goto
England
—
on
the
most
urgent
private
affairs
,
”
Dobbin
said
.
“
Good
heavens
,
what
has
happened
!
”
thought
Glorvina
,
trembling
with
all
the
papillotes
.
“
I
want
to
be
off
—
now
—
to-night
,
”
Dobbin
continued
;
and
the
Colonel
getting
up
,
came
out
to
parley
with
him
.
In
the
postscript
of
Miss
Dobbin’s
cross-letter
,
the
Major
had
just
come
upon
a
paragraph
,
to
the
following
effect
:
—
“
I
drove
yesterday
to
see
your
old
acquaintance
,
Mrs.
Osborne
.
The
wretched
place
they
live
at
,
since
they
were
bankrupts
,
you
know
—
Mr.
S.
,
to
judge
from
a
brass
plate
on
the
door
of
his
hut
(
it
is
little
better
)
is
a
coal
merchant
The
little
boy
,
your
godson
,
is
certainly
a
fine
child
,
though
forward
,
and
inclined
to
be
saucy
and
self-willed
.
But
we
have
taken
notice
of
him
as
you
wish
it
,
and
have
introduced
him
to
his
aunt
,
Miss
O
.
,
who
was
rather
pleased
with
him
.
Perhaps
his
grandpapa
,
not
the
bankrupt
one
,
who
is
almost
doting
,
but
Mr.
Osborne
,
of
Russell
Square
,
may
be
induced
to
relent
towards
the
child
of
your
friend
,
his
erring
and
self-willed
son
.
And
Amelia
will
not
be
ill-disposed
to
give
him
up
.
The
widow
is
consoled
,
and
is
about
to
marry
a
reverend
gentleman
,
the
Rev.
Mr.
Binny
,
one
of
the
curates
of
Brompton
.
A
poor
match
.
But
Mrs.
O
.
is
getting
old
,
and
I
saw
a
great
deal
of
grey
in
her
hair
—
she
was
in
very
good
spirits
:
and
your
little
godson
overate
himself
at
our
house
.
Mamma
sends
her
love
with
that
of
your
affectionate
,
Ann
Dobbin
.
”
IX
.
A
Roundabout
Chapter
between
London
and
Hampshire
OUR
old
friends
the
Crawleys’
family
house
,
in
Great
Gaunt
Street
,
still
bore
over
its
front
the
hatchment
which
had
been
placed
there
as
a
token
of
mourning
for
Sir
Pitt
Crawley’s
demise
,
yet
this
heraldic
emblem
was
in
itself
a
very
splendid
and
gaudy
piece
of
furniture
,
and
all
the
rest
of
the
mansion
became
more
brilliant
than
it
had
ever
been
during
the
late
baronet’s
reign
.
The
black
outer
coating
of
the
bricks
was
removed
,
and
they
appeared
with
a
cheerful
,
blushing
face
streaked
with
white
:
the
old
bronze
lions
of
the
knocker
were
gilt
handsomely
,
the
railings
painted
and
the
dismallest
house
in
Great
Gaunt
Street
became
the
smartest
in
the
whole
quarter
,
before
the
green
leaves
in
Hampshire
had
replaced
those
yellowing
ones
which
were
on
the
trees
in
Queen’s
Crawley
avenue
when
old
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
passed
under
them
for
the
last
time
.
A
little
woman
,
with
a
carriage
to
correspond
,
was
perpetually
seen
about
this
mansion
;
an
elderly
spinster
,
accompanied
by
a
little
boy
,
also
might
be
remarked
coming
thither
daily
.
It
was
Miss
Briggs
and
little
Rawdon
,
whose
business
it
was
to
see
to
the
inward
renovation
of
Sir
Pitt’s
house
,
to
superintend
the
female
band
engaged
in
stitching
the
blinds
and
hangings
,
to
poke
and
rummage
in
the
drawers
and
cupboards
crammed
with
the
dirty
relics
and
congregated
trumperies
of
a
couple
of
generations
of
Lady
Crawleys
,
and
to
take
inventories
of
the
china
,
the
glass
,
and
other
properties
in
the
closets
and
store-rooms
.
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
was
general-in-chief
over
these
arrangements
,
with
full
orders
from
Sir
Pitt
to
sell
,
barter
,
confiscate
,
or
purchase
furniture
;
and
she
enjoyed
herself
not
a
little
in
an
occupation
which
gave
full
scope
to
her
taste
and
ingenuity
.
The
renovation
of
the
house
was
determined
upon
when
Sir
Pitt
came
to
town
in
November
to
see
his
lawyers
,
and
when
he
passed
nearly
a
week
in
Curzon
Street
,
under
the
roof
of
his
affectionate
brother
and
sister
.
He
had
put
up
at
an
hotel
at
first
;
but
,
Becky
,
as
soon
as
she
heard
of
the
Baronet’s
arrival
,
went
off
alone
to
greet
him
,
and
returned
in
an
hour
to
Curzon
Street
with
Sir
Pitt
in
the
carriage
by
her
side
.
It
was
impossible
sometimes
to
resist
this
artless
little
creature’s
hospitalities
,
so
kindly
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
to
Pitt’s
bedroom
,
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’s
room
,
by
the
way
,
who
was
sent
upstairs
to
sleep
with
the
maid
)
.
“
I
knew
I
should
bring
you
,
”
she
said
,
with
pleasure
beaming
in
her
glance
.
Indeed
,
she
was
really
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
downstairs
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
,
you
know
:
”
on
which
her
brother-in-law
vowed
that
“
she
was
fit
to
be
the
wife
of
an
Emperor
,
and
that
to
be
skillful
in
domestic
duties
was
surely
one
of
the
most
charming
of
woman’s
qualities
.
