"And she refused Sir Pitt, my dear, dear Miss Crawley, prepare yourself

for it," Mrs. Bute said, "because--because she couldn't help herself."

"Of course there was a reason," Miss Crawley answered. "She liked

somebody else. I told Briggs so yesterday."

"LIKES somebody else!" Briggs gasped. "O my dear friend, she is

married already."

"Married already," Mrs. Bute chimed in; and both sate with clasped

hands looking from each other at their victim.

"Send her to me, the instant she comes in. The little sly wretch: how

dared she not tell me?" cried out Miss Crawley.

"She won't come in soon. Prepare yourself, dear friend--she's gone out

for a long time--she's--she's gone altogether."

"Gracious goodness, and who's to make my chocolate? Send for her and

have her back; I desire that she come back," the old lady said.

"She decamped last night, Ma'am," cried Mrs. Bute.

"She left a letter for me," Briggs exclaimed. "She's married to--"

"Prepare her, for heaven's sake. Don't torture her, my dear Miss

Briggs."

"She's married to whom?" cries the spinster in a nervous fury.

"To--to a relation of--"

"She refused Sir Pitt," cried the victim. "Speak at once. Don't drive

me mad."

"O Ma'am--prepare her, Miss Briggs--she's married to Rawdon Crawley."

"Rawdon married Rebecca--governess--nobod-- Get out of my house, you

fool, you idiot--you stupid old Briggs--how dare you? You're in the

plot--you made him marry, thinking that I'd leave my money from him--you

did, Martha," the poor old lady screamed in hysteric sentences.

"I, Ma'am, ask a member of this family to marry a drawing-master's

daughter?"

"Her mother was a Montmorency," cried out the old lady, pulling at the

bell with all her might.

"Her mother was an opera girl, and she has been on the stage or worse

herself," said Mrs. Bute.

Miss Crawley gave a final scream, and fell back in a faint. They were

forced to take her back to the room which she had just quitted. One fit

of hysterics succeeded another. The doctor was sent for--the

apothecary arrived. Mrs. Bute took up the post of nurse by her bedside.

"Her relations ought to be round about her," that amiable woman said.

She had scarcely been carried up to her room, when a new person arrived

to whom it was also necessary to break the news. This was Sir Pitt.

"Where's Becky?" he said, coming in. "Where's her traps? She's coming

with me to Queen's Crawley."

"Have you not heard the astonishing intelligence regarding her

surreptitious union?" Briggs asked.

"What's that to me?" Sir Pitt asked. "I know she's married. That

makes no odds. Tell her to come down at once, and not keep me."

"Are you not aware, sir," Miss Briggs asked, "that she has left our

roof, to the dismay of Miss Crawley, who is nearly killed by the

intelligence of Captain Rawdon's union with her?"




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