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We
had
but
one
candle
lighted
,
but
it
was
in
a
magnificent
old
silver
candlestick
,
and
after
a
very
few
questions
from
my
lady
,
I
had
my
choice
of
amusement
between
a
volume
of
sermons
,
and
a
pamphlet
on
the
corn-laws
,
which
Mr.
Crawley
had
been
reading
before
dinner
.
So
we
sat
for
an
hour
until
steps
were
heard
.
"
Put
away
the
cards
,
girls
,
"
cried
my
lady
,
in
a
great
tremor
;
"
put
down
Mr.
Crawley
's
books
,
Miss
Sharp
"
;
and
these
orders
had
been
scarcely
obeyed
,
when
Mr.
Crawley
entered
the
room
.
"
We
will
resume
yesterday
's
discourse
,
young
ladies
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
you
shall
each
read
a
page
by
turns
;
so
that
Miss
a
--
Miss
Short
may
have
an
opportunity
of
hearing
you
"
;
and
the
poor
girls
began
to
spell
a
long
dismal
sermon
delivered
at
Bethesda
Chapel
,
Liverpool
,
on
behalf
of
the
mission
for
the
Chickasaw
Indians
.
Was
it
not
a
charming
evening
?
At
ten
the
servants
were
told
to
call
Sir
Pitt
and
the
household
to
prayers
.
Sir
Pitt
came
in
first
,
very
much
flushed
,
and
rather
unsteady
in
his
gait
;
and
after
him
the
butler
,
the
canaries
,
Mr.
Crawley
's
man
,
three
other
men
,
smelling
very
much
of
the
stable
,
and
four
women
,
one
of
whom
,
I
remarked
,
was
very
much
overdressed
,
and
who
flung
me
a
look
of
great
scorn
as
she
plumped
down
on
her
knees
.
After
Mr.
Crawley
had
done
haranguing
and
expounding
,
we
received
our
candles
,
and
then
we
went
to
bed
;
and
then
I
was
disturbed
in
my
writing
,
as
I
have
described
to
my
dearest
sweetest
Amelia
.
Good
night
.
A
thousand
,
thousand
,
thousand
kisses
!
Saturday
.
--
This
morning
,
at
five
,
I
heard
the
shrieking
of
the
little
black
pig
.
Rose
and
Violet
introduced
me
to
it
yesterday
;
and
to
the
stables
,
and
to
the
kennel
,
and
to
the
gardener
,
who
was
picking
fruit
to
send
to
market
,
and
from
whom
they
begged
hard
a
bunch
of
hot-house
grapes
;
but
he
said
that
Sir
Pitt
had
numbered
every
"
Man
Jack
"
of
them
,
and
it
would
be
as
much
as
his
place
was
worth
to
give
any
away
.
The
darling
girls
caught
a
colt
in
a
paddock
,
and
asked
me
if
I
would
ride
,
and
began
to
ride
themselves
,
when
the
groom
,
coming
with
horrid
oaths
,
drove
them
away
.
Lady
Crawley
is
always
knitting
the
worsted
.
Sir
Pitt
is
always
tipsy
,
every
night
;
and
,
I
believe
,
sits
with
Horrocks
,
the
butler
.
Mr.
Crawley
always
reads
sermons
in
the
evening
,
and
in
the
morning
is
locked
up
in
his
study
,
or
else
rides
to
Mudbury
,
on
county
business
,
or
to
Squashmore
,
where
he
preaches
,
on
Wednesdays
and
Fridays
,
to
the
tenants
there
.
