evening　party。　　I　observed　old　Miss　Toady　there　also
  present；　single　out　for　her　special　attentions　and　flattery
  little　Mrs。　Briefless；　the　barrister's　wife；　who　is　of　a
  good　family　certainly；　but；　as　we　all　know；　is　as　poor
  as　poor　can　be。
  What；　I　asked　in　my　own　mind；　can　cause　this
  obsequiousness　on　the　part　of　Miss　Toady；　has　Briefless
  got　a　county　court；　or　has　his　wife　had　a　fortune　left　her？
  Miss　Toady　explained　presently；　with　that　simplicity
  which　distinguishes　all　her　conduct。　　〃You　know；〃　she
  said；　〃Mrs。Briefless　is　granddaughter　of　Sir　John　Redhand；
  who　is　so　ill　at　Cheltenham　that　he　can't　last　six
  months。　　Mrs。　　Briefless's　papa　succeeds；　so　you　see　she
  will　be　a　baronet's　daughter。〃　And　Toady　asked　Briefless
  and　his　wife　to　dinner　the　very　next　week。
  If　the　mere　chance　of　becoming　a　baronet's　daughter
  can　procure　a　lady　such　homage　in　the　world；　surely；
  surely　we　may　respect　the　agonies　of　a　young　woman
  who　has　lost　the　opportunity　of　becoming　a　baronet's
  wife。　　Who　would　have　dreamed　of　Lady　Crawley　dying
  so　soon？　　She　was　one　of　those　sickly　women　that
  might　have　lasted　these　ten　yearsRebecca　thought　to
  herself；　in　all　the　woes　of　repentanceand　I　might　have
  been　my　lady！　　I　might　have　led　that　old　man　whither　I
  would。　　I　might　have　thanked　Mrs。　Bute　for　her
  patronage；　and　Mr。　Pitt　for　his　insufferable　condescension。　　I
  would　have　had　the　town…house　newly　furnished　and
  decorated。　　I　would　have　had　the　handsomest　carriage　in
  London；　and　a　box　at　the　opera；　and　I　would　have
  been　presented　next　season。　　All　this　might　have　been；
  and　nownow　all　was　doubt　and　mystery。
  But　Rebecca　was　a　young　lady　of　too　much　resolution
  and　energy　of　character　to　permit　herself　much　useless
  and　unseemly　sorrow　for　the　irrevocable　past；　so；　having
  devoted　only　the　proper　portion　of　regret　to　it；　she　wisely
  turned　her　whole　attention　towards　the　future；　which
  was　now　vastly　more　important　to　her。　　And　she
  surveyed　her　position；　and　its　hopes；　doubts；　and　chances。
  In　the　first　place；　she　was　MARRIEDthat　was　a　great
  fact。　　Sir　Pitt　knew　it。　　She　was　not　so　much　surprised　into
  the　avowal；　as　induced　to　make　it　by　a　sudden　calculation。
  It　must　have　come　some　day：　and　why　not　now
  as　at　a　later　period？　He　who　would　have　married　her
  himself　must　at　least　be　silent　with　regard　to　her　marriage。
  How　Miss　Crawley　would　bear　the　newswas　the　great
  question。　　Misgivings　Rebecca　had；　but　she　remembered
  all　Miss　Crawley　had　said；　the　old　lady's　avowed
  contempt　for　birth；　her　daring　liberal　opinions；　her
  general　romantic　propensities；　her　almost　doting　attachment
  to　her　nephew；　and　her　repeatedly　expressed　fondness　for
  Rebecca　herself。　　She　is　so　fond　of　him；　Rebecca　thought；
  that　she　will　forgive　him　anything：　she　is　so　used　to　me
  that　I　don't　think　she　could　be　comfortable　without
  me：　when　the　eclaircissement　comes　there　will　be　a
  scene；　and　hysterics；　and　a　great　quarrel；　and　then　a
  great　reconciliation。　　At　all　events；　what　use　was　there
  in　delaying？　the　die　was　thrown；　and　now　or　to…morrow