”
And
Sir
Pitt
thought
,
with
something
like
mortification
,
of
Lady
Jane
at
home
,
and
of
a
certain
pie
which
she
had
insisted
on
making
,
and
serving
to
him
at
dinner
—
a
most
abominable
pie
.
Besides
the
salmi
,
which
was
made
of
Lord
Steyne’s
pheasants
from
his
lordship’s
cottage
of
Stillbrook
,
Becky
gave
her
brother-in-law
a
bottle
of
white
wine
,
some
that
Rawdon
had
brought
with
him
from
France
,
and
had
picked
up
for
nothing
,
the
little
story-teller
said
;
whereas
the
liquor
was
,
in
truth
,
some
White
Hermitage
from
the
Marquis
of
Steyne’s
famous
cellars
,
which
brought
fire
into
the
Baronet’s
pallid
cheeks
and
a
glow
into
his
feeble
frame
.
Then
when
he
had
drunk
up
the
bottle
of
petit
vin
blanc
,
she
gave
him
her
hand
and
took
him
up
to
the
drawing-room
,
and
made
him
snug
on
the
sofa
by
the
fire
,
and
let
him
talk
as
she
listened
with
the
tenderest
kindly
interest
,
sitting
by
him
,
and
hemming
a
shirt
for
her
dear
little
boy
.
Whenever
Mrs.
Rawdon
wished
to
be
particularly
humble
and
virtuous
,
this
little
shirt
used
to
come
out
of
her
work-box
.
It
had
got
to
be
too
small
for
Rawdon
long
before
it
was
finished
.
Well
,
Rebecca
listened
to
Pitt
,
she
talked
to
him
,
she
sang
to
him
,
she
coaxed
him
,
and
cuddled
him
,
so
that
he
found
himself
more
and
more
glad
every
day
to
get
back
from
the
lawyer’s
at
Gray’s
Inn
,
to
the
blazing
fire
in
Curzon
Street
—
a
gladness
in
which
the
men
of
law
likewise
participated
,
for
Pitt’s
harangues
were
of
the
longest
—
and
so
that
when
he
went
away
he
felt
quite
a
pang
at
departing
.
How
pretty
she
looked
kissing
her
hand
to
him
from
the
carriage
and
waving
her
handkerchief
when
he
had
taken
his
place
in
the
mail
!
She
put
the
handkerchief
to
her
eyes
once
.
He
pulled
his
sealskin
cap
over
his
,
as
the
coach
drove
away
,
and
,
sinking
back
,
he
thought
to
himself
how
she
respected
him
and
how
he
deserved
it
,
and
how
Rawdon
was
a
foolish
dull
fellow
who
didn’t
half
appreciate
his
wife
:
and
how
mum
and
stupid
his
own
wife
was
compared
to
that
brilliant
little
Becky
.
Becky
had
hinted
every
one
of
these
things
herself
,
perhaps
,
but
so
delicately
and
gently
,
that
you
hardly
knew
when
or
where
.
And
,
before
they
parted
,
it
was
agreed
that
the
house
in
London
should
be
redecorated
for
the
next
season
,
and
that
the
brothers’
families
should
meet
again
in
the
country
at
Christmas
.
“
I
wish
you
could
have
got
a
little
money
out
of
him
,
”
Rawdon
said
to
his
wife
moodily
when
the
Baronet
was
gone
.
“
I
should
like
to
give
something
to
old
Raggles
hanged
if
I
shouldn’t
.
It
ain’t
right
,
you
know
,
that
the
old
fellow
should
be
kept
out
of
all
his
money
.
It
may
be
inconvenient
,
and
he
might
let
to
somebody
else
besides
us
,
you
know
.
”
“
Tell
him
,
”
said
Becky
,
“
that
as
soon
as
Sir
Pitt’s
affairs
are
settled
,
everybody
will
be
paid
,
and
give
him
a
little
something
on
account
.
Here’s
a
cheque
that
Pitt
left
for
the
boy
,
”
and
she
took
from
her
bag
and
gave
her
husband
a
paper
which
his
brother
had
handed
over
to
her
,
on
behalf
of
the
little
son
and
heir
of
the
younger
branch
of
the
Crawleys
.
The
truth
is
,
she
had
tried
personally
the
ground
on
which
her
husband
expressed
a
wish
that
she
should
venture
—
tried
it
ever
so
delicately
,
and
found
it
unsafe
.
Even
at
a
hint
about
embarrassments
,
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
was
off
and
alarmed
.
And
he
began
a
long
speech
,
explaining
how
straitened
he
himself
was
in
money
matters
;
how
the
tenants
would
not
pay
;
how
his
father’s
affairs
,
and
the
expenses
attendant
upon
the
demise
of
the
old
gentleman
,
had
involved
him
;
how
he
wanted
to
pay
off
incumbrances
;
and
how
the
bankers
and
agents
were
overdrawn
;
and
Pitt
Crawley
ended
by
making
a
compromise
with
his
sister-in-law
,
and
giving
her
a
very
small
sum
for
the
benefit
of
her
little
boy
.
Pitt
knew
how
poor
his
brother
and
his
brother’s
family
must
be
.
It
could
not
have
escaped
the
notice
of
such
a
cool
and
experienced
old
diplomatist
,
that
Rawdon’s
family
had
nothing
to
live
upon
,
and
that
houses
and
carriages
are
not
to
be
kept
for
nothing
.
He
knew
very
well
that
he
was
the
proprietor
or
appropriator
of
the
money
,
which
,
according
to
all
proper
calculation
,
ought
to
have
fallen
to
his
younger
brother
,
and
he
had
,
we
may
be
sure
,
some
secret
pangs
of
remorse
within
him
,
which
warned
him
that
he
ought
to
perform
some
act
of
justice
,
or
,
let
us
say
,
compensation
,
towards
these
disappointed
relations
.
