William Makepeace Thackeray. (18111863). Vanity Fair.
The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction. 1917.
XXV. In Which All the Principal Personages Think Fit to Leave Brighton
CONDUCTED to the ladies, at the Ship Inn, Dobbin assumed a jovial and rattling manner, which proved that this young officer was becoming a more consummate hypocrite every day of his life. He was trying to hide his own private feelings, first upon seeing Mrs. George Osborne in her new condition, and secondly to mask the apprehensions he entertained as to the effect which the dismal news brought down by him would certainly have upon her.
It is my opinion, George, he said, that the French Emperor will be upon us, horse and foot, before three weeks are over, and will give the Duke such a dance as shall make the Peninsula appear mere childs play. But you need not say that to Mrs. Osborne, you know. There maynt be any fighting on our side after all, and our business in Belgium may turn out to be a mere military occupation. Many persons think so; and Brussels is full of fine people and ladies of fashion. So it was agreed to represent the duty of the British army in Belgium in this harmless light to Amelia.
This plot being arranged, the hypocritical Dobbin saluted Mrs. George Osborne quite gaily, tried to pay her one or two compliments relative to her new position as a bride (which compliments, it must be confessed, were exceedingly clumsy and hung fire woefully), and then fell to talking about Brighton, and the sea-air, and the gaieties of the place, and the beauties of the road and the merits of the Lightning coach and horses,all in a manner quite incomprehensible to Amelia, and very amusing to Rebecca, who was watching the Captain, as indeed she watched every one near whom she came.
Little Amelia, it must be owned, had rather a mean opinion of her husbands friend, Captain Dobbin. He lispedhe was very plain and homely-looking: and exceedingly awkward and ungainly. She liked him for his attachment to her husband (to be sure there was very little merit in that), and she thought George was most generous and kind in extending his friendship to his brother officer.
George had mimicked Dobbins lisp and queer manners many times to her, though to do him justice, he always spoke most highly of his friends good qualities. In her little day of triumph, and not knowing him intimately as yet, she made light of honest Williamand he knew her opinions of him quite well, and acquiesced in them very humbly. A time came when she knew him better, and changed her notions regarding him; but that was distant as yet.
As for Rebecca, Captain Dobbin had not been two hours in the ladies company before she understood his secret perfectly. She did not like him, and feared him privately; nor was he very much prepossessed in her favour. He was so honest, that her arts and cajoleries did not affect him, and he shrank from her with instinctive repulsion. And, as she was by no means so far superior to her sex as to be above jealousy, she disliked him the more for his adoration of Amelia. Nevertheless, she was very respectful and cordial in her manner towards him. A friend to the Osbornes! a friend to her dearest benefactors! She vowed she should always love him sincerely: she remembered him quite well on the Vauxhall night, as she told Amelia archly, and she made a little fun of him when the two ladies went to dress for dinner. Rawdon Crawley paid scarcely any attention to Dobbin, looking upon him as a good-natured nincompoop, an underbred City man. Jos patronised him with much dignity.
When George and Dobbin were alone in the latters room, to which George had followed him, Dobbin took from his desk the letter which he had been charged by Mr. Osborne to deliver to his son. Its not in my fathers hand-writing, said George, looking rather alarmed; nor was it: the letter was from Mr. Osbornes lawyer, and to the following effect:
BEDFORD ROW, May 7, 1815.
I am commissioned by Mr. Osborne to inform you, that he abides by the determination which he before expressed to you, and that in consequence of the marriage which you have been pleased to contract, he ceases to consider you henceforth as a member of his family. This determination is final and irrevocable.
Although the monies expended upon you in your minority, and the bills which you have drawn upon him so unsparingly of late years, far exceed in amount the sum to which you are entitled in your own right (being the third part of the fortune of your mother, the late Mrs. Osborne and which reverted to you at her decease, and to Miss Jane Osborne and Miss Maria Frances Osborne); yet I am instructed by Mr. Osborne to say, that he waives all claim upon your estate, and that the sum of 2,000l. 4 per cent. annuities, at the value of the day (being your one-third share of the sum of 6,000l.), shall be paid over to yourself or your agents upon your receipt for the same, by
Your obedient Servt.,
P,S.Mr. Osborne desires me to say, once for all, that he declines to receive any messages, letters, or communications from you on this or any other subject.
