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He
turned
red
and
started
back
from
her
with
a
look
of
great
alarm
and
horror
.
"
Do
not
look
so
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
am
not
guilty
,
Pitt
,
dear
Pitt
;
you
were
my
friend
once
.
Before
God
,
I
am
not
guilty
.
I
seem
so
.
Everything
is
against
me
.
And
oh
!
at
such
a
moment
!
just
when
all
my
hopes
were
about
to
be
realized
:
just
when
happiness
was
in
store
for
us
.
"
"
Is
this
true
,
what
I
see
in
the
paper
then
?
"
Sir
Pitt
said
--
a
paragraph
in
which
had
greatly
surprised
him
.
"
It
is
true
.
Lord
Steyne
told
me
on
Friday
night
,
the
night
of
that
fatal
ball
.
He
has
been
promised
an
appointment
any
time
these
six
months
.
Mr.
Martyr
,
the
Colonial
Secretary
,
told
him
yesterday
that
it
was
made
out
.
That
unlucky
arrest
ensued
;
that
horrible
meeting
.
I
was
only
guilty
of
too
much
devotedness
to
Rawdon
's
service
.
I
have
received
Lord
Steyne
alone
a
hundred
times
before
.
I
confess
I
had
money
of
which
Rawdon
knew
nothing
.
Do
n't
you
know
how
careless
he
is
of
it
,
and
could
I
dare
to
confide
it
to
him
?
"
And
so
she
went
on
with
a
perfectly
connected
story
,
which
she
poured
into
the
ears
of
her
perplexed
kinsman
.
It
was
to
the
following
effect
.
Becky
owned
,
and
with
prefect
frankness
,
but
deep
contrition
,
that
having
remarked
Lord
Steyne
's
partiality
for
her
(
at
the
mention
of
which
Pitt
blushed
)
,
and
being
secure
of
her
own
virtue
,
she
had
determined
to
turn
the
great
peer
's
attachment
to
the
advantage
of
herself
and
her
family
.
"
I
looked
for
a
peerage
for
you
,
Pitt
,
"
she
said
(
the
brother-in-law
again
turned
red
)
.
"
We
have
talked
about
it
.
Your
genius
and
Lord
Steyne
's
interest
made
it
more
than
probable
,
had
not
this
dreadful
calamity
come
to
put
an
end
to
all
our
hopes
.
But
,
first
,
I
own
that
it
was
my
object
to
rescue
my
dear
husband
--
him
whom
I
love
in
spite
of
all
his
ill
usage
and
suspicions
of
me
--
to
remove
him
from
the
poverty
and
ruin
which
was
impending
over
us
.
I
saw
Lord
Steyne
's
partiality
for
me
,
"
she
said
,
casting
down
her
eyes
.
"
I
own
that
I
did
everything
in
my
power
to
make
myself
pleasing
to
him
,
and
as
far
as
an
honest
woman
may
,
to
secure
his
--
his
esteem
.
It
was
only
on
Friday
morning
that
the
news
arrived
of
the
death
of
the
Governor
of
Coventry
Island
,
and
my
Lord
instantly
secured
the
appointment
for
my
dear
husband
.
It
was
intended
as
a
surprise
for
him
--
he
was
to
see
it
in
the
papers
to-day
.
Even
after
that
horrid
arrest
took
place
(
the
expenses
of
which
Lord
Steyne
generously
said
he
would
settle
,
so
that
I
was
in
a
manner
prevented
from
coming
to
my
husband
's
assistance
)
,
my
Lord
was
laughing
with
me
,
and
saying
that
my
dearest
Rawdon
would
be
consoled
when
he
read
of
his
appointment
in
the
paper
,
in
that
shocking
spun
--
bailiff
's
house
.
And
then
--
then
he
came
home
.
His
suspicions
were
excited
--
the
dreadful
scene
took
place
between
my
Lord
and
my
cruel
,
cruel
Rawdon
--
and
,
O
my
God
,
what
will
happen
next
?
Pitt
,
dear
Pitt
!
pity
me
,
and
reconcile
us
!
"
And
as
she
spoke
she
flung
herself
down
on
her
knees
,
and
bursting
into
tears
,
seized
hold
of
Pitt
's
hand
,
which
she
kissed
passionately
.
It
was
in
this
very
attitude
that
Lady
Jane
,
who
,
returning
from
church
,
ran
to
her
husband
's
room
directly
she
heard
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
was
closeted
there
,
found
the
Baronet
and
his
sister-in-law
.
"
I
am
surprised
that
woman
has
the
audacity
to
enter
this
house
,
"
Lady
Jane
said
,
trembling
in
every
limb
and
turning
quite
pale
.
(
Her
Ladyship
had
sent
out
her
maid
directly
after
breakfast
,
who
had
communicated
with
Raggles
and
Rawdon
Crawley
's
household
,
who
had
told
her
all
,
and
a
great
deal
more
than
they
knew
,
of
that
story
,
and
many
others
besides
)
.
"
How
dare
Mrs.
Crawley
to
enter
the
house
of
--
of
an
honest
family
?
"
Sir
Pitt
started
back
,
amazed
at
his
wife
's
display
of
vigour
.
Becky
still
kept
her
kneeling
posture
and
clung
to
Sir
Pitt
's
hand
.
