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I
am
writing
in
bed
.
Oh
I
have
such
a
headache
and
such
a
heartache
!
When
Rawdon
read
over
this
letter
,
he
turned
so
red
and
looked
so
savage
that
the
company
at
the
table
d'hote
easily
perceived
that
bad
news
had
reached
him
.
All
his
suspicions
,
which
he
had
been
trying
to
banish
,
returned
upon
him
.
She
could
not
even
go
out
and
sell
her
trinkets
to
free
him
.
She
could
laugh
and
talk
about
compliments
paid
to
her
,
whilst
he
was
in
prison
.
Who
had
put
him
there
?
Wenham
had
walked
with
him
.
Was
there
...
He
could
hardly
bear
to
think
of
what
he
suspected
.
Leaving
the
room
hurriedly
,
he
ran
into
his
own
--
opened
his
desk
,
wrote
two
hurried
lines
,
which
he
directed
to
Sir
Pitt
or
Lady
Crawley
,
and
bade
the
messenger
carry
them
at
once
to
Gaunt
Street
,
bidding
him
to
take
a
cab
,
and
promising
him
a
guinea
if
he
was
back
in
an
hour
.
In
the
note
he
besought
his
dear
brother
and
sister
,
for
the
sake
of
God
,
for
the
sake
of
his
dear
child
and
his
honour
,
to
come
to
him
and
relieve
him
from
his
difficulty
.
He
was
in
prison
,
he
wanted
a
hundred
pounds
to
set
him
free
--
he
entreated
them
to
come
to
him
.
He
went
back
to
the
dining-room
after
dispatching
his
messenger
and
called
for
more
wine
.
He
laughed
and
talked
with
a
strange
boisterousness
,
as
the
people
thought
.
Sometimes
he
laughed
madly
at
his
own
fears
and
went
on
drinking
for
an
hour
,
listening
all
the
while
for
the
carriage
which
was
to
bring
his
fate
back
.
At
the
expiration
of
that
time
,
wheels
were
heard
whirling
up
to
the
gate
--
the
young
janitor
went
out
with
his
gate-keys
.
It
was
a
lady
whom
he
let
in
at
the
bailiff
's
door
.
"
Colonel
Crawley
,
"
she
said
,
trembling
very
much
.
He
,
with
a
knowing
look
,
locked
the
outer
door
upon
her
--
then
unlocked
and
opened
the
inner
one
,
and
calling
out
,
"
Colonel
,
you
're
wanted
,
"
led
her
into
the
back
parlour
,
which
he
occupied
.
Rawdon
came
in
from
the
dining-parlour
where
all
those
people
were
carousing
,
into
his
back
room
;
a
flare
of
coarse
light
following
him
into
the
apartment
where
the
lady
stood
,
still
very
nervous
.
"
It
is
I
,
Rawdon
,
"
she
said
in
a
timid
voice
,
which
she
strove
to
render
cheerful
.
"
It
is
Jane
.
"
Rawdon
was
quite
overcome
by
that
kind
voice
and
presence
.
He
ran
up
to
her
--
caught
her
in
his
arms
--
gasped
out
some
inarticulate
words
of
thanks
and
fairly
sobbed
on
her
shoulder
.
She
did
not
know
the
cause
of
his
emotion
.
The
bills
of
Mr.
Moss
were
quickly
settled
,
perhaps
to
the
disappointment
of
that
gentleman
,
who
had
counted
on
having
the
Colonel
as
his
guest
over
Sunday
at
least
;
and
Jane
,
with
beaming
smiles
and
happiness
in
her
eyes
,
carried
away
Rawdon
from
the
bailiff
's
house
,
and
they
went
homewards
in
the
cab
in
which
she
had
hastened
to
his
release
.
"
Pitt
was
gone
to
a
parliamentary
dinner
,
"
she
said
,
"
when
Rawdon
's
note
came
,
and
so
,
dear
Rawdon
,
I
--
I
came
myself
"
;
and
she
put
her
kind
hand
in
his
.
Perhaps
it
was
well
for
Rawdon
Crawley
that
Pitt
was
away
at
that
dinner
.
Rawdon
thanked
his
sister
a
hundred
times
,
and
with
an
ardour
of
gratitude
which
touched
and
almost
alarmed
that
soft-hearted
woman
.
"
Oh
,
"
said
he
,
in
his
rude
,
artless
way
,
"
you
--
you
do
n't
know
how
I
'm
changed
since
I
've
known
you
,
and
--
and
little
Rawdy
.
I
--
I
'd
like
to
change
somehow
.
You
see
I
want
--
I
want
--
to
be
--
"
He
did
not
finish
the
sentence
,
but
she
could
interpret
it
.
And
that
night
after
he
left
her
,
and
as
she
sat
by
her
own
little
boy
's
bed
,
she
prayed
humbly
for
that
poor
way-worn
sinner
.
