were they pressed, so frankly and amiably offered. Becky seized Pitt's hand in a transport of gratitude when he agreed to come. "Thank you," she said, squeezing it, and looking into the Baronet's eyes, who blushed a good deal; "how happy this will make Rawdon." She bustled up about to Pitt's bed-room, leading on the servants, who were carrying his trunks thither. She came in herself laughing, with a coal-scuttle out of her own room.
A fire was blazing already in Sir Pitt's apartment, (it was Miss Briggs' room, by the way, who was sent up stairs to sleep with the maid.) "I knew I should bring you," she said, with pleasure beaming in her glance. Indeed, she was really and sincerely happy at having him for a guest.
Becky made Rawdon dine out once or twice on business, while Pitt stayed with them, and the Baronet passed the happy evening alone with her and Briggs. She went down stairs to the kitchen and actually cooked little dishes for him. "Isn't it a good salmi?" she said;" I made it for you. I can make you better dishes than that: and will when you come to see me."
"Everything you do, you do well," said the Baronet gallantly. "The salmi is excellent indeed."
"A poor man's wife," Rebecca replied gaily, "must make herself useful,
