\'Youmighthavesparedyourselfthetroubleofdeliveringthattirade，\'answeredGeorgiana。\'Everybodyknowsyouarethemostselfish，heartlesscreatureinexistence:andIknowyourspitefulhatredtowardsme:IhavehadaspecimenofitbeforeinthetrickyouplayedmeaboutLordEdwinVere:youcouldnotbearmetoberaisedaboveyou，tohaveatitle，tobereceivedintocircleswhereyoudarenotshowyourface，andsoyouactedthespyandinformer，andruinedmyprospectsforever。\'Georgianatookoutherhandkerchiefandblewhernoseforanhourafterwards;Elizasatcold，impassible，andassiduouslyindustrious。
True，generousfeelingismadesmallaccountofbysome，buthereweretwonaturesrendered，theoneintolerablyacrid，theotherdespicablysavourlessforthewantofit。Feelingwithoutjudgmentisawashydraughtindeed;butjudgmentuntemperedbyfeelingistoobitterandhuskyamorselforhumandeglutition。
Itwasawetandwindyafternoon:Georgianahadfallenasleeponthesofaovertheperusalofanovel;Elizawasgonetoattendasaint\'s—dayserviceatthenewchurch—forinmattersofreligionshewasarigidformalist:noweathereverpreventedthepunctualdischargeofwhatsheconsideredherdevotionalduties;fairorfoul，shewenttochurchthriceeverySunday，andasoftenonweek—daysastherewereprayers。
Ibethoughtmyselftogoupstairsandseehowthedyingwomansped，wholaytherealmostunheeded:theveryservantspaidherbutaremittentattention:thehirednurse，beinglittlelookedafter，wouldslipoutoftheroomwhenevershecould。Bessiewasfaithful;butshehadherownfamilytomind，andcouldonlycomeoccasionallytothehall。Ifoundthesick—roomunwatched，asIhadexpected:nonursewasthere;thepatientlaystill，andseeminglylethargic;herlividfacesunkinthepillows:thefirewasdyinginthegrate。Irenewedthefuel，re—arrangedthebedclothes，gazedawhileonherwhocouldnotnowgazeonme，andthenImovedawaytothewindow。
Therainbeatstronglyagainstthepanes，thewindblewtempestuously:\'Oneliesthere，\'Ithought，\'whowillsoonbebeyondthewarofearthlyelements。Whitherwillthatspirit—nowstrugglingtoquititsmaterialtenement—flitwhenatlengthreleased？\'