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"
Good
God
!
is
she
dead
?
"
Sir
Pitt
said
with
a
voice
of
genuine
alarm
and
commiseration
.
"
I
wish
I
was
,
"
Rawdon
replied
.
"
If
it
was
n't
for
little
Rawdon
I
'd
have
cut
my
throat
this
morning
--
and
that
damned
villain
's
too
.
"
Sir
Pitt
instantly
guessed
the
truth
and
surmised
that
Lord
Steyne
was
the
person
whose
life
Rawdon
wished
to
take
.
The
Colonel
told
his
senior
briefly
,
and
in
broken
accents
,
the
circumstances
of
the
case
.
"
It
was
a
regular
plan
between
that
scoundrel
and
her
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
bailiffs
were
put
upon
me
;
I
was
taken
as
I
was
going
out
of
his
house
;
when
I
wrote
to
her
for
money
,
she
said
she
was
ill
in
bed
and
put
me
off
to
another
day
.
And
when
I
got
home
I
found
her
in
diamonds
and
sitting
with
that
villain
alone
.
"
He
then
went
on
to
describe
hurriedly
the
personal
conflict
with
Lord
Steyne
.
To
an
affair
of
that
nature
,
of
course
,
he
said
,
there
was
but
one
issue
,
and
after
his
conference
with
his
brother
,
he
was
going
away
to
make
the
necessary
arrangements
for
the
meeting
which
must
ensue
.
"
And
as
it
may
end
fatally
with
me
,
"
Rawdon
said
with
a
broken
voice
,
"
and
as
the
boy
has
no
mother
,
I
must
leave
him
to
you
and
Jane
,
Pitt
--
only
it
will
be
a
comfort
to
me
if
you
will
promise
me
to
be
his
friend
.
"
The
elder
brother
was
much
affected
,
and
shook
Rawdon
's
hand
with
a
cordiality
seldom
exhibited
by
him
.
Rawdon
passed
his
hand
over
his
shaggy
eyebrows
.
"
Thank
you
,
brother
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
know
I
can
trust
your
word
.
"
"
I
will
,
upon
my
honour
,
"
the
Baronet
said
.
And
thus
,
and
almost
mutely
,
this
bargain
was
struck
between
them
.
Then
Rawdon
took
out
of
his
pocket
the
little
pocket-book
which
he
had
discovered
in
Becky
's
desk
,
and
from
which
he
drew
a
bundle
of
the
notes
which
it
contained
.
"
Here
's
six
hundred
,
"
he
said
--
"
you
did
n't
know
I
was
so
rich
.
I
want
you
to
give
the
money
to
Briggs
,
who
lent
it
to
us
--
and
who
was
kind
to
the
boy
--
and
I
've
always
felt
ashamed
of
having
taken
the
poor
old
woman
's
money
.
And
here
's
some
more
--
I
've
only
kept
back
a
few
pounds
--
which
Becky
may
as
well
have
,
to
get
on
with
.
"
As
he
spoke
he
took
hold
of
the
other
notes
to
give
to
his
brother
,
but
his
hands
shook
,
and
he
was
so
agitated
that
the
pocket-book
fell
from
him
,
and
out
of
it
the
thousand-pound
note
which
had
been
the
last
of
the
unlucky
Becky
's
winnings
.
Pitt
stooped
and
picked
them
up
,
amazed
at
so
much
wealth
.
"
Not
that
,
"
Rawdon
said
.
"
I
hope
to
put
a
bullet
into
the
man
whom
that
belongs
to
.
"
He
had
thought
to
himself
,
it
would
be
a
fine
revenge
to
wrap
a
ball
in
the
note
and
kill
Steyne
with
it
.
After
this
colloquy
the
brothers
once
more
shook
hands
and
parted
.
Lady
Jane
had
heard
of
the
Colonel
's
arrival
,
and
was
waiting
for
her
husband
in
the
adjoining
dining-room
,
with
female
instinct
,
auguring
evil
.
The
door
of
the
dining-room
happened
to
be
left
open
,
and
the
lady
of
course
was
issuing
from
it
as
the
two
brothers
passed
out
of
the
study
.
She
held
out
her
hand
to
Rawdon
and
said
she
was
glad
he
was
come
to
breakfast
,
though
she
could
perceive
,
by
his
haggard
unshorn
face
and
the
dark
looks
of
her
husband
,
that
there
was
very
little
question
of
breakfast
between
them
.
Rawdon
muttered
some
excuses
about
an
engagement
,
squeezing
hard
the
timid
little
hand
which
his
sister-in-law
reached
out
to
him
.
Her
imploring
eyes
could
read
nothing
but
calamity
in
his
face
,
but
he
went
away
without
another
word
.
Nor
did
Sir
Pitt
vouchsafe
her
any
explanation
.
The
children
came
up
to
salute
him
,
and
he
kissed
them
in
his
usual
frigid
manner
.
The
mother
took
both
of
them
close
to
herself
,
and
held
a
hand
of
each
of
them
as
they
knelt
down
to
prayers
,
which
Sir
Pitt
read
to
them
,
and
to
the
servants
in
their
Sunday
suits
or
liveries
,
ranged
upon
chairs
on
the
other
side
of
the
hissing
tea-urn
.
