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Before
the
house
of
Queen
's
Crawley
,
which
is
an
odious
old-fashioned
red
brick
mansion
,
with
tall
chimneys
and
gables
of
the
style
of
Queen
Bess
,
there
is
a
terrace
flanked
by
the
family
dove
and
serpent
,
and
on
which
the
great
hall-door
opens
.
And
oh
,
my
dear
,
the
great
hall
I
am
sure
is
as
big
and
as
glum
as
the
great
hall
in
the
dear
castle
of
Udolpho
.
It
has
a
large
fireplace
,
in
which
we
might
put
half
Miss
Pinkerton
's
school
,
and
the
grate
is
big
enough
to
roast
an
ox
at
the
very
least
.
Round
the
room
hang
I
do
n't
know
how
many
generations
of
Crawleys
,
some
with
beards
and
ruffs
,
some
with
huge
wigs
and
toes
turned
out
,
some
dressed
in
long
straight
stays
and
gowns
that
look
as
stiff
as
towers
,
and
some
with
long
ringlets
,
and
oh
,
my
dear
!
scarcely
any
stays
at
all
.
At
one
end
of
the
hall
is
the
great
staircase
all
in
black
oak
,
as
dismal
as
may
be
,
and
on
either
side
are
tall
doors
with
stags
'
heads
over
them
,
leading
to
the
billiard-room
and
the
library
,
and
the
great
yellow
saloon
and
the
morning-rooms
.
I
think
there
are
at
least
twenty
bedrooms
on
the
first
floor
;
one
of
them
has
the
bed
in
which
Queen
Elizabeth
slept
;
and
I
have
been
taken
by
my
new
pupils
through
all
these
fine
apartments
this
morning
.
They
are
not
rendered
less
gloomy
,
I
promise
you
,
by
having
the
shutters
always
shut
;
and
there
is
scarce
one
of
the
apartments
,
but
when
the
light
was
let
into
it
,
I
expected
to
see
a
ghost
in
the
room
.
We
have
a
schoolroom
on
the
second
floor
,
with
my
bedroom
leading
into
it
on
one
side
,
and
that
of
the
young
ladies
on
the
other
.
Then
there
are
Mr.
Pitt
's
apartments
--
Mr.
Crawley
,
he
is
called
--
the
eldest
son
,
and
Mr.
Rawdon
Crawley
's
rooms
--
he
is
an
officer
like
SOMEBODY
,
and
away
with
his
regiment
.
There
is
no
want
of
room
I
assure
you
.
You
might
lodge
all
the
people
in
Russell
Square
in
the
house
,
I
think
,
and
have
space
to
spare
.
Half
an
hour
after
our
arrival
,
the
great
dinner-bell
was
rung
,
and
I
came
down
with
my
two
pupils
(
they
are
very
thin
insignificant
little
chits
of
ten
and
eight
years
old
)
.
I
came
down
in
your
dear
muslin
gown
(
about
which
that
odious
Mrs.
Pinner
was
so
rude
,
because
you
gave
it
me
)
;
for
I
am
to
be
treated
as
one
of
the
family
,
except
on
company
days
,
when
the
young
ladies
and
I
are
to
dine
upstairs
.
Well
,
the
great
dinner-bell
rang
,
and
we
all
assembled
in
the
little
drawing-room
where
my
Lady
Crawley
sits
.
She
is
the
second
Lady
Crawley
,
and
mother
of
the
young
ladies
.
She
was
an
ironmonger
's
daughter
,
and
her
marriage
was
thought
a
great
match
.
She
looks
as
if
she
had
been
handsome
once
,
and
her
eyes
are
always
weeping
for
the
loss
of
her
beauty
.
She
is
pale
and
meagre
and
high-shouldered
,
and
has
not
a
word
to
say
for
herself
,
evidently
.
Her
stepson
Mr.
Crawley
,
was
likewise
in
the
room
.
He
was
in
full
dress
,
as
pompous
as
an
undertaker
.
He
is
pale
,
thin
,
ugly
,
silent
;
he
has
thin
legs
,
no
chest
,
hay-coloured
whiskers
,
and
straw-coloured
hair
.
He
is
the
very
picture
of
his
sainted
mother
over
the
mantelpiece
--
Griselda
of
the
noble
house
of
Binkie
.
"
This
is
the
new
governess
,
Mr.
Crawley
,
"
said
Lady
Crawley
,
coming
forward
and
taking
my
hand
.
"
Miss
Sharp
.
"
"
O
!
"
said
Mr.
Crawley
,
and
pushed
his
head
once
forward
and
began
again
to
read
a
great
pamphlet
with
which
he
was
busy
.
"
I
hope
you
will
be
kind
to
my
girls
,
"
said
Lady
Crawley
,
with
her
pink
eyes
always
full
of
tears
.
"
Law
,
Ma
,
of
course
she
will
,
"
said
the
eldest
:
and
I
saw
at
a
glance
that
I
need
not
be
afraid
of
THAT
woman
.
"
My
lady
is
served
,
"
says
the
butler
in
black
,
in
an
immense
white
shirt-frill
,
that
looked
as
if
it
had
been
one
of
the
Queen
Elizabeth
's
ruffs
depicted
in
the
hall
;
and
so
,
taking
Mr.
Crawley
's
arm
,
she
led
the
way
to
the
dining-room
,
whither
I
followed
with
my
little
pupils
in
each
hand
.
Sir
Pitt
was
already
in
the
room
with
a
silver
jug
.
He
had
just
been
to
the
cellar
,
and
was
in
full
dress
too
;
that
is
,
he
had
taken
his
gaiters
off
,
and
showed
his
little
dumpy
legs
in
black
worsted
stockings
.
The
sideboard
was
covered
with
glistening
old
plate
--
old
cups
,
both
gold
and
silver
;
old
salvers
and
cruet-stands
,
like
Rundell
and
Bridge
's
shop
.