A pretty way you have managed the affair, said George, looking savegely at William Dobbin. Look there, Dobbin, and he flung over to the latter his parents letter. A beggar, by Jove, and all in consequence of my dd sentimently. Why couldnt we have waited? A ball might have done for me in the course of the war, and may still, and how will Emmy be bettered by being left a beggars widow? It was all your doing. You were never easy until you had got me married and ruined. What the deuce am I to do with two thousand pounds? Such a sum wont last two years. Ive lost a hundred and forty to Crawley at cards and billiards since Ive been down here. A pretty manager of a mans matters you are, forsooth.
Theres no denying that the position is a hard one, Dobbin replied, after reading over the letter with a blank countenance; and as you say, it is partly of my making. There are some men who wouldnt mind changing with you, he added, with a bitter smile. How many captains in the regiment have two thousand pounds to the fore, think you? You must live on your pay till father relents, and if you die, you leave your wife a hundred a year.
Do you suppose a man of my habits can live on his pay and a hundred a year? George cried out in great anger. You must be a fool to talk so, Dobbin. How the deuce am I to keep up my position in the world upon such a pitiful pittance? I cant change my habits. I must have my comforts. I wasnt brought up on porridge, like MacWhirter, or on potatoes, like old ODowd. Do you expect my wife to take in soldiers washing, or ride after the regiment in a baggage waggon?
Well, well, said Dobbin, still good-naturedly, well get her a better conveyance. But try and remember that you are only a dethroned prince now, George, my boy; and be quiet whilst the tempest lasts. It wont be for long. Let your name be mentioned in the Gazette, and Ill engage the old father relents towards you.
Psha! It will be time enough to cry out when we are hurt, Dobbin said. And if anything happens, you know, George, I have got a little, and I am not a marrying man, and I shall not forget my godson in my will, he added, with a smile. Whereupon the dispute endedas many scores of such conversations between Osborne and his friend had concluded previouslyby the former declaring there was no possibility of being angry with Dobbin long, and forgiving him very generously after abusing him without cause.
What? said Beckys shrill voice. She was looking over her shoulder in the glass. She had put on the neatest and freshest white frock imaginable, and with bare shoulders and a little necklace, and a light blue sash, she looked the image of youthful innocence and girlish happiness.
I say, whatll Mrs. O. do. when O. goes out with the regiment? Crawley said coming into the room, performing a duet on his head with two huge hair-brushes, and looking out from under his hair with admiration on his pretty little wife.
You wretch! dont you know that I intend to go with you, Becky replied. Besides, youre different. You go as General Tufos aide-de-camp. We dont belong to the line, Mrs. Crawley said, throwing up her head with an air that so enchanted her husband that he stooped down and kissed it.
Rawdon deardont you thinkyoud better get thatmoney from Cupid, before he goes? Becky continued, fixing on a killing bow. She called George Osborne, Cupid. She had flattered him about his good looks a score of times already. She watched over him kindly at ècartè of a night when he would drop in to Rawdons quarters for a half hour before bed-time.
She had often called him a horrid dissipated wretch, and threatened to tell Emmy of his wicked ways and naughty extravagant habits. She brought his cigar and lighted it for him; she knew the effect of that manuvre, having practised it in former days upon Rawdon Crawley. He thought her gay, brisk, arch, destinguée, delightful. In their little drives and dinners, Becky, of course, quite outshone poor Emmy, who remained very mute and timid while Mrs. Crawley and her husband rattled away together, and Captain Crawley (and Jos after he joined the young married people) gobbled in silence.
Emmys mind somehow misgave her about her friend. Rebeccas wit, spirits, and accomplishments troubled her with a rueful disquiet. They were only a week married, and here was George already suffering ennui, and eager for othres society! She trembled for the future. How shall I be a companion for him, she thought,so clever and so brilliant, and I such a humble foolish creature? How noble it was of him to marry meto give up everything and stoop down to me! I ought to have refused him, only I had not the heart. I ought to have stopped at home and taken care of poor papa. And her neglect of her parents (and indeed there was some foundation for this charge which the poor childs uneasy conscience brought against her) was now remembered for the first time, and caused her to blush with humiliation. Oh! thought she, I have been very wicked and selfishselfish in forgetting them in their sorrowsselfish in forcing George to marry me. I know Im not worthy of himI know he would have been happy without meand yetI tried, I tried to give him up.
