My mind shudders when I think of her awful, awful situation, and that, near as she is to the grave, she should be so given up to vanity, licentiousness, profaneness, and folly." In fact, the old lady declined altogether to hear his hour's lecture of an evening; and when she came to Queen's Crawley alone, he was obliged to pretermit his usual devotional exercises.
"Shut up your sarmons, Pitt, when Miss Crawley comes down," said his father; "she has written to say that she won't stand the preachifying." "O, sir! consider the servants." "The servants be hanged," said Sir Pitt; and his son thought even worse would happen were they deprived of the benefit of his instruction.
"Why, hang it, Pitt!" said the father to his remonstrance.

"You wouldn't be such a flat as to let three thousand a year go out of the family ?" "What is money compared to our souls, sir ?" continued Mr.Crawley.
"You mean that the old lady won't leave the money to you ?"--and who knows but it was Mr.Crawley's meaning?
Old Miss Crawley was certainly one of the reprobate.

She had a snug little house in Park Lane, and, as she ate and drank a great deal too much during the season in London, she went to Harrowgate or Cheltenham for the summer.

She was the most hospitable and jovial of old vestals, and had been a beauty in her day, she said.

(All old women were beauties once, we very well know.) She was a bel esprit, and a dreadful Radical for those days.