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Almost
every
day
brought
a
frank
from
the
Baronet
,
enclosing
the
most
urgent
prayers
to
Becky
for
her
return
,
or
conveying
pathetic
statements
to
Miss
Crawley
,
regarding
the
neglected
state
of
his
daughters
'
education
;
of
which
documents
Miss
Crawley
took
very
little
heed
.
Miss
Briggs
was
not
formally
dismissed
,
but
her
place
as
companion
was
a
sinecure
and
a
derision
;
and
her
company
was
the
fat
spaniel
in
the
drawing-room
,
or
occasionally
the
discontented
Firkin
in
the
housekeeper
's
closet
.
Nor
though
the
old
lady
would
by
no
means
hear
of
Rebecca
's
departure
,
was
the
latter
regularly
installed
in
office
in
Park
Lane
.
Like
many
wealthy
people
,
it
was
Miss
Crawley
's
habit
to
accept
as
much
service
as
she
could
get
from
her
inferiors
;
and
good-naturedly
to
take
leave
of
them
when
she
no
longer
found
them
useful
.
Gratitude
among
certain
rich
folks
is
scarcely
natural
or
to
be
thought
of
.
They
take
needy
people
's
services
as
their
due
.
Nor
have
you
,
O
poor
parasite
and
humble
hanger-on
,
much
reason
to
complain
!
Your
friendship
for
Dives
is
about
as
sincere
as
the
return
which
it
usually
gets
.
It
is
money
you
love
,
and
not
the
man
;
and
were
Croesus
and
his
footman
to
change
places
you
know
,
you
poor
rogue
,
who
would
have
the
benefit
of
your
allegiance
.
And
I
am
not
sure
that
,
in
spite
of
Rebecca
's
simplicity
and
activity
,
and
gentleness
and
untiring
good
humour
,
the
shrewd
old
London
lady
,
upon
whom
these
treasures
of
friendship
were
lavished
,
had
not
a
lurking
suspicion
all
the
while
of
her
affectionate
nurse
and
friend
.
It
must
have
often
crossed
Miss
Crawley
's
mind
that
nobody
does
anything
for
nothing
.
If
she
measured
her
own
feeling
towards
the
world
,
she
must
have
been
pretty
well
able
to
gauge
those
of
the
world
towards
herself
;
and
perhaps
she
reflected
that
it
is
the
ordinary
lot
of
people
to
have
no
friends
if
they
themselves
care
for
nobody
.
Well
,
meanwhile
Becky
was
the
greatest
comfort
and
convenience
to
her
,
and
she
gave
her
a
couple
of
new
gowns
,
and
an
old
necklace
and
shawl
,
and
showed
her
friendship
by
abusing
all
her
intimate
acquaintances
to
her
new
confidante
(
than
which
there
ca
n't
be
a
more
touching
proof
of
regard
)
,
and
meditated
vaguely
some
great
future
benefit
--
to
marry
her
perhaps
to
Clump
,
the
apothecary
,
or
to
settle
her
in
some
advantageous
way
of
life
;
or
at
any
rate
,
to
send
her
back
to
Queen
's
Crawley
when
she
had
done
with
her
,
and
the
full
London
season
had
begun
.
When
Miss
Crawley
was
convalescent
and
descended
to
the
drawing-room
,
Becky
sang
to
her
,
and
otherwise
amused
her
;
when
she
was
well
enough
to
drive
out
,
Becky
accompanied
her
.
And
amongst
the
drives
which
they
took
,
whither
,
of
all
places
in
the
world
,
did
Miss
Crawley
's
admirable
good-nature
and
friendship
actually
induce
her
to
penetrate
,
but
to
Russell
Square
,
Bloomsbury
,
and
the
house
of
John
Sedley
,
Esquire
.
Ere
that
event
,
many
notes
had
passed
,
as
may
be
imagined
,
between
the
two
dear
friends
.
During
the
months
of
Rebecca
's
stay
in
Hampshire
,
the
eternal
friendship
had
(
must
it
be
owned
?
)
suffered
considerable
diminution
,
and
grown
so
decrepit
and
feeble
with
old
age
as
to
threaten
demise
altogether
.
The
fact
is
,
both
girls
had
their
own
real
affairs
to
think
of
:
Rebecca
her
advance
with
her
employers
--
Amelia
her
own
absorbing
topic
.
When
the
two
girls
met
,
and
flew
into
each
other
's
arms
with
that
impetuosity
which
distinguishes
the
behaviour
of
young
ladies
towards
each
other
,
Rebecca
performed
her
part
of
the
embrace
with
the
most
perfect
briskness
and
energy
.
Poor
little
Amelia
blushed
as
she
kissed
her
friend
,
and
thought
she
had
been
guilty
of
something
very
like
coldness
towards
her
.
Their
first
interview
was
but
a
very
short
one
.
Amelia
was
just
ready
to
go
out
for
a
walk
.
Miss
Crawley
was
waiting
in
her
carriage
below
,
her
people
wondering
at
the
locality
in
which
they
found
themselves
,
and
gazing
upon
honest
Sambo
,
the
black
footman
of
Bloomsbury
,
as
one
of
the
queer
natives
of
the
place
.
But
when
Amelia
came
down
with
her
kind
smiling
looks
(
Rebecca
must
introduce
her
to
her
friend
,
Miss
Crawley
was
longing
to
see
her
,
and
was
too
ill
to
leave
her
carriage
)
--
when
,
I
say
,
Amelia
came
down
,
the
Park
Lane
shoulder-knot
aristocracy
wondered
more
and
more
that
such
a
thing
could
come
out
of
Bloomsbury
;
and
Miss
Crawley
was
fairly
captivated
by
the
sweet
blushing
face
of
the
young
lady
who
came
forward
so
timidly
and
so
gracefully
to
pay
her
respects
to
the
protector
of
her
friend
.
"
What
a
complexion
,
my
dear
!
What
a
sweet
voice
!
"
Miss
Crawley
said
,
as
they
drove
away
westward
after
the
little
interview
.
"
My
dear
Sharp
,
your
young
friend
is
charming
.
Send
for
her
to
Park
Lane
,
do
you
hear
?
"
Miss
Crawley
had
a
good
taste
.
She
liked
natural
manners
--
a
little
timidity
only
set
them
off
.
She
liked
pretty
faces
near
her
;
as
she
liked
pretty
pictures
and
nice
china
.
She
talked
of
Amelia
with
rapture
half
a
dozen
times
that
day
.
She
mentioned
her
to
Rawdon
Crawley
,
who
came
dutifully
to
partake
of
his
aunt
's
chicken
.