It is hard when before seven days of marriage are over, such thoughts and confessions as these force themselves on a little brides mind. But so it was, and the night before Dobbin came to join these young peopleon a fine brilliant moonlight night of Mayso warm and balmy that the windows were flung open to the balcony, from which George and Mrs. Crawley were gazing upon the calm ocean spread shining before them, while Rawdon and Jos were engaged at backgammon withinAmelia couched in a great chair quite neglected, and watching both these parties, felt a despair and remorse such as were bitter companions for that tender lonely soul. Scarce a week was past, and it was come to this! The future, had she regarded it, offered a dismal prospect; but Emmy was too shy, so to speak, to look to that, and embark alone on that wide sea, and unfit to navigate it without a guide and protector. I know Miss Smith has a mean opinion of her. But how many, my dear Madam, are endowed with your prodigious strength of mind?
How delicious they smell in the open air! I adore them. Whod think the moon was two hundred and thirty-six thousand eight hundred and forty-seven miles off? Becky added, gazing at that orb with a smile. Isnt it clever of me to remember that? Pooh! we learned it all at Miss Pinkertons! How calm the sea is, and how clear everything. I declare I can almost see the coast of France! and her bright green eyes streamed out, and shot into the night as if they could see through it.
Do you know what I intend to do one morning? she said; I find I can swim beautifully, and some day, when my Aunt Crawleys companionold Briggs, you knowyou remember herthat hook-nosed woman, with the long wisps of hairwhen Briggs goes out to bathe, I intend to dive under her awning, and insist on a reconciliation in the water. Isnt that a stratagem?
George burst out laughing at the idea of this aquatic meeting. Whats the row there, you two? Rawdon shouted out, rattling the box. Amelia was making a fool of herself in an absurd hysterical manner, and retired to her own room to whimper in private.
Our history is destined in this chapter to go backwards and forwards in a very irresolute manner seemingly, and having conducted our story to to-morrow presently, we shall immediately again have occasion to step back to yesterday, so that the whole of the tale may get a hearing. As you behold at her Majestys drawing-room, the ambassadors and high dignitaries carriages whisk off from a private door, while Captain Joness ladies are waiting for their fly: as you see in the Secretary of the Treasurys antechamber, a half-dozen of petitioners waiting patiently for their audience, and called out one by one, when suddenly an Irish member or some eminent personage enters the apartment, and instantly walks in to Mr. Under-Secretary over the heads of all the people present: so in the conduct of a tale, the romancer is obliged to exercise this most partial sort of justice. Although all the little incidents must be heard, yet they must be put off when the great events make their appearance; and surely such a circumstance as that which brought Dobbin to Brighton, viz., the ordering out of the Guards and the line of Belgium, and the mustering of the allied armies in that country under the command of his Grace the Duke of Wellingtonsuch a dignified circumstance as that, I say, was entitled to the pas over all minor occurrences wherof this history is composed mainly, and hence a little trifling disarrangement and disorder was excusable and becoming. We have only now advanced in time so far beyond Chapter XXII, as to have got our various characters up into their dressingrooms before the dinner, which took place as usual on the day of Dobbins arrival.
George was too humane or too much occupied with the tie of his neckcloth to convey at once all the news to Amelia which his comrade had brought with him from London. He came into her room, however, holding the attorneys letter in his hand, and with so solemn and important an air that his wife, always ingeniously on the watch for calamity, thought the worst was about to befall, and running up to her husband, besought her dearest George to tell her everythinghe was ordered abroad; there would be a battle next weekshe knew there would.
Dearest George parried the question about foreign service, and with a melancholy shake of the head said, No, Emmy; it isnt that: its not myself I care about: its you. I have had bad news from my father. He refuses any communication with me; he has flung us off; and leaves us to poverty. I can rough it well enough; but you, my dear, how will you bear it? read here. And he handed her over the letter.
Amelia, with a look of tender alarm in her eyes, listened to her noble hero as he uttered the above generous sentiments, and sitting down on the bed, read the letter which George gave her with such a pompous martyr-like air. Her face cleared up as she read the document, however. The idea of sharing poverty and privation in company with the beloved object is, as we have before said, far from being disagreeable to a warm-hearted woman. The notion was actually pleasant to little Amelia. Then, as usual, she was ashamed of herself for feeling happy at such an indecorous moment, and checked her pleasure, saying demurely, O, George, how your poor heart must bleed at the idea of being separated from your papa!