  the　issue　must　be　the　same。　　And　so；　resolved　that　Miss
  Crawley　should　have　the　news；　the　young　person
  debated　in　her　mind　as　to　the　best　means　of　conveying　it
  to　her；　and　whether　she　should　face　the　storm　that　must
  come；　or　fly　and　avoid　it　until　its　first　fury　was　blown
  over。　　In　this　state　of　meditation　she　wrote　the　following
  letter：
  Dearest　Friend；
  The　great　crisis　which　we　have　debated
  about　so　often　is　COME。　　Half　of　my　secret　is　known；　and
  I　have　thought　and　thought；　until　I　am　quite　sure　that
  now　is　the　time　to　reveal　THE　WHOLE　OF　THE　MYSTERY。　　Sir
  Pitt　came　to　me　this　morning；　and　madewhat　do　you
  think？A　DECLARATION　IN　FORM。　　Think　of　that！　　Poor
  little　me。　　I　might　have　been　Lady　Crawley。　　How　pleased
  Mrs。　Bute　would　have　been：　and　ma　tante　if　I　had　taken
  precedence　of　her！　I　might　have　been　somebody's
  mamma；　instead　ofO；　I　tremble；　I　tremble；　when　I
  think　how　soon　we　must　tell　all！
  Sir　Pitt　knows　I　am　married；　and　not　knowing　to
  whom；　is　not　very　much　displeased　as　yet。　　Ma　tante　is
  ACTUALLY　ANGRY　that　I　should　have　refused　him。　　But　she
  is　all　kindness　and　graciousness。　　She　condescends　to　say
  I　would　have　made　him　a　good　wife；　and　vows　that
  she　will　be　a　mother　to　your　little　Rebecca。　　She　will　be
  shaken　when　she　first　hears　the　news。　　But　need　we　fear
  anything　beyond　a　momentary　anger？　　I　think　not：　I　AM
  SURE　not。　　She　dotes　upon　you　so　（you　naughty；　good…for…
  nothing　man）；　that　she　would　pardon　you　ANYTHING：
  and；　indeed；　I　believe；　the　next　place　in　her　heart　is
  mine：　and　that　she　would　be　miserable　without　me。
  Dearest！　something　TELLS　ME　we　shall　conquer。　　You　shall
  leave　that　odious　regiment：　quit　gaming；　racing；　and　BE
  A　GOOD　BOY；　and　we　shall　all　live　in　Park　Lane；　and　ma
  tante　shall　leave　us　all　her　money。
  I　shall　try　and　walk　to…morrow　at　3　in　the　usual　place。
  If　Miss　B。　accompanies　me；　you　must　come　to　dinner；
  and　bring　an　answer；　and　put　it　in　the　third　volume　of
  Porteus's　Sermons。　　But；　at　all　events；　come　to　your　own
  R。
  To　Miss　Eliza　Styles；
  At　Mr。　Barnet's；　Saddler；　Knightsbridge。
  And　I　trust　there　is　no　reader　of　this　little　story　who
  has　not　discernment　enough　to　perceive　that　the　Miss
  Eliza　Styles　（an　old　schoolfellow；　Rebecca　said；　with
  whom　she　had　resumed　an　active　correspondence　of　late；
  and　who　used　to　fetch　these　letters　from　the　saddler's）；
  wore　brass　spurs；　and　large　curling　mustachios；　and　was
  indeed　no　other　than　Captain　Rawdon　Crawley。
  CHAPTER　XVI
  The　Letter　on　the　Pincushion
  How　they　were　married　is　not　of　the　slightest
  consequence　to　anybody。　　What　is　to　hinder　a　Captain　who
  is　a　major；　and　a　young　lady　who　is　of　age；　from　purchasing
  a　licence；　and　uniting　themselves　at　any　church　in　this
  town？　　Who　needs　to　be　told；　that　if　a　woman　has　a　will
  she　will　assuredly　find　a　way？My　belief　is　that　one
  day；　when　Miss　Sharp　had　gone　to　pass　the　forenoon
  with　her　dear　friend　Miss　Amelia　Sedley　in　Russell
  Square；　a　lady　very　like　her　might　have　been　seen
  entering　a　church　in　the　City；　in　company　with　a　gentleman
  with　dyed　mustachios；　who；　after　a　quarter　of　an　hour's
