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"
I
will
do
anything
that
may
give
pleasure
to
my
Lord
Steyne
or
to
you
,
"
said
Rebecca
,
sincerely
grateful
,
and
seating
herself
at
the
piano
,
began
to
sing
.
She
sang
religious
songs
of
Mozart
,
which
had
been
early
favourites
of
Lady
Steyne
,
and
with
such
sweetness
and
tenderness
that
the
lady
,
lingering
round
the
piano
,
sat
down
by
its
side
and
listened
until
the
tears
rolled
down
her
eyes
.
It
is
true
that
the
opposition
ladies
at
the
other
end
of
the
room
kept
up
a
loud
and
ceaseless
buzzing
and
talking
,
but
the
Lady
Steyne
did
not
hear
those
rumours
.
She
was
a
child
again
--
and
had
wandered
back
through
a
forty
years
'
wilderness
to
her
convent
garden
.
The
chapel
organ
had
pealed
the
same
tones
,
the
organist
,
the
sister
whom
she
loved
best
of
the
community
,
had
taught
them
to
her
in
those
early
happy
days
.
She
was
a
girl
once
more
,
and
the
brief
period
of
her
happiness
bloomed
out
again
for
an
hour
--
she
started
when
the
jarring
doors
were
flung
open
,
and
with
a
loud
laugh
from
Lord
Steyne
,
the
men
of
the
party
entered
full
of
gaiety
.
He
saw
at
a
glance
what
had
happened
in
his
absence
,
and
was
grateful
to
his
wife
for
once
.
He
went
and
spoke
to
her
,
and
called
her
by
her
Christian
name
,
so
as
again
to
bring
blushes
to
her
pale
face
--
"
My
wife
says
you
have
been
singing
like
an
angel
,
"
he
said
to
Becky
Now
there
are
angels
of
two
kinds
,
and
both
sorts
,
it
is
said
,
are
charming
in
their
way
.
Whatever
the
previous
portion
of
the
evening
had
been
,
the
rest
of
that
night
was
a
great
triumph
for
Becky
.
She
sang
her
very
best
,
and
it
was
so
good
that
every
one
of
the
men
came
and
crowded
round
the
piano
.
The
women
,
her
enemies
,
were
left
quite
alone
.
And
Mr.
Paul
Jefferson
Jones
thought
he
had
made
a
conquest
of
Lady
Gaunt
by
going
up
to
her
Ladyship
and
praising
her
delightful
friend
's
first-rate
singing
.
The
Muse
,
whoever
she
be
,
who
presides
over
this
Comic
History
must
now
descend
from
the
genteel
heights
in
which
she
has
been
soaring
and
have
the
goodness
to
drop
down
upon
the
lowly
roof
of
John
Sedley
at
Brompton
,
and
describe
what
events
are
taking
place
there
.
Here
,
too
,
in
this
humble
tenement
,
live
care
,
and
distrust
,
and
dismay
.
Mrs.
Clapp
in
the
kitchen
is
grumbling
in
secret
to
her
husband
about
the
rent
,
and
urging
the
good
fellow
to
rebel
against
his
old
friend
and
patron
and
his
present
lodger
.
Mrs.
Sedley
has
ceased
to
visit
her
landlady
in
the
lower
regions
now
,
and
indeed
is
in
a
position
to
patronize
Mrs.
Clapp
no
longer
.
How
can
one
be
condescending
to
a
lady
to
whom
one
owes
a
matter
of
forty
pounds
,
and
who
is
perpetually
throwing
out
hints
for
the
money
?
The
Irish
maidservant
has
not
altered
in
the
least
in
her
kind
and
respectful
behaviour
;
but
Mrs.
Sedley
fancies
that
she
is
growing
insolent
and
ungrateful
,
and
,
as
the
guilty
thief
who
fears
each
bush
an
officer
,
sees
threatening
innuendoes
and
hints
of
capture
in
all
the
girl
's
speeches
and
answers
.
