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Silly
,
romantic
Miss
Crawley
,
far
from
being
horrified
at
the
courage
of
her
favourite
,
always
used
to
pay
his
debts
after
his
duels
;
and
would
not
listen
to
a
word
that
was
whispered
against
his
morality
.
"
He
will
sow
his
wild
oats
,
"
she
would
say
,
"
and
is
worth
far
more
than
that
puling
hypocrite
of
a
brother
of
his
.
"
Besides
these
honest
folks
at
the
Hall
(
whose
simplicity
and
sweet
rural
purity
surely
show
the
advantage
of
a
country
life
over
a
town
one
)
,
we
must
introduce
the
reader
to
their
relatives
and
neighbours
at
the
Rectory
,
Bute
Crawley
and
his
wife
.
The
Reverend
Bute
Crawley
was
a
tall
,
stately
,
jolly
,
shovel-hatted
man
,
far
more
popular
in
his
county
than
the
Baronet
his
brother
.
At
college
he
pulled
stroke-oar
in
the
Christchurch
boat
,
and
had
thrashed
all
the
best
bruisers
of
the
"
town
.
"
He
carried
his
taste
for
boxing
and
athletic
exercises
into
private
life
;
there
was
not
a
fight
within
twenty
miles
at
which
he
was
not
present
,
nor
a
race
,
nor
a
coursing
match
,
nor
a
regatta
,
nor
a
ball
,
nor
an
election
,
nor
a
visitation
dinner
,
nor
indeed
a
good
dinner
in
the
whole
county
,
but
he
found
means
to
attend
it
.
You
might
see
his
bay
mare
and
gig-lamps
a
score
of
miles
away
from
his
Rectory
House
,
whenever
there
was
any
dinner-party
at
Fuddleston
,
or
at
Roxby
,
or
at
Wapshot
Hall
,
or
at
the
great
lords
of
the
county
,
with
all
of
whom
he
was
intimate
.
He
had
a
fine
voice
;
sang
"
A
southerly
wind
and
a
cloudy
sky
"
;
and
gave
the
"
whoop
"
in
chorus
with
general
applause
.
He
rode
to
hounds
in
a
pepper-and-salt
frock
,
and
was
one
of
the
best
fishermen
in
the
county
.
Mrs.
Crawley
,
the
rector
's
wife
,
was
a
smart
little
body
,
who
wrote
this
worthy
divine
's
sermons
.
Being
of
a
domestic
turn
,
and
keeping
the
house
a
great
deal
with
her
daughters
,
she
ruled
absolutely
within
the
Rectory
,
wisely
giving
her
husband
full
liberty
without
.
He
was
welcome
to
come
and
go
,
and
dine
abroad
as
many
days
as
his
fancy
dictated
,
for
Mrs.
Crawley
was
a
saving
woman
and
knew
the
price
of
port
wine
.
Ever
since
Mrs.
Bute
carried
off
the
young
Rector
of
Queen
's
Crawley
(
she
was
of
a
good
family
,
daughter
of
the
late
Lieut.-Colonel
Hector
McTavish
,
and
she
and
her
mother
played
for
Bute
and
won
him
at
Harrowgate
)
,
she
had
been
a
prudent
and
thrifty
wife
to
him
.
In
spite
of
her
care
,
however
,
he
was
always
in
debt
.
It
took
him
at
least
ten
years
to
pay
off
his
college
bills
contracted
during
his
father
's
lifetime
.
In
the
year
179
-
,
when
he
was
just
clear
of
these
incumbrances
,
he
gave
the
odds
of
100
to
1
(
in
twenties
)
against
Kangaroo
,
who
won
the
Derby
.
The
Rector
was
obliged
to
take
up
the
money
at
a
ruinous
interest
,
and
had
been
struggling
ever
since
.
His
sister
helped
him
with
a
hundred
now
and
then
,
but
of
course
his
great
hope
was
in
her
death
--
when
"
hang
it
"
(
as
he
would
say
)
,
"
Matilda
must
leave
me
half
her
money
.
"
So
that
the
Baronet
and
his
brother
had
every
reason
which
two
brothers
possibly
can
have
for
being
by
the
ears
.
Sir
Pitt
had
had
the
better
of
Bute
in
innumerable
family
transactions
.
Young
Pitt
not
only
did
not
hunt
,
but
set
up
a
meeting
house
under
his
uncle
's
very
nose
.
Rawdon
,
it
was
known
,
was
to
come
in
for
the
bulk
of
Miss
Crawley
's
property
.
These
money
transactions
--
these
speculations
in
life
and
death
--
these
silent
battles
for
reversionary
spoil
--
make
brothers
very
loving
towards
each
other
in
Vanity
Fair
.
I
,
for
my
part
,
have
known
a
five-pound
note
to
interpose
and
knock
up
a
half
century
's
attachment
between
two
brethren
;
and
ca
n't
but
admire
,
as
I
think
what
a
fine
and
durable
thing
Love
is
among
worldly
people
.
It
can
not
be
supposed
that
the
arrival
of
such
a
personage
as
Rebecca
at
Queen
's
Crawley
,
and
her
gradual
establishment
in
the
good
graces
of
all
people
there
,
could
be
unremarked
by
Mrs.
Bute
Crawley
.
Mrs.
Bute
,
who
knew
how
many
days
the
sirloin
of
beef
lasted
at
the
Hall
;
how
much
linen
was
got
ready
at
the
great
wash
;
how
many
peaches
were
on
the
south
wall
;
how
many
doses
her
ladyship
took
when
she
was
ill
--
for
such
points
are
matters
of
intense
interest
to
certain
persons
in
the
country
--
Mrs.
Bute
,
I
say
,
could
not
pass
over
the
Hall
governess
without
making
every
inquiry
respecting
her
history
and
character
.
There
was
always
the
best
understanding
between
the
servants
at
the
Rectory
and
the
Hall
.
There
was
always
a
good
glass
of
ale
in
the
kitchen
of
the
former
place
for
the
Hall
people
,
whose
ordinary
drink
was
very
small
--
and
,
indeed
,
the
Rector
's
lady
knew
exactly
how
much
malt
went
to
every
barrel
of
Hall
beer
--
ties
of
relationship
existed
between
the
Hall
and
Rectory
domestics
,
as
between
their
masters
;
and
through
these
channels
each
family
was
perfectly
well
acquainted
with
the
doings
of
the
other
.
That
,
by
the
way
,
may
be
set
down
as
a
general
remark
.
When
you
and
your
brother
are
friends
,
his
doings
are
indifferent
to
you
.
When
you
have
quarrelled
,
all
his
outgoings
and
incomings
you
know
,
as
if
you
were
his
spy
.
Very
soon
then
after
her
arrival
,
Rebecca
began
to
take
a
regular
place
in
Mrs.
Crawley
's
bulletin
from
the
Hall
.
It
was
to
this
effect
:
"
The
black
porker
's
killed
--
weighed
x
stone
--
salted
the
sides
--
pig
's
pudding
and
leg
of
pork
for
dinner
.
Mr.
Cramp
from
Mudbury
,
over
with
Sir
Pitt
about
putting
John
Blackmore
in
gaol
--
Mr.
Pitt
at
meeting
(
with
all
the
names
of
the
people
who
attended
)
--
my
lady
as
usual
--
the
young
ladies
with
the
governess
.
"
