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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
?
"
When
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
heard
that
Rebecca
was
married
to
his
son
,
he
broke
out
into
a
fury
of
language
,
which
it
would
do
no
good
to
repeat
in
this
place
,
as
indeed
it
sent
poor
Briggs
shuddering
out
of
the
room
;
and
with
her
we
will
shut
the
door
upon
the
figure
of
the
frenzied
old
man
,
wild
with
hatred
and
insane
with
baffled
desire
One
day
after
he
went
to
Queen
's
Crawley
,
he
burst
like
a
madman
into
the
room
she
had
used
when
there
--
dashed
open
her
boxes
with
his
foot
,
and
flung
about
her
papers
,
clothes
,
and
other
relics
.
Miss
Horrocks
,
the
butler
's
daughter
,
took
some
of
them
.
The
children
dressed
themselves
and
acted
plays
in
the
others
.
It
was
but
a
few
days
after
the
poor
mother
had
gone
to
her
lonely
burying-place
;
and
was
laid
,
unwept
and
disregarded
,
in
a
vault
full
of
strangers
.
"
Suppose
the
old
lady
does
n't
come
to
,
"
Rawdon
said
to
his
little
wife
,
as
they
sate
together
in
the
snug
little
Brompton
lodgings
.
She
had
been
trying
the
new
piano
all
the
morning
.
The
new
gloves
fitted
her
to
a
nicety
;
the
new
shawls
became
her
wonderfully
;
the
new
rings
glittered
on
her
little
hands
,
and
the
new
watch
ticked
at
her
waist
;
"
suppose
she
do
n't
come
round
,
eh
,
Becky
?
"
"
I
'LL
make
your
fortune
,
"
she
said
;
and
Delilah
patted
Samson
's
cheek
.
"
You
can
do
anything
,
"
he
said
,
kissing
the
little
hand
.
"
By
Jove
you
can
;
and
we
'll
drive
down
to
the
Star
and
Garter
,
and
dine
,
by
Jove
.
"
