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Under
Mrs.
Firkin
's
orders
,
in
the
Park
Lane
establishment
,
was
a
young
woman
from
Hampshire
,
whose
business
it
was
,
among
other
duties
,
to
knock
at
Miss
Sharp
's
door
with
that
jug
of
hot
water
which
Firkin
would
rather
have
perished
than
have
presented
to
the
intruder
.
This
girl
,
bred
on
the
family
estate
,
had
a
brother
in
Captain
Crawley
's
troop
,
and
if
the
truth
were
known
,
I
daresay
it
would
come
out
that
she
was
aware
of
certain
arrangements
,
which
have
a
great
deal
to
do
with
this
history
.
At
any
rate
she
purchased
a
yellow
shawl
,
a
pair
of
green
boots
,
and
a
light
blue
hat
with
a
red
feather
with
three
guineas
which
Rebecca
gave
her
,
and
as
little
Sharp
was
by
no
means
too
liberal
with
her
money
,
no
doubt
it
was
for
services
rendered
that
Betty
Martin
was
so
bribed
.
On
the
second
day
after
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
's
offer
to
Miss
Sharp
,
the
sun
rose
as
usual
,
and
at
the
usual
hour
Betty
Martin
,
the
upstairs
maid
,
knocked
at
the
door
of
the
governess
's
bedchamber
.
No
answer
was
returned
,
and
she
knocked
again
.
Silence
was
still
uninterrupted
;
and
Betty
,
with
the
hot
water
,
opened
the
door
and
entered
the
chamber
.
The
little
white
dimity
bed
was
as
smooth
and
trim
as
on
the
day
previous
,
when
Betty
's
own
hands
had
helped
to
make
it
.
Two
little
trunks
were
corded
in
one
end
of
the
room
;
and
on
the
table
before
the
window
--
on
the
pincushion
the
great
fat
pincushion
lined
with
pink
inside
,
and
twilled
like
a
lady
's
nightcap
--
lay
a
letter
.
It
had
been
reposing
there
probably
all
night
.
Betty
advanced
towards
it
on
tiptoe
,
as
if
she
were
afraid
to
awake
it
--
looked
at
it
,
and
round
the
room
,
with
an
air
of
great
wonder
and
satisfaction
;
took
up
the
letter
,
and
grinned
intensely
as
she
turned
it
round
and
over
,
and
finally
carried
it
into
Miss
Briggs
's
room
below
.
How
could
Betty
tell
that
the
letter
was
for
Miss
Briggs
,
I
should
like
to
know
?
All
the
schooling
Betty
had
had
was
at
Mrs.
Bute
Crawley
's
Sunday
school
,
and
she
could
no
more
read
writing
than
Hebrew
.
"
La
,
Miss
Briggs
,
"
the
girl
exclaimed
,
"
O
,
Miss
,
something
must
have
happened
--
there
's
nobody
in
Miss
Sharp
's
room
;
the
bed
ai
n't
been
slep
in
,
and
she
've
run
away
,
and
left
this
letter
for
you
,
Miss.
.
"
"
WHAT
!
"
cries
Briggs
,
dropping
her
comb
,
the
thin
wisp
of
faded
hair
falling
over
her
shoulders
;
"
an
elopement
!
Miss
Sharp
a
fugitive
!
What
,
what
is
this
?
"
and
she
eagerly
broke
the
neat
seal
,
and
,
as
they
say
,
"
devoured
the
contents
"
of
the
letter
addressed
to
her
.
Dear
Miss
Briggs
[
the
refugee
wrote
]
,
the
kindest
heart
in
the
world
,
as
yours
is
,
will
pity
and
sympathise
with
me
and
excuse
me
.
With
tears
,
and
prayers
,
and
blessings
,
I
leave
the
home
where
the
poor
orphan
has
ever
met
with
kindness
and
affection
.
Claims
even
superior
to
those
of
my
benefactress
call
me
hence
.
I
go
to
my
duty
--
to
my
HUSBAND
.
Yes
,
I
am
married
.
My
husband
COMMANDS
me
to
seek
the
HUMBLE
HOME
which
we
call
ours
.
Dearest
Miss
Briggs
,
break
the
news
as
your
delicate
sympathy
will
know
how
to
do
it
--
to
my
dear
,
my
beloved
friend
and
benefactress
.
Tell
her
,
ere
I
went
,
I
shed
tears
on
her
dear
pillow
--
that
pillow
that
I
have
so
often
soothed
in
sickness
--
that
I
long
AGAIN
to
watch
--
Oh
,
with
what
joy
shall
I
return
to
dear
Park
Lane
!
How
I
tremble
for
the
answer
which
is
to
SEAL
MY
FATE
!
When
Sir
Pitt
deigned
to
offer
me
his
hand
,
an
honour
of
which
my
beloved
Miss
Crawley
said
I
was
DESERVING
(
my
blessings
go
with
her
for
judging
the
poor
orphan
worthy
to
be
HER
SISTER
!
)
I
told
Sir
Pitt
that
I
was
already
A
WIFE
.
Even
he
forgave
me
.
But
my
courage
failed
me
,
when
I
should
have
told
him
all
--
that
I
could
not
be
his
wife
,
for
I
WAS
HIS
DAUGHTER
!
I
am
wedded
to
the
best
and
most
generous
of
men
--
Miss
Crawley
's
Rawdon
is
MY
Rawdon
.