A
just
,
decent
man
,
not
without
brains
,
who
said
his
prayers
,
and
knew
his
catechism
,
and
did
his
duty
outwardly
through
life
,
he
could
not
be
otherwise
than
aware
that
something
was
due
to
his
brother
at
his
hands
,
and
that
morally
he
was
Rawdon’s
debtor
.
But
,
as
one
reads
in
the
columns
of
the
Times
newspaper
every
now
and
then
,
queer
announcements
from
the
Chancellor
of
the
Exchequer
,
acknowledging
the
receipt
of
£
50
from
A
.
B
.
,
or
£
10
from
W
.
T
.
,
as
conscience
money
,
on
account
of
taxes
due
by
the
said
A
.
B
.
or
W
.
T
.
,
which
payments
the
penitents
beg
the
Right
Honourable
gentleman
to
acknowledge
through
the
medium
of
the
public
press
;
—
so
is
the
Chancellor
no
doubt
,
and
the
reader
likewise
,
always
perfectly
sure
that
the
above-named
A
.
B
.
and
W
.
T
.
are
only
paying
a
very
small
instalment
of
what
they
really
owe
,
and
that
the
man
who
sends
up
a
twenty-pound
note
has
very
likely
hundreds
or
thousands
more
for
which
he
ought
to
account
.
Such
,
at
least
,
are
my
feelings
,
when
I
see
A
.
B
.
or
W
.
T.’s
insufficient
acts
of
repentance
.
And
I
have
no
doubt
that
Pitt
Crawley’s
contrition
,
or
kindness
if
you
will
,
towards
his
younger
brother
,
by
whom
he
had
so
much
profited
,
was
only
a
very
small
dividend
upon
the
capital
sum
in
which
he
was
indebted
to
Rawdon
.
Not
everybody
is
willing
to
pay
even
so
much
.
To
part
with
money
is
a
sacrifice
beyond
almost
all
men
endowed
with
a
sense
of
order
.
There
is
scarcely
any
man
alive
who
does
not
think
himself
meritorious
for
giving
his
neighbour
five
pounds
.
Thriftless
gives
,
not
from
a
beneficent
pleasure
in
giving
,
but
from
a
lazy
delight
in
spending
.
He
would
not
deny
himself
one
enjoyment
;
not
his
opera-stall
,
not
his
horse
,
not
his
dinner
,
not
even
the
pleasure
of
giving
Lazarus
the
five
pounds
.
Thrifty
,
who
is
good
,
wise
,
just
,
and
owes
no
man
a
penny
,
turns
from
a
beggar
,
haggles
with
a
hackney-coachman
,
or
denies
a
poor
relation
,
and
I
doubt
which
is
the
most
selfish
of
the
two
.
Money
has
only
a
different
value
in
the
eyes
of
each
.
So
,
in
a
word
,
Pitt
Crawley
thought
he
would
do
something
for
his
brother
,
and
then
thought
that
he
would
think
about
it
some
other
time
.
And
with
regard
to
Becky
,
she
was
not
a
woman
who
expected
too
much
from
the
generosity
of
her
neighbours
and
so
was
quite
content
with
all
that
Pitt
Crawley
had
done
for
her
.
She
was
acknowledged
by
the
head
of
the
family
.
If
Pitt
would
not
give
her
anything
,
he
would
get
something
for
her
some
day
.
If
she
got
no
money
from
her
brother-in-law
,
she
got
what
was
as
good
as
money
—
credit
.
Raggles
was
made
rather
easy
in
his
mind
by
the
spectacle
of
the
union
between
the
brothers
,
by
a
small
payment
on
the
spot
,
and
by
the
promise
of
a
much
larger
sum
speedily
to
be
assigned
to
him
.
And
Rebecca
told
Miss
Briggs
,
whose
Christmas
dividend
upon
the
little
sum
lent
by
her
,
Becky
paid
with
an
air
of
candid
joy
,
and
as
if
her
exchequer
was
brimming
over
with
gold
—
Rebecca
,
we
say
,
told
Miss
Briggs
,
in
strict
confidence
,
that
she
had
conferred
with
Sir
Pitt
,
who
was
famous
as
a
financier
,
on
Briggs’s
special
behalf
,
as
to
the
most
profitable
investment
of
Miss
B.’s
remaining
capital
;
that
Sir
Pitt
,
after
much
consideration
,
had
thought
of
a
most
safe
and
advantageous
way
in
which
Briggs
could
lay
out
her
money
;
that
,
being
especially
interested
in
her
as
an
attached
friend
of
the
late
Miss
Crawley
,
and
of
the
whole
family
,
and
that
long
before
he
left
town
,
he
had
recommended
that
she
should
be
ready
with
the
money
at
a
moment’s
notice
,
so
as
to
purchase
at
the
most
favourable
opportunity
the
shares
which
Sir
Pitt
had
in
his
eye
.
Poor
Miss
Briggs
was
very
grateful
for
this
mark
of
Sir
Pitt’s
attention
—
it
came
so
unsolicited
,
she
said
,
for
she
never
should
have
thought
of
removing
the
money
from
the
funds
—
and
the
delicacy
enhanced
the
kindness
of
the
office
;
and
she
promised
to
see
her
man
of
business
immediately
,
and
be
ready
with
her
little
cash
at
the
proper
hour
.
And
this
worthy
woman
was
so
grateful
for
the
kindness
of
Rebecca
in
the
matter
,
and
for
that
of
her
generous
benefactor
,
the
Colonel
,
that
she
went
out
and
spent
a
great
part
of
her
year’s
dividend
in
the
purchase
of
a
black
velvet
coat
for
little
Rawdon
,
who
,
by
the
way
,
was
grown
almost
too
big
for
black
velvet
now
,
and
was
of
a
size
and
age
befitting
him
for
the
assumption
of
the
virile
jacket
and
pantaloons
.
