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It
was
therefore
agreed
that
the
young
people
of
both
families
should
visit
each
other
frequently
for
the
future
,
and
the
friendship
of
course
lasted
as
long
as
the
jovial
old
mediatrix
was
there
to
keep
the
peace
.
"
Why
did
you
ask
that
scoundrel
,
Rawdon
Crawley
,
to
dine
?
"
said
the
Rector
to
his
lady
,
as
they
were
walking
home
through
the
park
.
"
I
do
n't
want
the
fellow
.
He
looks
down
upon
us
country
people
as
so
many
blackamoors
.
He
's
never
content
unless
he
gets
my
yellow-sealed
wine
,
which
costs
me
ten
shillings
a
bottle
,
hang
him
!
Besides
,
he
's
such
an
infernal
character
--
he
's
a
gambler
--
he
's
a
drunkard
--
he
's
a
profligate
in
every
way
.
He
shot
a
man
in
a
duel
--
he
's
over
head
and
ears
in
debt
,
and
he
's
robbed
me
and
mine
of
the
best
part
of
Miss
Crawley
's
fortune
.
Waxy
says
she
has
him
"
--
here
the
Rector
shook
his
fist
at
the
moon
,
with
something
very
like
an
oath
,
and
added
,
in
a
melancholious
tone
,
"
--
down
in
her
will
for
fifty
thousand
;
and
there
wo
n't
be
above
thirty
to
divide
.
"
"
I
think
she
's
going
,
"
said
the
Rector
's
wife
.
"
She
was
very
red
in
the
face
when
we
left
dinner
.
I
was
obliged
to
unlace
her
.
"
"
She
drank
seven
glasses
of
champagne
,
"
said
the
reverend
gentleman
,
in
a
low
voice
;
"
and
filthy
champagne
it
is
,
too
,
that
my
brother
poisons
us
with
--
but
you
women
never
know
what
's
what
.
"
"
We
know
nothing
,
"
said
Mrs.
Bute
Crawley
.
"
She
drank
cherry-brandy
after
dinner
,
"
continued
his
Reverence
,
"
and
took
curacao
with
her
coffee
.
I
would
n't
take
a
glass
for
a
five-pound
note
:
it
kills
me
with
heartburn
.
She
ca
n't
stand
it
,
Mrs.
Crawley
--
she
must
go
--
flesh
and
blood
wo
n't
bear
it
!
and
I
lay
five
to
two
,
Matilda
drops
in
a
year
.
"
Indulging
in
these
solemn
speculations
,
and
thinking
about
his
debts
,
and
his
son
Jim
at
College
,
and
Frank
at
Woolwich
,
and
the
four
girls
,
who
were
no
beauties
,
poor
things
,
and
would
not
have
a
penny
but
what
they
got
from
the
aunt
's
expected
legacy
,
the
Rector
and
his
lady
walked
on
for
a
while
.
"
Pitt
ca
n't
be
such
an
infernal
villain
as
to
sell
the
reversion
of
the
living
.
And
that
Methodist
milksop
of
an
eldest
son
looks
to
Parliament
,
"
continued
Mr.
Crawley
,
after
a
pause
.
"
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
will
do
anything
,
"
said
the
Rector
's
wife
.
"
We
must
get
Miss
Crawley
to
make
him
promise
it
to
James
.
"
"
Pitt
will
promise
anything
,
"
replied
the
brother
.
"
He
promised
he
'd
pay
my
college
bills
,
when
my
father
died
;
he
promised
he
'd
build
the
new
wing
to
the
Rectory
;
he
promised
he
'd
let
me
have
Jibb
's
field
and
the
Six-acre
Meadow
--
and
much
he
executed
his
promises
!
And
it
's
to
this
man
's
son
--
this
scoundrel
,
gambler
,
swindler
,
murderer
of
a
Rawdon
Crawley
,
that
Matilda
leaves
the
bulk
of
her
money
.
I
say
it
's
un-Christian
.
By
Jove
,
it
is
.
The
infamous
dog
has
got
every
vice
except
hypocrisy
,
and
that
belongs
to
his
brother
.
