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Briggs declared that it would be delightful, and vowed that her dear

Miss Crawley was always kind and generous, and went up to Rebecca's

bedroom to console her and prattle about the offer, and the refusal,

and the cause thereof; and to hint at the generous intentions of Miss

Crawley, and to find out who was the gentleman that had the mastery of

Miss Sharp's heart.

Rebecca was very kind, very affectionate and affected--responded to

Briggs's offer of tenderness with grateful fervour--owned there was a

secret attachment--a delicious mystery--what a pity Miss Briggs had not

remained half a minute longer at the keyhole! Rebecca might, perhaps,

have told more: but five minutes after Miss Briggs's arrival in

Rebecca's apartment, Miss Crawley actually made her appearance

there--an unheard-of honour--her impatience had overcome her; she could

not wait for the tardy operations of her ambassadress: so she came in

person, and ordered Briggs out of the room. And expressing her approval

of Rebecca's conduct, she asked particulars of the interview, and the

previous transactions which had brought about the astonishing offer of

Sir Pitt.

Rebecca said she had long had some notion of the partiality with which

Sir Pitt honoured her (for he was in the habit of making his feelings

known in a very frank and unreserved manner) but, not to mention

private reasons with which she would not for the present trouble Miss

Crawley, Sir Pitt's age, station, and habits were such as to render a

marriage quite impossible; and could a woman with any feeling of

self-respect and any decency listen to proposals at such a moment, when

the funeral of the lover's deceased wife had not actually taken place?

"Nonsense, my dear, you would never have refused him had there not been

some one else in the case," Miss Crawley said, coming to her point at

once. "Tell me the private reasons; what are the private reasons?

There is some one; who is it that has touched your heart?"

Rebecca cast down her eyes, and owned there was. "You have guessed

right, dear lady," she said, with a sweet simple faltering voice. "You

wonder at one so poor and friendless having an attachment, don't you? I

have never heard that poverty was any safeguard against it. I wish it

were."

"My poor dear child," cried Miss Crawley, who was always quite ready to

be sentimental, "is our passion unrequited, then? Are we pining in

secret? Tell me all, and let me console you."

"I wish you could, dear Madam," Rebecca said in the same tearful tone.

"Indeed, indeed, I need it." And she laid her head upon Miss Crawley's

shoulder and wept there so naturally that the old lady, surprised into

sympathy, embraced her with an almost maternal kindness, uttered many

soothing protests of regard and affection for her, vowed that she loved

her as a daughter, and would do everything in her power to serve her.

"And now who is it, my dear? Is it that pretty Miss Sedley's brother?

You said something about an affair with him. I'll ask him here, my

dear. And you shall have him: indeed you shall."