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Miss
Rebecca
Sharp
to
Miss
Amelia
Sedley
.
I
have
not
written
to
my
beloved
Amelia
for
these
many
weeks
past
,
for
what
news
was
there
to
tell
of
the
sayings
and
doings
at
Humdrum
Hall
,
as
I
have
christened
it
;
and
what
do
you
care
whether
the
turnip
crop
is
good
or
bad
;
whether
the
fat
pig
weighed
thirteen
stone
or
fourteen
;
and
whether
the
beasts
thrive
well
upon
mangelwurzel
?
Every
day
since
I
last
wrote
has
been
like
its
neighbour
.
Before
breakfast
,
a
walk
with
Sir
Pitt
and
his
spud
;
after
breakfast
studies
(
such
as
they
are
)
in
the
schoolroom
;
after
schoolroom
,
reading
and
writing
about
lawyers
,
leases
,
coal-mines
,
canals
,
with
Sir
Pitt
(
whose
secretary
I
am
become
)
;
after
dinner
,
Mr.
Crawley
's
discourses
on
the
baronet
's
backgammon
;
during
both
of
which
amusements
my
lady
looks
on
with
equal
placidity
.
She
has
become
rather
more
interesting
by
being
ailing
of
late
,
which
has
brought
a
new
visitor
to
the
Hall
,
in
the
person
of
a
young
doctor
.
Well
,
my
dear
,
young
women
need
never
despair
.
The
young
doctor
gave
a
certain
friend
of
yours
to
understand
that
,
if
she
chose
to
be
Mrs.
Glauber
,
she
was
welcome
to
ornament
the
surgery
!
I
told
his
impudence
that
the
gilt
pestle
and
mortar
was
quite
ornament
enough
;
as
if
I
was
born
,
indeed
,
to
be
a
country
surgeon
's
wife
!
Mr.
Glauber
went
home
seriously
indisposed
at
his
rebuff
,
took
a
cooling
draught
,
and
is
now
quite
cured
.
Sir
Pitt
applauded
my
resolution
highly
;
he
would
be
sorry
to
lose
his
little
secretary
,
I
think
;
and
I
believe
the
old
wretch
likes
me
as
much
as
it
is
in
his
nature
to
like
any
one
.
Marry
,
indeed
!
and
with
a
country
apothecary
,
after
--
No
,
no
,
one
can
not
so
soon
forget
old
associations
,
about
which
I
will
talk
no
more
.
Let
us
return
to
Humdrum
Hall
.
For
some
time
past
it
is
Humdrum
Hall
no
longer
.
My
dear
,
Miss
Crawley
has
arrived
with
her
fat
horses
,
fat
servants
,
fat
spaniel
--
the
great
rich
Miss
Crawley
,
with
seventy
thousand
pounds
in
the
five
per
cents.
,
whom
,
or
I
had
better
say
WHICH
,
her
two
brothers
adore
.
She
looks
very
apoplectic
,
the
dear
soul
;
no
wonder
her
brothers
are
anxious
about
her
.
You
should
see
them
struggling
to
settle
her
cushions
,
or
to
hand
her
coffee
!
"
When
I
come
into
the
country
,
"
she
says
(
for
she
has
a
great
deal
of
humour
)
,
"
I
leave
my
toady
,
Miss
Briggs
,
at
home
.
My
brothers
are
my
toadies
here
,
my
dear
,
and
a
pretty
pair
they
are
!
"
When
she
comes
into
the
country
our
hall
is
thrown
open
,
and
for
a
month
,
at
least
,
you
would
fancy
old
Sir
Walpole
was
come
to
life
again
.
We
have
dinner-parties
,
and
drive
out
in
the
coach-and-four
the
footmen
put
on
their
newest
canary-coloured
liveries
;
we
drink
claret
and
champagne
as
if
we
were
accustomed
to
it
every
day
.
We
have
wax
candles
in
the
schoolroom
,
and
fires
to
warm
ourselves
with
.
Lady
Crawley
is
made
to
put
on
the
brightest
pea-green
in
her
wardrobe
,
and
my
pupils
leave
off
their
thick
shoes
and
tight
old
tartan
pelisses
,
and
wear
silk
stockings
and
muslin
frocks
,
as
fashionable
baronets
'
daughters
should
.
Rose
came
in
yesterday
in
a
sad
plight
--
the
Wiltshire
sow
(
an
enormous
pet
of
hers
)
ran
her
down
,
and
destroyed
a
most
lovely
flowered
lilac
silk
dress
by
dancing
over
it
--
had
this
happened
a
week
ago
,
Sir
Pitt
would
have
sworn
frightfully
,
have
boxed
the
poor
wretch
's
ears
,
and
put
her
upon
bread
and
water
for
a
month
.
All
he
said
was
,
"
I
'll
serve
you
out
,
Miss
,
when
your
aunt
's
gone
,
"
and
laughed
off
the
accident
as
quite
trivial
.
Let
us
hope
his
wrath
will
have
passed
away
before
Miss
Crawley
's
departure
.
I
hope
so
,
for
Miss
Rose
's
sake
,
I
am
sure
.
What
a
charming
reconciler
and
peacemaker
money
is
!
Another
admirable
effect
of
Miss
Crawley
and
her
seventy
thousand
pounds
is
to
be
seen
in
the
conduct
of
the
two
brothers
Crawley
.
I
mean
the
baronet
and
the
rector
,
not
OUR
brothers
--
but
the
former
,
who
hate
each
other
all
the
year
round
,
become
quite
loving
at
Christmas
.
I
wrote
to
you
last
year
how
the
abominable
horse-racing
rector
was
in
the
habit
of
preaching
clumsy
sermons
at
us
at
church
,
and
how
Sir
Pitt
snored
in
answer
.
When
Miss
Crawley
arrives
there
is
no
such
thing
as
quarrelling
heard
of
--
the
Hall
visits
the
Rectory
,
and
vice
versa
--
the
parson
and
the
Baronet
talk
about
the
pigs
and
the
poachers
,
and
the
county
business
,
in
the
most
affable
manner
,
and
without
quarrelling
in
their
cups
,
I
believe
--
indeed
Miss
Crawley
wo
n't
hear
of
their
quarrelling
,
and
vows
that
she
will
leave
her
money
to
the
Shropshire
Crawleys
if
they
offend
her
.
If
they
were
clever
people
,
those
Shropshire
Crawleys
,
they
might
have
it
all
,
I
think
;
but
the
Shropshire
Crawley
is
a
clergyman
like
his
Hampshire
cousin
,
and
mortally
offended
Miss
Crawley
(
who
had
fled
thither
in
a
fit
of
rage
against
her
impracticable
brethren
)
by
some
strait-laced
notions
of
morality
.
He
would
have
prayers
in
the
house
,
I
believe
.
Our
sermon
books
are
shut
up
when
Miss
Crawley
arrives
,
and
Mr.
Pitt
,
whom
she
abominates
,
finds
it
convenient
to
go
to
town
.
On
the
other
hand
,
the
young
dandy
--
"
blood
,
"
I
believe
,
is
the
term
--
Captain
Crawley
makes
his
appearance
,
and
I
suppose
you
will
like
to
know
what
sort
of
a
person
he
is
.
Well
,
he
is
a
very
large
young
dandy
.
He
is
six
feet
high
,
and
speaks
with
a
great
voice
;
and
swears
a
great
deal
;
and
orders
about
the
servants
,
who
all
adore
him
nevertheless
;
for
he
is
very
generous
of
his
money
,
and
the
domestics
will
do
anything
for
him
.
