“Well，BeckywouldhavemadeagoodLadyCrawley，afterall。”MissCrawleyremarkedwhowasmollifiedbythegirl’srefusal，andveryliberalandgenerousnowtherewasnocallforhersacrifices。”Shehasbrainsinplentymuchmorewitinherlittlefingerthanyouhave，mypoordearBriggs，inallyourhead。Hermannersareexcellent，nowIhaveformedher。SheisaMontmorency，Briggs，andbloodissomething，thoughIdespiseitformypart；andshewouldhaveheldherownamongstthosepompousstupidHampshirepeoplemuchbetterthanthatunfortunateironmonger’sdaughter。”
Briggscoincidedasusual，andthe“previousattachment“
wasthendiscussedinconjectures。”Youpoorfriendlesscreaturesarealwayshavingsomefoolishtendre。”MissCrawleysaid。”Youyourself，youknow，wereinlovewithawriting-masterdon’tcry，Briggs——
you’realwayscrying，anditwon’tbringhimtolifeagain，andIsupposethisunfortunateBeckyhasbeensillyandsentimentaltoo——someapothecary，orhouse-steward，orpainter，oryoungcurate，orsomethingofthatsort。”
“Poorthing！poorthing！”saysBriggswhowasthinkingoftwenty-fouryearsback，andthathecticyoungwriting-masterwhoselockofyellowhair，andwhoseletters，beautifulintheirillegibility，shecherishedinherolddeskupstairs。”Poorthing，poorthing！”saysBriggs。Oncemoreshewasafresh-cheekedlassofeighteen；