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"
But
why
,
why
wo
n't
she
see
me
again
?
"
Miss
Briggs
bleated
out
.
"
Oh
,
Matilda
,
Matilda
,
after
three-and-twenty
years
'
tenderness
!
is
this
the
return
to
your
poor
,
poor
Arabella
?
"
"
Do
n't
cry
too
much
,
poor
Arabella
,
"
the
other
said
(
with
ever
so
little
of
a
grin
)
;
"
she
only
wo
n't
see
you
,
because
she
says
you
do
n't
nurse
her
as
well
as
I
do
.
It
's
no
pleasure
to
me
to
sit
up
all
night
.
I
wish
you
might
do
it
instead
.
"
"
Have
I
not
tended
that
dear
couch
for
years
?
"
Arabella
said
,
"
and
now
--
"
"
Now
she
prefers
somebody
else
.
Well
,
sick
people
have
these
fancies
,
and
must
be
humoured
.
When
she
's
well
I
shall
go
.
"
"
Never
,
never
,
"
Arabella
exclaimed
,
madly
inhaling
her
salts-bottle
.
"
Never
be
well
or
never
go
,
Miss
Briggs
?
"
the
other
said
,
with
the
same
provoking
good-nature
.
"
Pooh
--
she
will
be
well
in
a
fortnight
,
when
I
shall
go
back
to
my
little
pupils
at
Queen
's
Crawley
,
and
to
their
mother
,
who
is
a
great
deal
more
sick
than
our
friend
.
You
need
not
be
jealous
about
me
,
my
dear
Miss
Briggs
.
I
am
a
poor
little
girl
without
any
friends
,
or
any
harm
in
me
.
I
do
n't
want
to
supplant
you
in
Miss
Crawley
's
good
graces
.
She
will
forget
me
a
week
after
I
am
gone
:
and
her
affection
for
you
has
been
the
work
of
years
.
Give
me
a
little
wine
if
you
please
,
my
dear
Miss
Briggs
,
and
let
us
be
friends
.
I
'm
sure
I
want
friends
.
"
The
placable
and
soft-hearted
Briggs
speechlessly
pushed
out
her
hand
at
this
appeal
;
but
she
felt
the
desertion
most
keenly
for
all
that
,
and
bitterly
,
bitterly
moaned
the
fickleness
of
her
Matilda
.
At
the
end
of
half
an
hour
,
the
meal
over
,
Miss
Rebecca
Sharp
(
for
such
,
astonishing
to
state
,
is
the
name
of
her
who
has
been
described
ingeniously
as
"
the
person
"
hitherto
)
,
went
upstairs
again
to
her
patient
's
rooms
,
from
which
,
with
the
most
engaging
politeness
,
she
eliminated
poor
Firkin
.
"
Thank
you
,
Mrs.
Firkin
,
that
will
quite
do
;
how
nicely
you
make
it
!
I
will
ring
when
anything
is
wanted
.
"
"
Thank
you
"
;
and
Firkin
came
downstairs
in
a
tempest
of
jealousy
,
only
the
more
dangerous
because
she
was
forced
to
confine
it
in
her
own
bosom
.
Could
it
be
the
tempest
which
,
as
she
passed
the
landing
of
the
first
floor
,
blew
open
the
drawing-room
door
?
No
;
it
was
stealthily
opened
by
the
hand
of
Briggs
.
Briggs
had
been
on
the
watch
.
Briggs
too
well
heard
the
creaking
Firkin
descend
the
stairs
,
and
the
clink
of
the
spoon
and
gruel-basin
the
neglected
female
carried
.
"
Well
,
Firkin
?
"
says
she
,
as
the
other
entered
the
apartment
.
"
Well
,
Jane
?
"
"
Wuss
and
wuss
,
Miss
B.
,
"
Firkin
said
,
wagging
her
head
.
