Becky Sharp Page #9

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Your letter came, Rebecca.

Our hearts we were deeply touched by your plight.

My prayers have been answered.

Yes, we've come to rescue you.

To restore you to the bosom of our family,

to the tranquility of Queen's Crawley.

Queen's Crawley? Oh, I'm overcome.

Before we do that, my dear,

you must cleanse your soul.

Rebecca, would it not make you happy

to go to church with us?

Before we talk of anything else?

Oh, I'd go happily, happily.

As soon as I settle with the landlord.

He'll not let me leave the house

until I pay him the money I owe him.

Isn't the peace of your soul more urgent?

Yes, but so is the landlord urgent.

I trust it's not a large amount.

No. Two hundred pounds.

Settle with him for thirty-five.

One hundred and fifty?

Fifty then.

Make it a hundred, brother.

Then we can go and listen to the sermon.

Thank you.

What was that? Aren't you alone?

Alone, always alone. It must have been a mouse.

Now, dear, get your wallet and come.

To regain peace.

Yes, regain... peace...

Oh... Peace... regain...

Oh, what's wrong? Oh, dear.

My heart. The excitement of seeing you again.

Water.

Oh, no, perhaps I'll feel better soon if I rest.

Yes, rest. And I shall stay with you

and care for you in your need.

Oh, no, you mustn't. I'd never forgive myself

if you missed the service.

You must go, dear. I'm used to my solitude.

Please go and come back for me later.

Come, dear, Rebecca is overwrought.

Soon as she rests she will be better.

This book of moral precepts that we brought you...

When you're better, read and profit.

The title is "Rewards of Virtue."

Until later then, poor child.

Rest well.

One hundred pounds. And I owe the landlord twelve.

Don't stand there blinking at me.

You must get out of here.

I'm not blinking. That's love.

The trunk's for our love.

Put those letters in then lock it.

We're going. Going.

India. Rich places. Taxes to collect.

Butterflies and elephants.

Fine Rajahs in rubies and gold.

The box! The box!

Pitt! Brother!

Yes, Rebecca?

My deepest gratitude, brother,

for virtue is its own reward!

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