He
was
a
fine
open-faced
boy
,
with
blue
eyes
and
waving
flaxen
hair
,
sturdy
in
limb
,
but
generous
and
soft
in
heart
:
fondly
attaching
himself
to
all
who
were
good
to
him
—
to
the
pony
—
to
Lord
Southdown
,
who
gave
him
the
horse
—
(
he
used
to
blush
and
glow
all
over
when
he
saw
that
kind
young
nobleman
)
—
to
the
groom
who
had
charge
of
the
pony
—
to
Molly
,
the
cook
,
who
crammed
him
with
ghost
stories
at
night
,
and
with
good
things
from
the
dinner
—
to
Briggs
,
whom
he
plagued
and
laughed
at
—
and
to
his
father
especially
,
whose
attachment
towards
the
lad
was
curious
too
to
witness
.
Here
,
as
he
grew
to
be
about
eight
years
old
,
his
attachments
may
be
said
to
have
ended
.
The
beautiful
mother-vision
had
faded
away
after
a
while
.
During
near
two
years
she
had
scarcely
spoken
to
the
child
.
She
disliked
him
.
He
had
the
measles
and
the
hooping-cough
.
He
bored
her
.
One
day
when
he
was
standing
at
the
landing-place
,
having
crept
down
from
the
upper
regions
,
attracted
by
the
sound
of
his
mother’s
voice
,
who
was
singing
to
Lord
Steyne
,
the
drawing-room
door
opening
suddenly
,
discovered
the
little
spy
,
who
but
a
moment
before
had
been
rapt
in
delight
,
and
listening
to
the
music
.
His
mother
came
out
and
struck
him
violently
a
couple
of
boxes
on
the
ear
.
He
heard
a
laugh
from
the
Marquis
in
the
inner
room
(
who
was
amused
by
this
free
and
artless
exhibition
of
Becky’s
temper
)
,
and
fled
down
below
to
his
friends
of
the
kitchen
,
bursting
in
an
agony
of
grief
.
“
It
is
not
because
it
hurts
me
,
”
little
Rawdon
gasped
out
—
“
only
—
only
”
—
sobs
and
tears
wound
up
the
sentence
in
a
storm
.
It
was
the
little
boy’s
heart
that
was
bleeding
.
“
Why
mayn’t
I
hear
her
singing
?
Why
don’t
she
ever
sing
to
me
—
as
she
does
to
that
bald-headed
man
with
the
large
teeth
?
”
He
gasped
out
at
various
intervals
these
exclamations
of
rage
and
grief
.
The
cook
looked
at
the
housemaid
:
the
housemaid
looked
knowingly
at
the
footman
—
the
awful
kitchen
inquisition
which
sits
in
judgment
in
every
house
,
and
knows
everything
,
—
sate
on
Rebecca
at
that
moment
.
After
this
incident
,
the
mother’s
dislike
increased
to
hatred
:
the
consciousness
that
the
child
was
in
the
house
was
a
reproach
and
a
pain
to
her
.
His
very
sight
annoyed
her
.
Fear
,
doubt
,
and
resistance
sprang
up
,
too
,
in
the
boy’s
own
bosom
.
They
were
separated
from
that
day
of
the
boxes
on
the
ear
.
Lord
Steyne
also
heartily
disliked
the
boy
.
When
they
met
by
mischance
,
he
made
sarcastic
bows
or
remarks
to
the
child
,
or
glared
at
him
with
savage-looking
eyes
.
Rawdon
used
to
stare
him
in
the
face
,
and
double
his
little
fists
in
return
.
He
knew
his
enemy
;
and
this
gentleman
,
of
all
who
came
to
the
house
,
was
the
one
who
angered
him
most
.
One
day
the
footman
found
him
squaring
his
fists
at
Lord
Steyne’s
hat
in
the
hall
.
The
footman
told
the
circumstance
as
a
good
joke
to
Lord
Steyne’s
coachman
;
that
officer
imparted
it
to
Lord
Steyne’s
gentleman
,
and
to
the
servants’
hall
in
general
.
And
very
soon
afterwards
,
when
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
made
her
appearance
at
Gaunt
House
,
the
porter
who
unbarred
the
gates
,
the
servants
of
all
uniforms
in
the
hall
,
the
functionaries
in
white
waistcoats
,
who
bawled
out
from
landing
to
landing
the
names
of
Colonel
and
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
,
knew
about
her
,
or
fancied
they
did
.
The
man
who
brought
her
refreshment
and
stood
behind
her
chair
,
had
talked
her
character
over
with
the
large
gentleman
in
motley-coloured
clothes
at
his
side
.
Bon
Dieu
!
it
is
awful
,
that
servants’
inquisition
!
You
see
a
woman
in
a
great
party
in
a
splendid
saloon
,
surrounded
by
faithful
admirers
,
distributing
sparkling
glances
,
dressed
to
perfection
,
curled
,
rouged
,
smiling
and
happy
:
—
Discovery
walks
respectfully
up
to
her
,
in
the
shape
of
a
huge
powdered
man
with
large
calves
and
a
tray
of
ices
—
with
Calumny
(
which
is
as
fatal
as
truth
)
—
behind
him
,
in
the
shape
of
the
hulking
fellow
carrying
the
wafer-biscuits
.
Madam
,
your
secret
will
be
talked
over
by
those
men
at
their
club
at
the
public-house
to-night
.
Jeames
will
tell
Chawles
his
nations
about
you
over
their
pipes
and
pewter
beer-pots
.
Some
people
ought
to
have
mutes
for
servants
in
Vanity
Fair
—
mutes
who
could
not
write
.
If
you
are
guilty
,
tremble
.
