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"
Tell
her
that
she
does
not
know
all
:
Tell
her
that
I
am
innocent
,
dear
Pitt
,
"
she
whimpered
out
.
"
Upon-my
word
,
my
love
,
I
think
you
do
Mrs.
Crawley
injustice
,
"
Sir
Pitt
said
;
at
which
speech
Rebecca
was
vastly
relieved
.
"
Indeed
I
believe
her
to
be
--
"
"
To
be
what
?
"
cried
out
Lady
Jane
,
her
clear
voice
thrilling
and
,
her
heart
beating
violently
as
she
spoke
.
"
To
be
a
wicked
woman
--
a
heartless
mother
,
a
false
wife
?
She
never
loved
her
dear
little
boy
,
who
used
to
fly
here
and
tell
me
of
her
cruelty
to
him
.
She
never
came
into
a
family
but
she
strove
to
bring
misery
with
her
and
to
weaken
the
most
sacred
affections
with
her
wicked
flattery
and
falsehoods
.
She
has
deceived
her
husband
,
as
she
has
deceived
everybody
;
her
soul
is
black
with
vanity
,
worldliness
,
and
all
sorts
of
crime
.
I
tremble
when
I
touch
her
.
I
keep
my
children
out
of
her
sight
.
"
"
Lady
Jane
!
"
cried
Sir
Pitt
,
starting
up
,
"
this
is
really
language
--
"
"
I
have
been
a
true
and
faithful
wife
to
you
,
Sir
Pitt
,
"
Lady
Jane
continued
,
intrepidly
;
"
I
have
kept
my
marriage
vow
as
I
made
it
to
God
and
have
been
obedient
and
gentle
as
a
wife
should
.
But
righteous
obedience
has
its
limits
,
and
I
declare
that
I
will
not
bear
that
--
that
woman
again
under
my
roof
;
if
she
enters
it
,
I
and
my
children
will
leave
it
.
She
is
not
worthy
to
sit
down
with
Christian
people
.
You
--
you
must
choose
,
sir
,
between
her
and
me
"
;
and
with
this
my
Lady
swept
out
of
the
room
,
fluttering
with
her
own
audacity
,
and
leaving
Rebecca
and
Sir
Pitt
not
a
little
astonished
at
it
.
As
for
Becky
,
she
was
not
hurt
;
nay
,
she
was
pleased
.
"
It
was
the
diamond-clasp
you
gave
me
,
"
she
said
to
Sir
Pitt
,
reaching
him
out
her
hand
;
and
before
she
left
him
(
for
which
event
you
may
be
sure
my
Lady
Jane
was
looking
out
from
her
dressing-room
window
in
the
upper
story
)
the
Baronet
had
promised
to
go
and
seek
out
his
brother
,
and
endeavour
to
bring
about
a
reconciliation
.
Rawdon
found
some
of
the
young
fellows
of
the
regiment
seated
in
the
mess-room
at
breakfast
,
and
was
induced
without
much
difficulty
to
partake
of
that
meal
,
and
of
the
devilled
legs
of
fowls
and
soda-water
with
which
these
young
gentlemen
fortified
themselves
.
Then
they
had
a
conversation
befitting
the
day
and
their
time
of
life
:
about
the
next
pigeon-match
at
Battersea
,
with
relative
bets
upon
Ross
and
Osbaldiston
;
about
Mademoiselle
Ariane
of
the
French
Opera
,
and
who
had
left
her
,
and
how
she
was
consoled
by
Panther
Carr
;
and
about
the
fight
between
the
Butcher
and
the
Pet
,
and
the
probabilities
that
it
was
a
cross
.
Young
Tandyman
,
a
hero
of
seventeen
,
laboriously
endeavouring
to
get
up
a
pair
of
mustachios
,
had
seen
the
fight
,
and
spoke
in
the
most
scientific
manner
about
the
battle
and
the
condition
of
the
men
.
It
was
he
who
had
driven
the
Butcher
on
to
the
ground
in
his
drag
and
passed
the
whole
of
the
previous
night
with
him
.
Had
there
not
been
foul
play
he
must
have
won
it
.
All
the
old
files
of
the
Ring
were
in
it
;
and
Tandyman
would
n't
pay
;
no
,
dammy
,
he
would
n't
pay
.
It
was
but
a
year
since
the
young
Cornet
,
now
so
knowing
a
hand
in
Cribb
's
parlour
,
had
a
still
lingering
liking
for
toffy
,
and
used
to
be
birched
at
Eton
.
So
they
went
on
talking
about
dancers
,
fights
,
drinking
,
demireps
,
until
Macmurdo
came
down
and
joined
the
boys
and
the
conversation
.
He
did
not
appear
to
think
that
any
especial
reverence
was
due
to
their
boyhood
;
the
old
fellow
cut
in
with
stories
,
to
the
full
as
choice
as
any
the
youngest
rake
present
had
to
tell
--
nor
did
his
own
grey
hairs
nor
their
smooth
faces
detain
him
.
Old
Mac
was
famous
for
his
good
stories
.
He
was
not
exactly
a
lady
's
man
;
that
is
,
men
asked
him
to
dine
rather
at
the
houses
of
their
mistresses
than
of
their
mothers
.
There
can
scarcely
be
a
life
lower
,
perhaps
,
than
his
,
but
he
was
quite
contented
with
it
,
such
as
it
was
,
and
led
it
in
perfect
good
nature
,
simplicity
,
and
modesty
of
demeanour
.
By
the
time
Mac
had
finished
a
copious
breakfast
,
most
of
the
others
had
concluded
their
meal
.
