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Sir
Pitt
Crawley
was
a
philosopher
with
a
taste
for
what
is
called
low
life
.
His
first
marriage
with
the
daughter
of
the
noble
Binkie
had
been
made
under
the
auspices
of
his
parents
;
and
as
he
often
told
Lady
Crawley
in
her
lifetime
she
was
such
a
confounded
quarrelsome
high-bred
jade
that
when
she
died
he
was
hanged
if
he
would
ever
take
another
of
her
sort
,
at
her
ladyship
's
demise
he
kept
his
promise
,
and
selected
for
a
second
wife
Miss
Rose
Dawson
,
daughter
of
Mr.
John
Thomas
Dawson
,
ironmonger
,
of
Mudbury
.
What
a
happy
woman
was
Rose
to
be
my
Lady
Crawley
!
Let
us
set
down
the
items
of
her
happiness
.
In
the
first
place
,
she
gave
up
Peter
Butt
,
a
young
man
who
kept
company
with
her
,
and
in
consequence
of
his
disappointment
in
love
,
took
to
smuggling
,
poaching
,
and
a
thousand
other
bad
courses
.
Then
she
quarrelled
,
as
in
duty
bound
,
with
all
the
friends
and
intimates
of
her
youth
,
who
,
of
course
,
could
not
be
received
by
my
Lady
at
Queen
's
Crawley
--
nor
did
she
find
in
her
new
rank
and
abode
any
persons
who
were
willing
to
welcome
her
.
Who
ever
did
?
Sir
Huddleston
Fuddleston
had
three
daughters
who
all
hoped
to
be
Lady
Crawley
.
Sir
Giles
Wapshot
's
family
were
insulted
that
one
of
the
Wapshot
girls
had
not
the
preference
in
the
marriage
,
and
the
remaining
baronets
of
the
county
were
indignant
at
their
comrade
's
misalliance
.
Never
mind
the
commoners
,
whom
we
will
leave
to
grumble
anonymously
.
Sir
Pitt
did
not
care
,
as
he
said
,
a
brass
farden
for
any
one
of
them
.
He
had
his
pretty
Rose
,
and
what
more
need
a
man
require
than
to
please
himself
?
So
he
used
to
get
drunk
every
night
:
to
beat
his
pretty
Rose
sometimes
:
to
leave
her
in
Hampshire
when
he
went
to
London
for
the
parliamentary
session
,
without
a
single
friend
in
the
wide
world
.
Even
Mrs.
Bute
Crawley
,
the
Rector
's
wife
,
refused
to
visit
her
,
as
she
said
she
would
never
give
the
pas
to
a
tradesman
's
daughter
.
As
the
only
endowments
with
which
Nature
had
gifted
Lady
Crawley
were
those
of
pink
cheeks
and
a
white
skin
,
and
as
she
had
no
sort
of
character
,
nor
talents
,
nor
opinions
,
nor
occupations
,
nor
amusements
,
nor
that
vigour
of
soul
and
ferocity
of
temper
which
often
falls
to
the
lot
of
entirely
foolish
women
,
her
hold
upon
Sir
Pitt
's
affections
was
not
very
great
.
Her
roses
faded
out
of
her
cheeks
,
and
the
pretty
freshness
left
her
figure
after
the
birth
of
a
couple
of
children
,
and
she
became
a
mere
machine
in
her
husband
's
house
of
no
more
use
than
the
late
Lady
Crawley
's
grand
piano
.
Being
a
light-complexioned
woman
,
she
wore
light
clothes
,
as
most
blondes
will
,
and
appeared
,
in
preference
,
in
draggled
sea-green
,
or
slatternly
sky-blue
.
She
worked
that
worsted
day
and
night
,
or
other
pieces
like
it
.
She
had
counterpanes
in
the
course
of
a
few
years
to
all
the
beds
in
Crawley
.
She
had
a
small
flower-garden
,
for
which
she
had
rather
an
affection
;
but
beyond
this
no
other
like
or
disliking
.
When
her
husband
was
rude
to
her
she
was
apathetic
:
whenever
he
struck
her
she
cried
.
She
had
not
character
enough
to
take
to
drinking
,
and
moaned
about
,
slipshod
and
in
curl-papers
all
day
.
O
Vanity
Fair
--
Vanity
Fair
!
This
might
have
been
,
but
for
you
,
a
cheery
lass
--
Peter
Butt
and
Rose
a
happy
man
and
wife
,
in
a
snug
farm
,
with
a
hearty
family
;
and
an
honest
portion
of
pleasures
,
cares
,
hopes
and
struggles
--
but
a
title
and
a
coach
and
four
are
toys
more
precious
than
happiness
in
Vanity
Fair
:
and
if
Harry
the
Eighth
or
Bluebeard
were
alive
now
,
and
wanted
a
tenth
wife
,
do
you
suppose
he
could
not
get
the
prettiest
girl
that
shall
be
presented
this
season
?
The
languid
dulness
of
their
mamma
did
not
,
as
it
may
be
supposed
,
awaken
much
affection
in
her
little
daughters
,
but
they
were
very
happy
in
the
servants
'
hall
and
in
the
stables
;
and
the
Scotch
gardener
having
luckily
a
good
wife
and
some
good
children
,
they
got
a
little
wholesome
society
and
instruction
in
his
lodge
,
which
was
the
only
education
bestowed
upon
them
until
Miss
Sharp
came
.
Her
engagement
was
owing
to
the
remonstrances
of
Mr.
Pitt
Crawley
,
the
only
friend
or
protector
Lady
Crawley
ever
had
,
and
the
only
person
,
besides
her
children
,
for
whom
she
entertained
a
little
feeble
attachment
.
Mr.
Pitt
took
after
the
noble
Binkies
,
from
whom
he
was
descended
,
and
was
a
very
polite
and
proper
gentleman
.
When
he
grew
to
man
's
estate
,
and
came
back
from
Christchurch
,
he
began
to
reform
the
slackened
discipline
of
the
hall
,
in
spite
of
his
father
,
who
stood
in
awe
of
him
.
He
was
a
man
of
such
rigid
refinement
,
that
he
would
have
starved
rather
than
have
dined
without
a
white
neckcloth
.
Once
,
when
just
from
college
,
and
when
Horrocks
the
butler
brought
him
a
letter
without
placing
it
previously
on
a
tray
,
he
gave
that
domestic
a
look
,
and
administered
to
him
a
speech
so
cutting
,
that
Horrocks
ever
after
trembled
before
him
;
the
whole
household
bowed
to
him
:
Lady
Crawley
's
curl-papers
came
off
earlier
when
he
was
at
home
:
Sir
Pitt
's
muddy
gaiters
disappeared
;
and
if
that
incorrigible
old
man
still
adhered
to
other
old
habits
,
he
never
fuddled
himself
with
rum-and-water
in
his
son
's
presence
,
and
only
talked
to
his
servants
in
a
very
reserved
and
polite
manner
;
and
those
persons
remarked
that
Sir
Pitt
never
swore
at
Lady
Crawley
while
his
son
was
in
the
room
.
It
was
he
who
taught
the
butler
to
say
,
"
My
lady
is
served
,
"
and
who
insisted
on
handing
her
ladyship
in
to
dinner
.
He
seldom
spoke
to
her
,
but
when
he
did
it
was
with
the
most
powerful
respect
;
and
he
never
let
her
quit
the
apartment
without
rising
in
the
most
stately
manner
to
open
the
door
,
and
making
an
elegant
bow
at
her
egress
.