That
fellow
behind
your
chair
may
be
a
Janissary
with
a
bow-string
in
his
plush
breeches
pocket
.
If
you
are
not
guilty
,
have
a
care
of
appearances
:
which
are
as
ruinous
as
guilt
.
“
Was
Rebecca
guilty
or
not
?
”
the
Vehmgericht
of
the
servants’
hall
had
pronounced
against
her
.
And
,
I
shame
to
say
,
she
would
not
have
got
credit
had
they
not
believed
her
to
be
guilty
.
It
was
the
sight
of
the
Marquis
of
Steyne’s
carriage-lamps
at
her
door
,
contemplated
by
Raggles
,
burning
in
the
blackness
of
midnight
,
“
that
kep
him
up
,
”
as
he
afterwards
said
;
that
even
more
than
Rebecca’s
arts
and
coaxings
.
And
so
—
guiltless
very
likely
—
she
was
writhing
and
pushing
onward
towards
what
they
call
“
a
position
in
society
,
”
and
the
servants
were
pointing
at
her
as
lost
and
ruined
.
So
you
see
Molly
,
the
housemaid
,
of
a
morning
,
watching
a
spider
in
the
door-post
lay
his
thread
and
laboriously
crawl
up
it
,
until
,
tired
of
the
sport
,
she
raises
her
broom
and
sweeps
away
the
thread
and
the
artificer
.
A
day
or
two
before
Christmas
,
Becky
,
her
husband
and
her
son
,
made
ready
and
went
to
pass
the
holidays
at
the
seat
of
their
ancestors
at
Queen’s
Crawley
.
Becky
would
have
liked
to
leave
the
little
brat
behind
,
and
would
have
done
so
but
for
Lady
Jane’s
urgent
invitations
to
the
youngster
;
and
the
symptoms
of
revolt
and
discontent
which
Rawdon
manifested
at
her
neglect
of
her
son
.
“
He’s
the
finest
boy
in
England
,
”
the
father
said
,
in
a
tone
of
reproach
to
her
,
“
and
you
don’t
seem
to
care
for
him
,
Becky
,
as
much
as
you
do
for
your
spaniel
.
He
shan’t
bother
you
much
:
at
home
he
will
be
away
from
you
in
the
nursery
,
and
he
shall
go
outside
on
the
coach
with
me
.
”
“
where
you
go
yourself
because
you
want
to
smoke
those
filthy
cigars
,
”
replied
Mrs.
Rawdon
.
“
I
remember
when
you
liked
’em
though
,
”
answered
the
husband
.
Becky
laughed
:
she
was
almost
always
good-humoured
.
That
was
when
I
was
on
my
promotion
,
Goosey
,
”
she
said
.
“
Take
Rawdon
outside
with
you
,
and
give
him
a
cigar
too
if
you
like
.
”
Rawdon
did
not
warm
his
little
son
for
the
winter’s
journey
in
this
way
,
but
he
and
Briggs
wrapped
up
the
child
in
shawls
and
comforters
,
and
he
was
hoisted
respectfully
on
to
the
roof
of
the
coach
in
the
dark
morning
,
under
the
lamps
of
the
White
Horse
Cellar
:
and
with
no
small
delight
he
watched
the
dawn
rise
,
and
made
his
first
journey
to
the
place
which
his
father
still
called
home
.
It
was
a
journey
of
infinite
pleasure
to
the
boy
,
to
whom
the
incidents
of
the
road
afforded
endless
interest
:
his
father
answering
to
him
all
questions
connected
with
it
,
and
telling
him
who
lived
in
the
great
white
house
to
the
right
,
and
whom
the
park
belonged
to
.
His
mother
,
inside
the
vehicle
,
with
her
maid
and
her
furs
,
her
wrappers
,
and
her
scent
bottles
,
made
such
a
to-do
that
you
would
have
thought
she
never
had
been
in
a
stage-coach
before
—
much
less
,
that
she
had
been
turned
out
of
this
very
one
to
make
room
for
a
paying
passenger
on
a
certain
journey
performed
some
half-score
years
ago
.
It
was
dark
again
when
little
Rawdon
was
wakened
up
to
enter
his
uncle’s
carriage
at
Mudbury
,
and
he
sate
and
looked
out
of
it
wondering
as
the
great
iron
gates
flew
open
,
and
at
the
white
trunks
of
the
limes
as
they
swept
by
,
until
they
stopped
,
at
length
,
before
the
light
windows
of
the
Hall
,
which
were
blazing
and
comfortable
with
Christmas
welcome
.
The
hall-door
was
flung
open
—
a
big
fire
was
burning
in
the
great
old
fire-place
—
a
carpet
was
down
over
the
chequered
black
flags
—
“
It’s
the
old
Turkey
one
that
used
to
be
in
the
Ladies’
Gallery
,
”
thought
Rebecca
,
and
the
next
instant
was
kissing
Lady
Jane
.
”
She
and
Sir
Pitt
performed
the
same
salute
with
great
gravity
:
but
Rawdon
having
been
smoking
,
hung
back
rather
from
his
sister-in-law
,
whose
two
children
came
up
to
their
cousin
:
and
,
while
Matilda
held
out
her
hand
and
kissed
him
,
Pitt
Binkie
Southdown
,
the
son
and
heir
,
stood
aloof
rather
,
and
examined
him
as
a
little
dog
does
a
big
dog
.
Then
the
kind
hostess
conducted
her
guests
to
the
snug
apartments
blazing
with
cheerful
fires
.
Then
the
young
ladies
came
and
knocked
at
Mrs.
Rawdon’s
door
,
under
the
pretence
that
they
were
desirous
to
be
useful
,
but
in
reality
to
have
the
pleasure
of
inspecting
the
contents
of
her
band
and
bonnet-boxes
,
and
her
dresses
which
,
though
black
,
were
of
the
newest
London
fashion
.