Yes, I shall make my way as well as another, Osborne went on; but you, my dear girl, how can I bear your being deprived of the comforts and station in society which my wife had a right to expect? My dearest girl in barracks; the wife of a soldier in a marching regiment; subject to all sorts of annoyance and privation! It makes me miserable.
Emmy, quite at ease, as this was her husbands only cause of disquiet, took his hand, and with a radiant face and smile began to warble that stanza from the favourite song of Wapping Old Stairs, in which the heroine, after rebuking her Tom for inattention, promises his trowsers to mend, and his grog too to make, if he will be constant and kind, and not forsake her. Besides, she said, after a pause, during which she looked as pretty and happy as any young woman need, isnt two thousand pounds an immense deal of money, George?
George laughed at her naïveté; and finally they went down to dinner, Amelia clinging to Georges arm, still warbling the tune of Wapping Old Stairs, and more pleased and light of mind than she had been for some days past.
Thus the repast, which at length came off, instead of being dismal, was an exceedingly brisk and merry one. The excitement of the campaign counteracted in Georges mind the depression occasioned by the disinheriting letter. Dobbin still kept up his character of rattle. He amused the company with accounts of the army in Belgium, where nothing but fêtes and gaiety and fashion were going on. Then, having a particular end in view, this dexterous captain proceeded to describe Mrs. Major ODowd packing her own and her Majors wardrobe, and how his best epaulets had been stowed into a tea canister, whilst her own famous yellow turban, with the bird of paradise wrapped in brown paper, was locked up in the Majors tin cocked-hat case, and wondered what effect it would have at the French kings court at Ghent, or the great military balls at Brussels.
Ghent! Brussels! cried out Amelia with a sudden shock and start. Is the regiment ordered away, George,is it ordered away? A look of terror came over the sweet smiling face, and she clung to George as by an instinct.
Rawdon laughed out with his usual roar. William Dobbin flushed up quite red. She cant go, he said; think of theof the danger, he was going to add; but had not all this conversation during dinner-time tended to prove there was none? He became very confused and silent.
I must and will go, Amelia cried with the greatest spirit; and George, applauding her resolution, patted her under the chin, and asked all the persons present if they ever saw such a termagant of a wife, and agreed that the lady should bear him company. Well have Mrs. ODowd to chaperon you, he said. What cared she so long as her husband was near her? Thus somehow the bitterness of a parting was juggled away. Though war and danger were in store, war and danger might not befall for months to come. There was a respite at any rate, which made the timid little Amelia almost as happy as a full reprieve would have done, and which even Dobbin owned in his heart was very welcome. For, to be permitted to see her was now the greatest privilege and hope of his life, and he thought with himself secretly how he would watch and protect her. I wouldnt have let her go if I had been married to her, he thought. But George was the master, and his friend did not think fit to remonstrate.
Putting her arm round her friends waist, Rebecca at length carried Amelia off from the dinner-table where so much business of importance had been discussed, and left the gentlemen in a highly exhilarated state, drinking and talking very gaily.
In the course of the evening Rawdon got a little family-note from his wife, which, although he crumpled it up and burnt it instantly in the candle, we had the good luck to read over Rebeccas shoulder. Great news, she wrote. Mrs. Bute is gone. Get the money from Cupid to-night, as hell be off to-morrow most likely. Mind this.R. So when the little company was about adjourning to coffee in the womens apartment, Rawdon touched Osborne on the elbow, and said gracefully, I say, Osborne, my boy, if quite convenient, Ill trouble you for that ere small trifle. It was not quite convenient, but nevertheless George gave him a considerable present instalment in bank-notes from his pocket-book, and a bill on his agents at a weeks date, for the remaining sum.
This matter arranged, George, and Jos, and Dobbin, held a council of war over their cigars, and agreed that a general move should be made for London in Joss open carriage the next day. Jos, I think, would have preferred staying until Rawdon Crawley quitted Brighton, but Dobbin and George overruled him, and he agreed to carry the party to town, and ordered four horses, as became his dignity. With these they set off in state, after breakfast, the next day. Amelia had risen very early in the morning, and packed her little trunks with the greatest alacrity, while Osborne lay in bed deploring that she had not a maid to help her. She was only too glad, however, to perform this office for herself. A dim uneasy sentiment about Rebecca filled her mind already; and although they kissed each other most tenderly at parting, yet we know what jealousy is; and Mrs. Amelia possessed that among other virtues of her sex.
