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James Crawley’s Pipe Is Put Out

           

           Intheautumnevenings(whenRebeccawasflauntingatParis,thegayestamongthegayconquerorsthere,andourAmelia,ourdearwoundedAmelia,ah!wherewasshe?)LadyJanewouldbesittinginMissCrawley’sdrawing-roomsingingsweetlytoher,inthetwilight,herlittlesimplesongsandhymns,whilethesunwassettingandtheseawasroaringonthebeach.Theoldspinsterusedtowakeupwhenthesedittiesceased,andaskformore.AsforBriggs,andthequantityoftearsofhappinesswhichshenowshedasshepretendedtoknit,andlookedoutatthesplendidoceandarklingbeforethewindows,andthelampsofheavenbeginningmorebrightlytoshinewho,IsaycanmeasurethehappinessandsensibilityofBriggs?

           Pittmeanwhileinthedining-room,withapamphletontheCornLawsoraMissionaryRegisterbyhisside,tookthatkindofrecreationwhichsuitsromanticandunromanticmenafterdinner.HesippedMadeira:builtcastlesintheair:thoughthimselfafinefellow:felthimselfmuchmoreinlovewithJanethanhehadbeenanytimethesesevenyears,duringwhichtheirliaisonhadlastedwithouttheslightestimpatienceonPitt’spartandsleptagooddeal.Whenthetimeforcoffeecame,Mr.Bowlsusedtoenterinanoisymanner,andsummonSquirePitt,whowouldbefoundinthedarkverybusywithhispamphlet.

           "Iwish,mylove,Icouldgetsomebodytoplaypiquetwithme,"MissCrawleysaidonenightwhenthisfunctionarymadehisappearancewiththecandlesandthecoffee.

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