And
they
told
her
how
much
the
Hall
was
changed
for
the
better
,
and
how
old
Lady
Southdown
was
gone
,
and
how
Pitt
was
taking
his
station
in
the
county
,
as
became
a
Crawley
in
fact
.
Then
the
great
dinner-bell
having
rung
,
the
family
assembled
at
dinner
,
at
which
meal
Rawdon
Junior
was
placed
by
his
aunt
,
the
good-natured
lady
of
the
house
:
Sir
Pitt
being
uncommonly
attentive
to
his
sister-in-law
at
his
own
right
hand
.
Little
Rawdon
exhibited
a
fine
appetite
,
and
showed
a
gentleman-like
behaviour
.
“
I
like
to
dine
here
,
”
he
said
to
his
aunt
when
he
had
completed
his
meal
,
at
the
conclusion
of
which
,
and
after
a
decent
grace
by
Sir
Pitt
,
the
youngest
son
and
heir
was
introduced
,
and
was
perched
on
a
high
chair
by
the
Baronet’s
side
,
while
the
daughter
took
possession
of
the
place
and
the
little
wine-glass
prepared
for
her
near
her
mother
.
“
I
like
to
dine
here
,
”
said
Rawdon
Minor
,
looking
up
at
his
relation’s
kind
face
.
“
Why
?
”
said
the
good
Lady
Jane
.
“
I
dine
in
the
kitchen
when
I
am
at
home
,
”
replied
Rawdon
Minor
,
“
or
else
with
Briggs
.
”
But
Becky
was
so
engaged
with
the
Baronet
,
her
host
,
pouring
out
a
flood
of
compliments
and
delights
and
raptures
,
and
admiring
young
Pitt
Binkie
,
whom
she
declared
to
be
the
most
beautiful
,
intelligent
,
noble-looking
little
creature
,
and
so
like
his
father
,
that
she
did
not
hear
the
remarks
of
her
own
flesh
and
blood
at
the
other
end
of
the
broad
shining
table
.
As
a
guest
,
and
it
being
the
first
night
of
his
arrival
,
Rawdon
the
Second
was
allowed
to
sit
up
until
the
hour
when
tea
being
over
,
and
a
great
gilt
book
being
laid
on
the
table
before
Sir
Pitt
,
all
the
domestics
of
the
family
streamed
in
,
and
Sir
Pitt
read
prayers
.
It
was
the
first
time
the
poor
little
boy
had
ever
witnessed
or
heard
of
such
a
ceremonial
.
The
house
had
been
much
improved
even
since
the
Baronet’s
brief
reign
,
and
was
pronounced
by
Becky
to
be
perfect
,
charming
,
delightful
,
when
she
surveyed
it
in
his
company
.
As
for
little
Rawdon
,
who
examined
it
with
the
children
for
his
guides
,
it
seemed
to
him
a
perfect
palace
of
enchantment
and
wonder
.
There
were
long
galleries
,
and
ancient
state
bed-rooms
,
there
were
pictures
and
old
China
,
and
armour
.
There
were
the
rooms
in
which
grandpapa
died
,
and
by
which
the
children
walked
with
terrified
looks
.
“
Who
was
grandpapa
?
”
he
asked
;
and
they
told
him
how
he
used
to
be
very
old
,
and
used
to
be
wheeled
about
in
a
garden-chair
,
and
they
showed
him
the
garden-chair
one
day
rotting
in
the
out-house
in
which
it
had
lain
since
the
old
gentleman
had
been
wheeled
away
yonder
to
the
church
,
of
which
the
spire
was
glittering
over
the
park
elms
.
The
brothers
had
good
occupation
for
several
mornings
in
examining
the
improvements
which
had
been
effected
by
Sir
Pitt’s
genius
and
economy
.
And
as
they
walked
or
rode
,
and
looked
at
them
,
they
could
talk
without
too
much
boring
each
other
.
And
Pitt
took
care
to
tell
Rawdon
what
a
heavy
outlay
of
money
these
improvements
had
occasioned
:
and
that
a
man
of
landed
and
funded
property
was
often
very
hard
pressed
for
twenty
pounds
.
“
There
is
that
new
lodge
gate
,
”
said
Pitt
,
pointing
to
it
humbly
with
the
bamboo
cane
,
“
I
can
no
more
pay
for
it
before
the
dividends
in
January
that
I
can
fly
.
”
“
I
can
lend
you
,
Pitt
,
till
then
,
”
Rawdon
answered
rather
ruefully
;
and
they
went
in
and
looked
at
the
restored
lodge
,
where
the
family
arms
were
just
new
scraped
in
stone
;
and
where
old
Mrs.
Lock
,
for
the
first
time
these
many
long
years
,
had
tight
doors
,
sound
roofs
,
and
whole
windows
.
X
.
Between
Hampshire
and
London
SIR
PITT
CRAWLEY
had
done
more
than
repair
fences
and
restore
dilapidated
lodges
on
the
Queen’s
Crawley
estate
.
Like
a
wise
man
he
had
set
to
work
to
rebuild
the
injured
popularity
of
his
house
,
and
stop
up
the
gaps
and
ruins
in
which
his
name
had
been
left
by
his
disreputable
and
thriftless
old
predecessor
.
He
was
elected
for
the
borough
speedily
after
his
father’s
demise
;
a
magistrate
,
a
member
of
parliament
,
a
county
magnate
and
representative
of
an
ancient
family
,
he
made
it
his
duty
to
show
himself
before
the
Hampshire
public
,
subscribed
handsomely
to
the
county
charities
,
called
assiduously
upon
all
the
county
folk
,
and
laid
himself
out
in
a
word
to
take
that
position
in
Hampshire
,
and
in
the
Empire
afterwards
,
to
which
he
thought
his
prodigious
talents
justly
entitled
him
.