Besides these characters who are coming and going away, we must remember that there were some other old friends of ours at Brighton; Miss Crawley, namely, and the suite in attendance upon her. Now, although Rebecca and her husband were but at a few stones throw of the lodgings which the invalid Miss Crawley occupied, the old ladys door remained as pitilessly closed to them as it had been heretofore in London. As long as she remained by the side of her sister-in-law, Mrs. Bute Crawley took care that her beloved Matilda should not be agitated by a meeting with her nephew. When the spinster took her drive, the faithful Mrs. Bute sate beside her in the carriage. When Miss Crawley took the air in a chair, Mrs. Bute marched on one side of the vehicle, whilst honest Briggs occupied the other wing. And if they met Rawdon and his wife by chancealthough the former constantly and obsequiously took off his hat, the Miss-Crawley party passed him by with such a frigid and killing indifference, that Rawdon began to despair.
A comfortable inn in Brighton is better than a spunging-house in Chancery Lane, his wife answered, who was of a more cheerful temperament. Think of those two aides-de-camp of Mr. Moses, the sheriffs officer, who watched our lodging for a week. Our friends here are very stupid, but Mr. Jos and Captain Cupid are better companions than Mr. Mosess men, Rawdon, my love.
When they do, well find means to give them the slip, said dauntless little Becky, and further pointed out to her husband the great comfort and advantage of meeting Jos and Osborne, whose acquaintance had brought to Rawdon Crawley a most timely little supply of ready money.
Through Rawdons valet, who still kept up a trifling acquaintance with the male inhabitants of Miss Crawleys servants hall, and was instructed to treat the coachman to drink whenever they met, old Miss Crawleys movements were pretty well known by our young couple; and Rebecca luckily bethought herself of being unwell, and of calling in the same apothecary who was in attendance upon the spinster, so that their information was on the whole tolerably complete. Nor was Miss Briggs, although forced to adopt a hostile attitude, secretly inimical to Rawdon and his wife. She was naturally of a kindly and forgiving disposition. Now that the cause of jealousy was removed, her dislike for Rebecca disappeared also, and she remembered the latters invariable good words and good humour. And, indeed, she and Mrs. Firkin, the ladys-maid, and the whole of Miss Crawleys household, groaned under the tyranny of the triumphant Mrs. Bute.
As often will be the case, that good but imperious woman pushed her advantages too far, and her successes quite unmercifully. She had in the course of a few weeks brought the invalid to such a state of helpless docility, that the poor soul yielded herself entirely to her sisters orders, and did not even dare to complain of her slavery to Briggs or Firkin. Mrs. Bute measured out the glasses of wine which Miss Crawley was daily allowed to take, with irresistible accuracy, greatly to the annoyance of Frikin and the butler, who found themselves deprived of control over even the sherry-bottle. She apportioned the sweet-breads, jellies, chickens; their quantity and order. Night and noon and morning she brought the abominable drinks ordained by the Doctor, and made her patient swallow them with so affecting an obedience, that Firkin said my poor Missus du take her physic like a lamb. She prescribed the drive in the carriage or the ride in the chair, and, in a word, ground down the old lady in her convalescence in such a way as only belongs to your proper-managing, motherly moral woman. If ever the patient faintly resisted, and pleaded for a little bit more dinner or a little drop less medicine, the nurse threatened her with instantaneous death, when Miss Crawley instantly gave in. Shes no spirit left in her, Firkin remarked to Briggs; she aint ave called me a fool these three weeks. Finally, Mrs. Bute had made up her mind to dismiss the aforesaid honest ladys-maid, Mr. Bowls the large confidential man, and Briggs herself, and to send for her daughters from the Rectory, previous to removing the dear invalid bodily to Queens Crawley, when an odious accident happened which called her away from duties so pleasing. The Reverend Bute Crawley, her husband, riding home one night, fell with his horse and broke his collar-bone. Fever and inflammatory symptoms set in, and Mrs. Bute was forced to leave Sussex for Hampshire. As soon as ever Bute was restored, she promised to return to her dearest friend, and departed, leaving the strongest injunctions with the household regarding their behaviour to their mistress; and as soon as she got into the Southampton coach, there was such a jubilee and sense of relief in all Miss Crawleys house, as the company of persons assembled there had not experienced for many a week before. That very day Miss Crawley left off her afternoon dose of medicine: that afternoon Bowls opened an independent bottle of sherry for himself and Mrs. Firkin: that night Miss Crawley and Miss Briggs indulged in a game of piquet instead of one of Porteuss sermons. It was as in the old nursery-story, when the stick forgot to beat the dog, and the whole course of events underwent a peaceful and happy revolution.
