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"
Tell
me
the
private
reasons
;
what
are
the
private
reasons
?
There
is
some
one
;
who
is
it
that
has
touched
your
heart
?
"
Rebecca
cast
down
her
eyes
,
and
owned
there
was
.
"
You
have
guessed
right
,
dear
lady
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
sweet
simple
faltering
voice
.
"
You
wonder
at
one
so
poor
and
friendless
having
an
attachment
,
do
n't
you
?
I
have
never
heard
that
poverty
was
any
safeguard
against
it
.
I
wish
it
were
.
"
"
My
poor
dear
child
,
"
cried
Miss
Crawley
,
who
was
always
quite
ready
to
be
sentimental
,
"
is
our
passion
unrequited
,
then
?
Are
we
pining
in
secret
?
Tell
me
all
,
and
let
me
console
you
.
"
"
I
wish
you
could
,
dear
Madam
,
"
Rebecca
said
in
the
same
tearful
tone
.
"
Indeed
,
indeed
,
I
need
it
.
"
And
she
laid
her
head
upon
Miss
Crawley
's
shoulder
and
wept
there
so
naturally
that
the
old
lady
,
surprised
into
sympathy
,
embraced
her
with
an
almost
maternal
kindness
,
uttered
many
soothing
protests
of
regard
and
affection
for
her
,
vowed
that
she
loved
her
as
a
daughter
,
and
would
do
everything
in
her
power
to
serve
her
.
"
And
now
who
is
it
,
my
dear
?
Is
it
that
pretty
Miss
Sedley
's
brother
?
You
said
something
about
an
affair
with
him
.
I
'll
ask
him
here
,
my
dear
.
And
you
shall
have
him
:
indeed
you
shall
.
"
"
Do
n't
ask
me
now
,
"
Rebecca
said
.
"
You
shall
know
all
soon
.
Indeed
you
shall
.
Dear
kind
Miss
Crawley
--
dear
friend
,
may
I
say
so
?
"
"
That
you
may
,
my
child
,
"
the
old
lady
replied
,
kissing
her
.
"
I
ca
n't
tell
you
now
,
"
sobbed
out
Rebecca
,
"
I
am
very
miserable
.
But
O
!
love
me
always
--
promise
you
will
love
me
always
.
"
And
in
the
midst
of
mutual
tears
--
for
the
emotions
of
the
younger
woman
had
awakened
the
sympathies
of
the
elder
--
this
promise
was
solemnly
given
by
Miss
Crawley
,
who
left
her
little
protege
,
blessing
and
admiring
her
as
a
dear
,
artless
,
tender-hearted
,
affectionate
,
incomprehensible
creature
.
And
now
she
was
left
alone
to
think
over
the
sudden
and
wonderful
events
of
the
day
,
and
of
what
had
been
and
what
might
have
been
.
What
think
you
were
the
private
feelings
of
Miss
,
no
(
begging
her
pardon
)
of
Mrs.
Rebecca
?
If
,
a
few
pages
back
,
the
present
writer
claimed
the
privilege
of
peeping
into
Miss
Amelia
Sedley
's
bedroom
,
and
understanding
with
the
omniscience
of
the
novelist
all
the
gentle
pains
and
passions
which
were
tossing
upon
that
innocent
pillow
,
why
should
he
not
declare
himself
to
be
Rebecca
's
confidante
too
,
master
of
her
secrets
,
and
seal-keeper
of
that
young
woman
's
conscience
?
Well
,
then
,
in
the
first
place
,
Rebecca
gave
way
to
some
very
sincere
and
touching
regrets
that
a
piece
of
marvellous
good
fortune
should
have
been
so
near
her
,
and
she
actually
obliged
to
decline
it
.
In
this
natural
emotion
every
properly
regulated
mind
will
certainly
share
.