Lady
Jane
was
instructed
to
be
friendly
with
the
Fuddlestones
,
and
the
Wapshots
,
and
the
other
famous
baronets
,
their
neighbours
.
Their
carriages
might
frequently
be
seen
in
the
Queen’s
Crawley
avenue
now
;
they
dined
pretty
frequently
at
the
Hall
(
where
the
cookery
was
so
good
,
that
it
was
clear
Lady
Jane
very
seldom
had
a
hand
in
it
)
,
and
in
return
Pitt
and
his
wife
most
energetically
dined
out
in
all
sorts
of
weather
,
and
at
all
sorts
of
distances
.
For
though
Pitt
did
not
care
for
joviality
,
being
a
frigid
man
of
poor
health
and
appetite
,
yet
he
considered
that
to
be
hospitable
and
condescending
was
quite
incumbent
on
his
station
,
and
every
time
that
he
got
a
headache
from
too
long
and
after-dinner
sitting
,
he
felt
that
he
was
a
martyr
to
duty
.
He
talked
about
crops
,
corn-laws
,
politics
,
with
the
best
country
gentlemen
.
He
(
who
had
been
formerly
inclined
to
be
a
sad
freethinker
on
these
points
)
entered
into
poaching
and
game
preserving
with
ardour
.
He
didn’t
hunt
:
he
wasn’t
a
hunting
man
;
he
was
a
man
of
books
and
peaceful
habits
:
but
he
thought
that
the
breed
of
horses
must
be
kept
up
in
the
country
,
and
that
the
breed
of
foxes
must
therefore
be
looked
to
,
and
for
his
part
,
if
his
friend
,
Sir
Huddlestone
Fuddlestone
,
liked
to
draw
his
country
,
and
meet
as
of
old
the
F
.
hounds
used
to
do
at
Queen’s
Crawley
,
he
should
be
happy
to
see
him
there
,
and
the
gentlemen
of
the
Fuddlestone
hunt
.
And
to
Lady
Southdown’s
dismay
too
he
became
more
orthodox
in
his
tendencies
every
day
:
gave
up
preaching
in
public
and
attending
meeting-houses
;
went
stoutly
to
Church
;
called
on
the
Bishop
,
and
all
the
Clergy
at
Winchester
:
and
made
no
objection
when
the
Venerable
Archdeacon
Trumper
asked
for
a
game
of
whist
.
What
pangs
must
have
been
those
of
Lady
Southdown
,
and
what
an
utter
cast-away
she
must
have
thought
her
son-in-law
for
permitting
such
a
godless
diversion
!
and
when
,
on
the
return
of
the
family
from
an
oratorio
at
Winchester
,
the
Baronet
announced
to
the
young
ladies
that
he
should
next
year
very
probably
take
them
to
the
“
county
balls
,
”
they
worshipped
him
for
his
kindness
.
Lady
Jane
was
only
too
obedient
,
and
perhaps
glad
herself
to
go
.
The
Dowager
wrote
off
the
direst
descriptions
of
her
daughter’s
worldly
behaviour
to
the
authoress
of
the
“
Washerwoman
of
Finchley
Common
”
at
the
Cape
;
and
her
house
in
Brighton
being
about
this
time
unoccupied
,
returned
to
that
watering-place
,
her
absence
being
not
very
much
deplored
by
her
children
.
We
may
suppose
,
too
,
that
Rebecca
,
on
paying
a
second
visit
to
Queen’s
Crawley
,
did
not
feel
particularly
grieved
at
the
absence
of
the
lady
of
the
medicine
chest
;
though
she
wrote
a
Christmas
letter
to
her
Ladyship
,
in
which
she
respectfully
recalled
herself
to
Lady
Southdown’s
recollection
,
spoke
with
gratitude
of
the
delight
which
her
Ladyship’s
conversation
had
given
her
on
the
former
visit
,
dilated
on
the
kindness
with
which
her
Ladyship
had
treated
her
in
sickness
,
and
declared
that
everything
at
Queen’s
Crawley
reminded
her
of
her
absent
friend
.
A
great
part
of
the
altered
demeanour
and
popularity
of
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
might
have
been
traced
to
the
counsels
of
that
astute
little
lady
of
Curzon
Street
.
“
You
remain
a
baronet
—
you
consent
to
be
a
mere
country
gentleman
,
”
she
said
to
him
,
while
he
had
been
her
guest
in
London
.
“
No
,
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
,
I
know
you
better
.
I
know
your
talents
and
your
ambition
.
You
fancy
you
hide
them
both
:
but
you
can
conceal
neither
from
me
.
I
showed
Lord
Steyne
your
pamphlet
on
malt
.
He
was
familiar
with
it
:
and
said
it
was
in
the
opinion
of
the
whole
Cabinet
the
most
masterly
thing
that
had
appeared
on
the
subject
.
The
Ministry
has
its
eye
upon
you
,
and
I
know
what
you
want
.
You
want
to
distinguish
yourself
in
Parliament
;
every
one
says
you
are
the
finest
speaker
in
England
(
for
your
speeches
at
Oxford
are
still
remembered
)
.
You
want
to
be
Member
for
the
County
,
where
,
with
your
own
vote
and
your
borough
at
your
back
,
you
can
command
anything
.
And
you
want
to
be
Baron
Crawley
of
Queen’s
Crawley
,
and
will
be
before
you
die
.
I
saw
it
all
.
I
could
read
your
heart
,
Sir
Pitt
.
If
I
had
a
husband
who
possessed
your
intellect
as
he
does
your
name
,
I
sometimes
think
I
should
not
be
unworthy
of
him
—
but
—
but
I
am
your
kinswoman
now
,
”
she
added
with
a
laugh
.