At a very early hour in the morning, twice or thrice a week, Miss Briggs used to betake herself to a bathing-machine, and disport in the water in a flannel gown and an oilskin cap. Rebecca, as we have seen, was aware of this circumstance, and though she did not attempt to storm Briggs as she had threatened, and actually dive into that ladys presence and surprise her under the sacredness of the awning, Mrs. Rawdon determined to attack Briggs as she came away from her bath, refreshed and invigorated by her dip, and likely to be in good humour.
So getting up very early the next morning, Becky brought the telescope in their sitting-room, which faced the sea, to bear upon the bathing-machines on the beach; saw Briggs arrive, enter her box, and put out to sea; and was on the shore just as the nymph of whom she came in quest stepped out of the little caravan on to the shingles.
It was a pretty picture: the beach; the bathing-womens faces; the long line of rocks and buildings were blushing and bright in the sunshine. Rebecca wore a kind, tender smile on her face, and was holding out her pretty white hand as Briggs emerged from the box. What could Briggs do but accept the salutation?
Mrs. Crawley seized her hand, pressed it to her heart, and with a sudden impulse, flinging her arms round Briggs, kissed her affectionately. Dear, dear friend! she said, with a touch of such natural feeling, that Miss Briggs of course at once began to melt, and even the bathing-woman was mollified.
Rebecca found no difficulty in engaging Briggs in a long, intimate, and delightful conversation. Everything that had passed since the morning of Beckys sudden departure from Miss Crawleys house in Park Lane up to the present day, and Mrs. Butes happy retreat, was discussed and described by Briggs. All Miss Crawleys symptoms, and the particulars of her illness and medical treatment, were narrated by the confidante with that fulness and accuracy which women delight in. About their complaints and their doctors do ladies ever tire of talking to each other? Briggs did not on this occasion; nor did Rebecca weary of listening. She was thankful, truly thankful, that the dear kind Briggs, that the faithful, the invaluable Firkin, had been permitted to remain with their benefactress through her illness. Heaven bless her! though she, Rebecca, had seemed to act undutifully towards Miss Crawley; yet was not her fault a natural and excusable one? Could she help giving her hand to the man who had won her heart? Briggs, the sentimental, could only turn up her eyes to heaven at this appeal, and heave a sympathetic sigh, and think that she, too, had given away her affections long years ago, and own that Rebecca was no very great criminal.
Can I ever forget her who so befriended the friendless orphan? No, though she has cast me off, the latter said, I shall never cease to love her, and I would devote my life to her service. As my own benefactress, as my beloved Rawdons adored relative, I love and admire Miss Crawley, dear Miss Briggs, beyond any woman in the world, and next to her I love all those who are faithful to her. I would never have treated Miss Crawleys faithful friends as that odious designing Mrs. Bute has done. Rawdon, who was all heart, Rebecca continued, although his outward manners might seem rough and careless, had said a hundred times, with tears in his eyes, that he blessed Heaven for sending his dearest Aunty two such admirable nurses as her attached Firkin and her admirable Miss Briggs. Should the Machinations of the horrible Mrs. Bute end, as she too much feared they would, in banishing everybody that Miss Crawley loved from her side, and leaving that poor lady a victim to those harpies at the Rectory, Rebecca besought her (Miss Briggs) to remember that her own home, humble as it was, was always open to receive Briggs. Dear friend, she exclaimed, in a transport of enthusiasm, some hearts can never forget benefits; all women are not Bute Crawleys! Though why should I complain of her, Rebecca added; though I have been her tool and the victim to her arts, do I not owe my dearest Rawdon to her? And Rebecca unfolded to Briggs all Mrs. Butes conduct at Queens Crawley, which, though unintelligible to her then, was clearly enough explained by the events now,now that the attachment had sprung up which Mrs. Bute had encouraged by a thousand artifices,now that two innocent people had fallen into the snares which she had laid for them, and loved and married and been ruined through her schemes.
