
palings
into
the
village
,
descending
upon
the
cottages
,
with
Lady
Southdown
's
medicine
and
tracts
for
the
sick
people
there
.
Lady
Southdown
drove
out
in
a
pony-chaise
,
when
Rebecca
would
take
her
place
by
the
Dowager
's
side
and
listen
to
her
solemn
talk
with
the
utmost
interest
.
She
sang
Handel
and
Haydn
to
the
family
of
evenings
,
and
engaged
in
a
large
piece
of
worsted
work
,
as
if
she
had
been
born
to
the
business
and
as
if
this
kind
of
life
was
to
continue
with
her
until
she
should
sink
to
the
grave
in
a
polite
old
age
,
leaving
regrets
and
a
great
quantity
of
consols
behind
her
--
as
if
there
were
not
cares
and
duns
,
schemes
,
shifts
,
and
poverty
waiting
outside
the
park
gates
,
to
pounce
upon
her
when
she
issued
into
the
world
again
.
"
It
is
n't
difficult
to
be
a
country
gentleman
's
wife
,
"
Rebecca
thought
.
"
I
think
I
could
be
a
good
woman
if
I
had
five
thousand
a
year
.
I
could
dawdle
about
in
the
nursery
and
count
the
apricots
on
the
wall
.
I
could
water
plants
in
a
green-house
and
pick
off
dead
leaves
from
the
geraniums
.
I
could
ask
old
women
about
their
rheumatisms
and
order
half-a-crown
's
worth
of
soup
for
the
poor
.
I
should
n't
miss
it
much
,
out
of
five
thousand
a
year
.
I
could
even
drive
out
ten
miles
to
dine
at
a
neighbour
's
,
and
dress
in
the
fashions
of
the
year
before
last
.
I
could
go
to
church
and
keep
awake
in
the
great
family
pew
,
or
go
to
sleep
behind
the
curtains
,
with
my
veil
down
,
if
I
only
had
practice
.
I
could
pay
everybody
,
if
I
had
but
the
money
.
This
is
what
the
conjurors
here
pride
themselves
upon
doing
.
They
look
down
with
pity
upon
us
miserable
sinners
who
have
none
.
They
think
themselves
generous
if
they
give
our
children
a
five-pound
note
,
and
us
contemptible
if
we
are
without
one
.
"
And
who
knows
but
Rebecca
was
right
in
her
speculations
--
and
that
it
was
only
a
question
of
money
and
fortune
which
made
the
difference
between
her
and
an
honest
woman
?
If
you
take
temptations
into
account
,
who
is
to
say
that
he
is
better
than
his
neighbour
?
A
comfortable
career
of
prosperity
,
if
it
does
not
make
people
honest
,
at
least
keeps
them
so
.
An
alderman
coming
from
a
turtle
feast
will
not
step
out
of
his
carnage
to
steal
a
leg
of
mutton
;
but
put
him
to
starve
,
and
see
if
he
will
not
purloin
a
loaf
.
Becky
consoled
herself
by
so
balancing
the
chances
and
equalizing
the
distribution
of
good
and
evil
in
the
world
.
The
old
haunts
,
the
old
fields
and
woods
,
the
copses
,
ponds
,
and
gardens
,
the
rooms
of
the
old
house
where
she
had
spent
a
couple
of
years
seven
years
ago
,
were
all
carefully
revisited
by
her
.
She
had
been
young
there
,
or
comparatively
so
,
for
she
forgot
the
time
when
she
ever
WAS
young
--
but
she
remembered
her
thoughts
and
feelings
seven
years
back
and
contrasted
them
with
those
which
she
had
at
present
,
now
that
she
had
seen
the
world
,
and
lived
with
great
people
,
and
raised
herself
far
beyond
her
original
humble
station
.
