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"
I
'm
here
on
law
business
,
my
dear
,
and
that
's
how
it
happens
that
I
shall
have
the
pleasure
of
such
a
pretty
travelling
companion
to-morrow
.
"
"
He
's
always
at
law
business
,
"
said
Mrs.
Tinker
,
taking
up
the
pot
of
porter
.
"
Drink
and
drink
about
,
"
said
the
Baronet
.
"
Yes
;
my
dear
,
Tinker
is
quite
right
:
I
've
lost
and
won
more
lawsuits
than
any
man
in
England
.
Look
here
at
Crawley
,
Bart
.
v.
Snaffle
.
I
'll
throw
him
over
,
or
my
name
's
not
Pitt
Crawley
.
Podder
and
another
versus
Crawley
,
Bart
.
Overseers
of
Snaily
parish
against
Crawley
,
Bart
.
They
ca
n't
prove
it
's
common
:
I
'll
defy
'em
;
the
land
's
mine
.
It
no
more
belongs
to
the
parish
than
it
does
to
you
or
Tinker
here
.
I
'll
beat
'em
,
if
it
cost
me
a
thousand
guineas
.
Look
over
the
papers
;
you
may
if
you
like
,
my
dear
.
Do
you
write
a
good
hand
?
I
'll
make
you
useful
when
we
're
at
Queen
's
Crawley
,
depend
on
it
,
Miss
Sharp
.
Now
the
dowager
's
dead
I
want
some
one
.
"
"
She
was
as
bad
as
he
,
"
said
Tinker
.
"
She
took
the
law
of
every
one
of
her
tradesmen
;
and
turned
away
forty-eight
footmen
in
four
year
.
"
"
She
was
close
--
very
close
,
"
said
the
Baronet
,
simply
;
"
but
she
was
a
valyble
woman
to
me
,
and
saved
me
a
steward
.
"
--
And
in
this
confidential
strain
,
and
much
to
the
amusement
of
the
new-comer
,
the
conversation
continued
for
a
considerable
time
.
Whatever
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
's
qualities
might
be
,
good
or
bad
,
he
did
not
make
the
least
disguise
of
them
.
He
talked
of
himself
incessantly
,
sometimes
in
the
coarsest
and
vulgarest
Hampshire
accent
;
sometimes
adopting
the
tone
of
a
man
of
the
world
.
And
so
,
with
injunctions
to
Miss
Sharp
to
be
ready
at
five
in
the
morning
,
he
bade
her
good
night
.
"
You
'll
sleep
with
Tinker
to-night
,
"
he
said
;
"
it
's
a
big
bed
,
and
there
's
room
for
two
.
Lady
Crawley
died
in
it
.
Good
night
.
"
Sir
Pitt
went
off
after
this
benediction
,
and
the
solemn
Tinker
,
rushlight
in
hand
,
led
the
way
up
the
great
bleak
stone
stairs
,
past
the
great
dreary
drawing-room
doors
,
with
the
handles
muffled
up
in
paper
,
into
the
great
front
bedroom
,
where
Lady
Crawley
had
slept
her
last
.
The
bed
and
chamber
were
so
funereal
and
gloomy
,
you
might
have
fancied
,
not
only
that
Lady
Crawley
died
in
the
room
,
but
that
her
ghost
inhabited
it
.
Rebecca
sprang
about
the
apartment
,
however
,
with
the
greatest
liveliness
,
and
had
peeped
into
the
huge
wardrobes
,
and
the
closets
,
and
the
cupboards
,
and
tried
the
drawers
which
were
locked
,
and
examined
the
dreary
pictures
and
toilette
appointments
,
while
the
old
charwoman
was
saying
her
prayers
.
"
I
should
n't
like
to
sleep
in
this
yeer
bed
without
a
good
conscience
,
Miss
,
"
said
the
old
woman
.
"
There
's
room
for
us
and
a
half-dozen
of
ghosts
in
it
,
"
says
Rebecca
.
"
Tell
me
all
about
Lady
Crawley
and
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
,
and
everybody
,
my
DEAR
Mrs.
Tinker
.
"
But
old
Tinker
was
not
to
be
pumped
by
this
little
cross-questioner
;
and
signifying
to
her
that
bed
was
a
place
for
sleeping
,
not
conversation
,
set
up
in
her
corner
of
the
bed
such
a
snore
as
only
the
nose
of
innocence
can
produce
.
Rebecca
lay
awake
for
a
long
,
long
time
,
thinking
of
the
morrow
,
and
of
the
new
world
into
which
she
was
going
,
and
of
her
chances
of
success
there
.
The
rushlight
flickered
in
the
basin
.
The
mantelpiece
cast
up
a
great
black
shadow
,
over
half
of
a
mouldy
old
sampler
,
which
her
defunct
ladyship
had
worked
,
no
doubt
,
and
over
two
little
family
pictures
of
young
lads
,
one
in
a
college
gown
,
and
the
other
in
a
red
jacket
like
a
soldier
.
When
she
went
to
sleep
,
Rebecca
chose
that
one
to
dream
about
.
At
four
o'clock
,
on
such
a
roseate
summer
's
morning
as
even
made
Great
Gaunt
Street
look
cheerful
,
the
faithful
Tinker
,
having
wakened
her
bedfellow
,
and
bid
her
prepare
for
departure
,
unbarred
and
unbolted
the
great
hall
door
(
the
clanging
and
clapping
whereof
startled
the
sleeping
echoes
in
the
street
)
,
and
taking
her
way
into
Oxford
Street
,
summoned
a
coach
from
a
stand
there
.