It was all very true. Briggs saw the stratagems as clearly as possible. Mrs. Bute had made the match between Rawdon and Rebecca. Yet, though the latter was a perfectly innocent victim, Miss Briggs could not disguise from her friend her fear that Miss Crawleys affections were hopelessly estranged from Rebecca, and that the old lady would never forgive her nephew for making so imprudent a marriage.
On this point Rebecca had her own opinion, and still kept up a good heart. If Miss Crawley did not forgive them at present, she might at least relent on a future day. Even now, there was only that puling, sickly Pitt Crawley between Rawdon and a baronetcy; and should anything happen to the former, all would be well. At all events, to have Mrs. Butes designs exposed, and herself well abused, was a satisfaction, and might be advantageous to Rawdons interests; and Rebecca, after an hours chat with her recovered friend, left her with the most tender demonstrations of regard, and quite assured that the conversation they had had together would be reported to Miss Crawley before many hours were over.
This interview ended, it became full time for Rebecca to return to her inn, where all the party of the previous day were assembled at a farewell breakfast. Rebecca took such a tender leave of Amelia as became two women who loved each other as sister; and having used her handkerchief plentifully, and hung on her friends neck as if they were parting for ever, and waved the handkerchief (which was quite dry, by the way) out of window, as the carriage drove off, she came back to the breakfast table, and ate some prawns with a good deal of appetite, considering her emotion; and while she was munching these delicacies, explained to Rawdon what had occurred in her morning walk between herself and Briggs. Her hopes were very high: she made her husband share them. She generally succeeded in making her husband share all her opinions, whether melancholy or cheerful.
You will now, if you please, my dear, sit down at the writing-table and pen me a pretty little letter to Miss Crawley, in which you say that you are a good boy, and that sort of thing. So Rawdon sate down, and wrote off, Brighton, Thursday, and My dear Aunt, with great rapidity: but there the gallant officers imagination failed him. He mumbled the end of his pen, and looked up in his wifes face. She could not help laughing at his rueful countenance, and marching up and down the room with her hands behind her, the little woman began to dictate a letter, which he took down.
I have come hither, Rebecca insisted, with a stamp of her foot, to say farewell to my dearest and earliest friend. I beseech you before I go, not perhaps to return, once more to let me press the hand from which I have received nothing but kindnesses all my life.
You old booby, Rebecca said, pinching his ear and looking over to see that he made no mistakes in spellingbeseech is not spelt with an a, and earliest is. So he altered these words, bowing to the superior knowledge of his little Missis.
I thought that you were aware of the progress of my attachment, Rebecca continued: I knew that Mrs. Bute Crawley confirmed and encouraged it. But I make no reproaches. I married a poor woman, and am content to abide by what I have done. Leave your property, dear Aunt, as you will. I shall never complain of the way in which you dispose of it. I would have you believe that I love you for yourself, and not for moneys sake. I want to be reconciled to you ere I leave England. Let me, let me see you before I go. A few weeks or months hence it may to too late, and I cannot bear the notion of quitting the country without a kind word of farewell from you.
When Briggs had read the epistle out, her patroness laughed more. Dont you see, you goose, she said to Briggs, who professed to be much touched by the honest affection which pervaded the composition, Dont you see that Rawdon never wrote a word of it. He never wrote to me without asking for money in his life, and all his letters are full of bad spelling, and dashes and bad grammar. It is that little serpent of a governess who rules him. They are all alike, Miss Crawley thought in her heart. They all want me dead, and are hankering for my money.
I dont mind seeing Rawdon, she added, after a pause, and in a tone of perfect indifference. I had just as soon shake hands with him as not. Provided there is no scene, why shouldnt we meet? I dont mind. But human patience has its limits; and mind, my dear, I respectfully decline to receive Mrs. RawdonI cant support that quiteand Miss Briggs was fain to be content with this half-message of conciliation; and thought that the best method of bringing the old lady and her nephew together, was to warn Rawdon to be in waiting on the Cliff, when Miss Crawley went out for her air in her chair.
There they met. I dont know whether Miss Crawley had any private feeling of regard or emotion upon seeing her old favourite; but she held out a couple of fingers to him with as smiling and good-humoured an air, as if they had met only the day before. And as for Rawdon, he turned as red as scarlet, and wrung off Briggss hand, so great was his rapture and his confusion at the meeting. Perhaps it was interest that moved him: or perhaps affection: perhaps he was touched by the change which the illness of the last weeks had wrought in his aunt.
