Atlastadaycamewhenthenurse’soccupationwasover。Earlyonemorning，asPittCrawleywasathissteward’sandbailiff’sbooksinthestudy，aknockcametothedoor，andHesterpresentedherself，droppingacurtsey，andsaid。”Ifyouplease，SirPitt，SirPittdiedthismorning，SirPitt。Iwasa-makingofhistoast，SirPitt，forhisgruel，SirPitt，whichhetookeverymorningregularatsix，SirPitt，and——IthoughtIheardamoan-like，SirPitt——and——
and——and——“Shedroppedanothercurtsey。
WhatwasitthatmadePitt’spalefaceflushquitered？WasitbecausehewasSirPittatlast，withaseatinParliament，andperhapsfuturehonoursinprospect？
“I’llcleartheestatenowwiththereadymoney。”hethoughtandrapidlycalculateditsincumbrancesandtheimprovementswhichhewouldmake。Hewouldnotusehisaunt’smoneypreviouslylestSirPittshouldrecoverandhisoutlaybeinvain。
AlltheblindswerepulleddownattheHallandRectory：