  interval；　escorted　her　back　to　the　hackney…coach　in
  waiting；　and　that　this　was　a　quiet　bridal　party。
  And　who　on　earth；　after　the　daily　experience　we　have；
  can　question　the　probability　of　a　gentleman　marrying
  anybody？　How　many　of　the　wise　and　learned　have
  married　their　cooks？　　Did　not　Lord　Eldon　himself；　the
  most　prudent　of　men；　make　a　runaway　match？　Were　not
  Achilles　and　Ajax　both　in　love　with　their　servant　maids？
  And　are　we　to　expect　a　heavy　dragoon　with　strong
  desires　and　small　brains；　who　had　never　controlled　a
  passion　in　his　life；　to　become　prudent　all　of　a　sudden；
  and　to　refuse　to　pay　any　price　for　an　indulgence　to
  which　he　had　a　mind？　　If　people　only　made　prudent
  marriages；　what　a　stop　to　population　there　would　be！
  It　seems　to　me；　for　my　part；　that　Mr。　Rawdon's　marriage
  was　one　of　the　honestest　actions　which　we　shall　have　to
  record　in　any　portion　of　that　gentleman's　biography　which
  has　to　do　with　the　present　history。　　No　one　will　say　it　is
  unmanly　to　be　captivated　by　a　woman；　or；　being
  captivated；　to　marry　her；　and　the　admiration；　the　delight；　the
  passion；　the　wonder；　the　unbounded　confidence；　and　frantic
  adoration　with　which；　by　degrees；　this　big　warrior　got
  to　regard　the　little　Rebecca；　were　feelings　which　the　ladies
  at　least　will　pronounce　were　not　altogether　discreditable
  to　him。　　When　she　sang；　every　note　thrilled　in　his　dull
  soul；　and　tingled　through　his　huge　frame。　　When　she　spoke；
  he　brought　all　the　force　of　his　brains　to　listen　and　wonder。
  If　she　was　jocular；　he　used　to　revolve　her　jokes　in　his
  mind；　and　explode　over　them　half　an　hour　afterwards　in
  the　street；　to　the　surprise　of　the　groom　in　the　tilbury　by
  his　side；　or　the　comrade　riding　with　him　in　Rotten　Row。
  Her　words　were　oracles　to　him；　her　smallest　actions
  marked　by　an　infallible　grace　and　wisdom。　　〃How　she
  sings；how　she　paints；〃　thought　he。　　〃How　she　rode　that
  kicking　mare　at　Queen's　Crawley！〃　　And　he　would　say　to
  her　in　confidential　moments；　〃By　Jove；　Beck；　you're　fit
  to　be　Commander…in…Chief；　or　Archbishop　of　Canterbury；
  by　Jove。〃　　Is　his　case　a　rare　one？　and　don't　we　see　every
  day　in　the　world　many　an　honest　Hercules　at　the
  apron…strings　of　Omphale；　and　great　whiskered　Samsons
  prostrate　in　Delilah's　lap？
  When；　then；　Becky　told　him　that　the　great　crisis　was
  near；　and　the　time　for　action　had　arrived；　Rawdon
  expressed　himself　as　ready　to　act　under　her　orders；　as　he
  would　be　to　charge　with　his　troop　at　the　command　of　his
  colonel。　　There　was　no　need　for　him　to　put　his　letter　into
  the　third　volume　of　Porteus。　　Rebecca　easily　found　a
  means　to　get　rid　of　Briggs；　her　companion；　and　met　her
  faithful　friend　in　〃the　usual　place〃　on　the　next　day。　　She
  had　thought　over　matters　at　night；　and　communicated　to
  Rawdon　the　result　of　her　determinations。　　He　agreed；　of
  course；　to　everything；　was　quite　sure　that　it　was　all
  right：　that　what　she　proposed　was　best；　that　Miss　Crawley
  would　infallibly　relent；　or　〃come　round；〃　as　he　said；　after
  a　time。　　Had　Rebecca's　resolutions　been　entirely　different；
  he　would　have　follow