Miss
Clapp
,
grown
quite
a
young
woman
now
,
is
declared
by
the
soured
old
lady
to
be
an
unbearable
and
impudent
little
minx
.
Why
Amelia
can
be
so
fond
of
her
,
or
have
her
in
her
room
so
much
,
or
walk
out
with
her
so
constantly
,
Mrs.
Sedley
can
not
conceive
.
The
bitterness
of
poverty
has
poisoned
the
life
of
the
once
cheerful
and
kindly
woman
.
She
is
thankless
for
Amelia
's
constant
and
gentle
bearing
towards
her
;
carps
at
her
for
her
efforts
at
kindness
or
service
;
rails
at
her
for
her
silly
pride
in
her
child
and
her
neglect
of
her
parents
.
Georgy
's
house
is
not
a
very
lively
one
since
Uncle
Jos
's
annuity
has
been
withdrawn
and
the
little
family
are
almost
upon
famine
diet
.
Amelia
thinks
,
and
thinks
,
and
racks
her
brain
,
to
find
some
means
of
increasing
the
small
pittance
upon
which
the
household
is
starving
.
Can
she
give
lessons
in
anything
?
paint
card-racks
?
do
fine
work
?
She
finds
that
women
are
working
hard
,
and
better
than
she
can
,
for
twopence
a
day
.
She
buys
a
couple
of
begilt
Bristol
boards
at
the
Fancy
Stationer
's
and
paints
her
very
best
upon
them
--
a
shepherd
with
a
red
waistcoat
on
one
,
and
a
pink
face
smiling
in
the
midst
of
a
pencil
landscape
--
a
shepherdess
on
the
other
,
crossing
a
little
bridge
,
with
a
little
dog
,
nicely
shaded
.
The
man
of
the
Fancy
Repository
and
Brompton
Emporium
of
Fine
Arts
(
of
whom
she
bought
the
screens
,
vainly
hoping
that
he
would
repurchase
them
when
ornamented
by
her
hand
)
can
hardly
hide
the
sneer
with
which
he
examines
these
feeble
works
of
art
.
He
looks
askance
at
the
lady
who
waits
in
the
shop
,
and
ties
up
the
cards
again
in
their
envelope
of
whitey-brown
paper
,
and
hands
them
to
the
poor
widow
and
Miss
Clapp
,
who
had
never
seen
such
beautiful
things
in
her
life
,
and
had
been
quite
confident
that
the
man
must
give
at
least
two
guineas
for
the
screens
.
They
try
at
other
shops
in
the
interior
of
London
,
with
faint
sickening
hopes
.
"
Do
n't
want
'em
,
"
says
one
.
"
Be
off
,
"
says
another
fiercely
.
Three-and-sixpence
has
been
spent
in
vain
--
the
screens
retire
to
Miss
Clapp
's
bedroom
,
who
persists
in
thinking
them
lovely
.
She
writes
out
a
little
card
in
her
neatest
hand
,
and
after
long
thought
and
labour
of
composition
,
in
which
the
public
is
informed
that
"
A
Lady
who
has
some
time
at
her
disposal
,
wishes
to
undertake
the
education
of
some
little
girls
,
whom
she
would
instruct
in
English
,
in
French
,
in
Geography
,
in
History
,
and
in
Music
--
address
A.
O.
,
at
Mr.
Brown
's
"
;
and
she
confides
the
card
to
the
gentleman
of
the
Fine
Art
Repository
,
who
consents
to
allow
it
to
lie
upon
the
counter
,
where
it
grows
dingy
and
fly-blown
.
Amelia
passes
the
door
wistfully
many
a
time
,
in
hopes
that
Mr.
Brown
will
have
some
news
to
give
her
,
but
he
never
beckons
her
in
.
When
she
goes
to
make
little
purchases
,
there
is
no
news
for
her
.
Poor
simple
lady
,
tender
and
weak
--
how
are
you
to
battle
with
the
struggling
violent
world
?