The old girl has always acted like a trump to me, he said to his wife, as he narrated the interview, and I felt, you know, rather queer, and that sort of thing. I walked by the side of the what-dye-call-em, you know, and to her own door, where Bowls came to help her in. And I wanted to go in very much. only
Well, dearest, to-morrow you must be on the look-out, and go and see her, mind, whether she asks you or no, Rebecca said, trying to soothe her angry yoke-mate. On which he replied, that he would do exactly as he liked, and would just thank her to keep a civil tongue in her headand the wounded husband went away, and passed the forenoon at the billiard-room, sulky, silent, and suspicious.
But before the night was over he was compelled to give in, and own, as usual, to his wifes superior prudence and foresight, by the most melancholy confirmation of the presentiments which she had regarding the consequences of the mistake which he had made. Miss Crawley must have had some emotion upon seeing him and shaking hands with him after so long a rupture. She mused upon the meeting a considerable time. Rawdon is getting very fat and old, Briggs, she said to her companion. His nose has become red, and he is exceedingly coarse in appearance. His marriage to that woman has hopelessly vulgarised him. Mrs. Bute always said they drank together; and I have no doubt they do. Yes: he smelt of gin abominably. I remarked it. Didnt you?
Why am I always to be worried? Go and cry up in your own room, and send Firkin to me,no, stop, sit down and blow your nose, and leave off crying, and write a letter to Captain Crawley. Poor Briggs went and placed herself obediently at the writing-book. Its leaves were blotted all over with relics of the firm, strong, rapid writing of the spinsters late amanuensis, Mrs. Bute Crawley.
Begin My dear sir, or, Dear sir, that will be better, and say you are desired by Miss Crawleyno, by Miss Crawleys medical man, by Mr. Creamer, to state, that my health is such that all strong emotions would be dangerous in my present delicate conditionand that I must decline any family discussions or interviews whatever. And thank him for coming to Brighton, and so forth, and beg him not to stay any longer on my account. And, Miss Briggs, you may add that I wish him a bon voyage, and that if he will take the trouble to call upon my lawyers in Grays Inn Square, he will find there a communication for him. Yes, that will do; and that will make him leave Brighton. The benevolent Briggs penned this sentence with the utmost satisfaction.
To seize upon me the very day after Mrs. Bute was gone, the old lady prattled on; it was too indecent. Briggs, my dear, write to Mrs. Crawley, and say she neednt come back. Noshe needntand she shantand I wont be a slave in my own houseand I wont be starved and choked with poison. They all want to kill meallalland with this the lonely old woman burst into a scream of hysterical tears.
That final paragraph, which referred Rawdon to Miss Crawleys solicitor in London, and which Briggs had written so good-naturedly, consoled the dragoon and his wife somewhat, after their first blank disappointment, on reading the spinsters refusal of a reconciliation. And it effected the purpose for which the old lady had caused it to be written, by making Rawdon very eager to get to London.
Out of Joss losings and George Osbornes bank-notes, he paid his bill at the inn, the landlord whereof does not probably know to this day how doubtfully his account once stood. For, as a general sends his baggage to the rear before an action, Rebecca had wisely packed up all their chief valuables and sent them off under care of Georges servant, who went in charge of the trunks on the coach back to London. Rawdon and his wife returned by the same conveyance next day.
I should have liked to see the old girl before we went, Rawdon said. She looks so cut up and altered that Im sure she cant last long. I wonder what sort of a cheque I shall have at Waxys. Two hundredit cant be less than two hundred,hey, Becky?
In consequence of the repeated visits of the aides-de-camp of the Sheriff of Middlesex, Rawdon and his wife did not go back to their lodgings at Brompton, but put up at an inn. Early the next morning, Rebecca had an opportunity of seeing them as she skirted that suburb on her road to old Mrs. Sedleys house at Fulham, whither she went to look for her dear Amelia and her Brighton friends. They were all off to Chatham, thence to Harwich, to take shipping for Belgium with the regimentkind old Mrs. Sedley very much depressed and tearful, solitary. Returning from this visit, Rebecca found her husband, who had been off to Grays Inn, and learnt his fate. He came back furious.