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Of
what
else
have
young
ladies
to
think
,
but
husbands
?
Of
what
else
do
their
dear
mammas
think
?
"
I
must
be
my
own
mamma
,
"
said
Rebecca
;
not
without
a
tingling
consciousness
of
defeat
,
as
she
thought
over
her
little
misadventure
with
Jos
Sedley
.
So
she
wisely
determined
to
render
her
position
with
the
Queen
's
Crawley
family
comfortable
and
secure
,
and
to
this
end
resolved
to
make
friends
of
every
one
around
her
who
could
at
all
interfere
with
her
comfort
.
As
my
Lady
Crawley
was
not
one
of
these
personages
,
and
a
woman
,
moreover
,
so
indolent
and
void
of
character
as
not
to
be
of
the
least
consequence
in
her
own
house
,
Rebecca
soon
found
that
it
was
not
at
all
necessary
to
cultivate
her
good
will
--
indeed
,
impossible
to
gain
it
.
She
used
to
talk
to
her
pupils
about
their
"
poor
mamma
"
;
and
,
though
she
treated
that
lady
with
every
demonstration
of
cool
respect
,
it
was
to
the
rest
of
the
family
that
she
wisely
directed
the
chief
part
of
her
attentions
.
With
the
young
people
,
whose
applause
she
thoroughly
gained
,
her
method
was
pretty
simple
.
She
did
not
pester
their
young
brains
with
too
much
learning
,
but
,
on
the
contrary
,
let
them
have
their
own
way
in
regard
to
educating
themselves
;
for
what
instruction
is
more
effectual
than
self-instruction
?
The
eldest
was
rather
fond
of
books
,
and
as
there
was
in
the
old
library
at
Queen
's
Crawley
a
considerable
provision
of
works
of
light
literature
of
the
last
century
,
both
in
the
French
and
English
languages
(
they
had
been
purchased
by
the
Secretary
of
the
Tape
and
Sealing
Wax
Office
at
the
period
of
his
disgrace
)
,
and
as
nobody
ever
troubled
the
book-shelves
but
herself
,
Rebecca
was
enabled
agreeably
,
and
,
as
it
were
,
in
playing
,
to
impart
a
great
deal
of
instruction
to
Miss
Rose
Crawley
.
She
and
Miss
Rose
thus
read
together
many
delightful
French
and
English
works
,
among
which
may
be
mentioned
those
of
the
learned
Dr.
Smollett
,
of
the
ingenious
Mr.
Henry
Fielding
,
of
the
graceful
and
fantastic
Monsieur
Crebillon
the
younger
,
whom
our
immortal
poet
Gray
so
much
admired
,
and
of
the
universal
Monsieur
de
Voltaire
.
Once
,
when
Mr.
Crawley
asked
what
the
young
people
were
reading
,
the
governess
replied
"
Smollett
.
"
"
Oh
,
Smollett
,
"
said
Mr.
Crawley
,
quite
satisfied
.
"
His
history
is
more
dull
,
but
by
no
means
so
dangerous
as
that
of
Mr.
Hume
.
It
is
history
you
are
reading
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Miss
Rose
;
without
,
however
,
adding
that
it
was
the
history
of
Mr.
Humphrey
Clinker
.
On
another
occasion
he
was
rather
scandalised
at
finding
his
sister
with
a
book
of
French
plays
;
but
as
the
governess
remarked
that
it
was
for
the
purpose
of
acquiring
the
French
idiom
in
conversation
,
he
was
fain
to
be
content
.
Mr.
Crawley
,
as
a
diplomatist
,
was
exceedingly
proud
of
his
own
skill
in
speaking
the
French
language
(
for
he
was
of
the
world
still
)
,
and
not
a
little
pleased
with
the
compliments
which
the
governess
continually
paid
him
upon
his
proficiency
.
Miss
Violet
's
tastes
were
,
on
the
contrary
,
more
rude
and
boisterous
than
those
of
her
sister
.
She
knew
the
sequestered
spots
where
the
hens
laid
their
eggs
.
She
could
climb
a
tree
to
rob
the
nests
of
the
feathered
songsters
of
their
speckled
spoils
.
And
her
pleasure
was
to
ride
the
young
colts
,
and
to
scour
the
plains
like
Camilla
.
She
was
the
favourite
of
her
father
and
of
the
stablemen
.
She
was
the
darling
,
and
withal
the
terror
of
the
cook
;
for
she
discovered
the
haunts
of
the
jam-pots
,
and
would
attack
them
when
they
were
within
her
reach
.
She
and
her
sister
were
engaged
in
constant
battles
.
Any
of
which
peccadilloes
,
if
Miss
Sharp
discovered
,
she
did
not
tell
them
to
Lady
Crawley
;
who
would
have
told
them
to
the
father
,
or
worse
,
to
Mr.
Crawley
;
but
promised
not
to
tell
if
Miss
Violet
would
be
a
good
girl
and
love
her
governess
.
With
Mr.
Crawley
Miss
Sharp
was
respectful
and
obedient
.
She
used
to
consult
him
on
passages
of
French
which
she
could
not
understand
,
though
her
mother
was
a
Frenchwoman
,
and
which
he
would
construe
to
her
satisfaction
:
and
,
besides
giving
her
his
aid
in
profane
literature
,
he
was
kind
enough
to
select
for
her
books
of
a
more
serious
tendency
,
and
address
to
her
much
of
his
conversation
.
She
admired
,
beyond
measure
,
his
speech
at
the
Quashimaboo-Aid
Society
;
took
an
interest
in
his
pamphlet
on
malt
:
was
often
affected
,
even
to
tears
,
by
his
discourses
of
an
evening
,
and
would
say
--
"
Oh
,
thank
you
,
sir
,
"
with
a
sigh
,
and
a
look
up
to
heaven
,
that
made
him
occasionally
condescend
to
shake
hands
with
her
.
"
Blood
is
everything
,
after
all
,
"
would
that
aristocratic
religionist
say
.
"
How
Miss
Sharp
is
awakened
by
my
words
,
when
not
one
of
the
people
here
is
touched
.
I
am
too
fine
for
them
--
too
delicate
.
I
must
familiarise
my
style
--
but
she
understands
it
.
Her
mother
was
a
Montmorency
.
"
