When you and your brother are friends, his doings are indifferent to you.

When you have quarrelled, all his outgoings and incomings you know, as if you were his spy.
Very soon then after her arrival, Rebecca began to take a regular place in Mrs.Crawley's bulletin from the Hall.

It was to this effect: "The black porker's killed--weighed x stone--salted the sides--pig's pudding and leg of pork for dinner.

Mr.Cramp from Mudbury, over with Sir Pitt about putting John Blackmore in gaol--Mr.Pitt at meeting (with all the names of the people who attended)--my lady as usual--the young ladies with the governess." Then the report would come--the new governess be a rare manager--Sir Pitt be very sweet on her--Mr.Crawley too--He be reading tracts to her--"What an abandoned wretch!" said little, eager, active, black-faced Mrs.Bute Crawley.
Finally, the reports were that the governess had "come round" everybody, wrote Sir Pitt's letters, did his business, managed his accounts--had the upper hand of the whole house, my lady, Mr.Crawley, the girls and all--at which Mrs.Crawley declared she was an artful hussy, and had some dreadful designs in view.

Thus the doings at the Hall were the great food for conversation at the Rectory, and Mrs.
Bute's bright eyes spied out everything that took place in the enemy's camp--everything and a great deal besides.
Mrs.Bute Crawley to Miss Pinkerton, The Mall, Chiswick.
Rectory, Queen's Crawley, December--.
My Dear Madam,--Although it is so many years since I profited by your delightful and invaluable instructions, yet I have ever retained the FONDEST and most reverential regard for Miss Pinkerton, and DEAR Chiswick.