ItreappearednowforpoorRoseDawson。SirPittwasawidoweragain。Thearmsquarteredontheshieldalongwithhisownwerenot，tobesure，poorRose’s。
Shehadnoarms。ButthecherubspaintedonthescutcheonansweredaswellforherasforSirPitt’smother，andResurgamwaswrittenunderthecoat，flankedbytheCrawleyDoveandSerpent。ArmsandHatchments，Resurgam——Hereisanopportunityformoralising！
Mr。Crawleyhadtendedthatotherwisefriendlessbedside。Shewentoutoftheworldstrengthenedbysuchwordsandcomfortashecouldgiveher。Formanyyearshiswastheonlykindnesssheeverknew；theonlyfriendshipthatsolacedinanywaythatfeeble，lonelysoul。
Herheartwasdeadlongbeforeherbody。ShehadsoldittobecomeSirPittCrawley’swife。MothersanddaughtersaremakingthesamebargaineverydayinVanityFair。
Whenthedemisetookplace，herhusbandwasinLondonattendingtosomeofhisinnumerableschemes，andbusywithhisendlesslawyers。Hehadfoundtime，nevertheless，tocallofteninParkLane，andtodespatchmanynotestoRebecca，entreatingher，enjoiningher，commandinghertoreturntoheryoungpupilsinthecountry，whowerenowutterlywithoutcompanionshipduringtheirmother’sillness。ButMissCrawleywouldnothearofherdeparture；forthoughtherewasnoladyoffashioninLondonwhowoulddesertherfriendsmorecomplacentlyassoonasshewastiredoftheirsociety，andthoughfewtiredofthemsooner，yetaslongasherengoumentlastedherattachmentwasprodigious，andsheclungstillwiththegreatestenergytoRebecca。