“
Poor
little
penniless
I
have
got
a
little
interest
—
and
who
knows
,
perhaps
the
mouse
may
be
able
to
aid
the
lion
.
”
Pitt
Crawley
was
amazed
and
enraptured
with
her
speech
.
“
How
that
woman
comprehends
me
!
”
he
said
.
“
I
never
could
get
Jane
to
read
three
pages
of
the
malt-pamphlet
.
She
has
no
idea
that
I
have
commanding
talents
or
secret
ambition
.
So
they
remember
my
speaking
at
Oxford
,
do
they
?
The
rascals
!
now
that
I
represent
my
borough
and
may
sit
for
the
county
,
they
begin
to
recollect
me
!
Why
,
Lord
Steyne
cut
me
at
the
levee
last
year
:
they
are
beginning
to
find
out
that
Pitt
Crawley
is
some
one
at
last
.
Yes
,
the
man
was
always
the
same
whom
these
people
neglected
:
it
was
only
the
opportunity
that
was
wanting
,
and
I
will
show
them
now
that
I
can
speak
and
act
as
well
as
write
.
Achilles
did
not
declare
himself
until
they
gave
him
the
sword
.
I
hold
it
now
,
and
the
world
shall
yet
hear
of
Pitt
Crawley
.
”
Therefore
it
was
that
this
roguish
diplomatist
had
grown
so
hospitable
;
that
he
was
so
civil
to
oratorios
and
hospitals
;
so
kind
to
Deans
and
Chapters
;
so
generous
in
giving
and
accepting
dinners
;
so
uncommonly
gracious
to
farmers
on
market-days
;
and
so
much
interested
about
county
business
;
and
that
the
Christmas
at
the
Hall
was
the
gayest
which
had
been
known
there
for
many
a
long
day
.
On
Christmas
Day
a
great
family
gathering
took
place
.
All
the
Crawleys
from
the
Rectory
came
to
dine
.
Rebecca
was
as
frank
and
fond
of
Mrs.
Bute
,
as
if
the
other
had
never
been
her
enemy
;
she
was
affectionately
interested
in
the
dear
girls
,
and
surprised
at
the
progress
which
they
had
made
in
music
since
her
time
:
and
insisted
upon
encoring
one
of
the
duets
out
of
the
great
song-books
which
Jim
,
grumbling
,
had
been
forced
to
bring
under
his
arm
from
the
Rectory
.
Mrs.
Bute
,
perforce
,
was
obliged
to
adopt
a
decent
demeanour
towards
the
little
adventuress
—
of
course
being
free
to
discourse
with
her
daughters
afterwards
about
the
absurd
respect
with
which
Sir
Pitt
treated
his
sister-in-law
.
But
Jim
,
who
had
sate
next
to
her
at
dinner
,
declared
she
was
a
trump
:
and
one
and
all
of
the
Rector’s
family
agreed
that
the
little
Rawdon
was
a
fine
boy
.
They
respected
a
possible
baronet
in
the
boy
,
between
whom
and
the
title
there
was
only
the
little
sickly
pale
Pitt
Binkie
.
The
children
were
very
good
friends
.
Pitt
Binkie
was
too
little
a
dog
for
such
a
big
dog
as
Rawdon
to
play
with
:
and
Matilda
being
only
a
girl
,
of
course
not
fit
companion
for
a
young
gentleman
who
was
near
eight
years
old
,
and
going
into
jackets
very
soon
.
He
took
the
command
of
this
small
party
at
once
—
the
little
girl
and
the
little
boy
following
him
about
with
great
reverence
at
such
times
as
he
condescended
to
sport
with
them
.
His
happiness
and
pleasure
in
the
country
were
extreme
.
The
kitchen
garden
pleased
him
hugely
,
the
flowers
moderately
,
but
the
pigeons
and
the
poultry
,
and
the
stables
when
he
was
allowed
to
visit
them
,
were
delightful
objects
to
him
.
He
resisted
being
kissed
by
the
Misses
Crawley
:
but
he
allowed
Lady
Jane
sometimes
to
embrace
him
:
and
it
was
by
her
side
that
he
liked
to
sit
when
,
the
signal
to
retire
to
the
drawing-room
being
given
,
the
ladies
left
the
gentlemen
to
their
claret
—
by
her
side
rather
than
by
his
mother
.
For
Rebecca
seeing
that
tenderness
was
the
fashion
,
called
Rawdon
to
her
one
evening
,
and
stooped
down
and
kissed
him
in
the
presence
of
all
the
ladies
.
He
looked
her
full
in
the
face
after
the
operation
,
trembling
and
turning
very
red
,
as
his
wont
was
when
moved
.
“
You
never
kiss
me
at
home
,
Mamma
,
”
he
said
;
at
which
there
was
a
general
silence
and
consternation
,
and
a
by
no
means
pleasant
look
in
Becky’s
eyes
.
Rawdon
was
fond
of
his
sister-in-law
,
for
her
regard
for
his
son
.
Lady
Jane
and
Becky
did
not
get
on
quite
so
well
at
this
visit
as
on
occasion
of
the
former
one
,
when
the
Colonel’s
wife
was
bent
upon
pleasing
.
Those
two
speeches
of
the
child
struck
rather
a
chill
.
Perhaps
Sir
Pitt
was
rather
too
attentive
to
her
.
But
Rawdon
,
as
became
his
age
and
size
,
was
fonder
of
the
society
of
the
men
than
of
the
women
;
and
never
wearied
of
accompanying
his
sire
to
the
stables
,
whither
the
Colonel
retired
to
smoke
his
cigar
—
Jim
,
the
Rector’s
son
,
sometimes
joining
his
cousin
in
that
and
other
amusements
.
He
and
the
Baronet’s
keeper
were
very
close
friends
,
their
mutual
taste
for
“
dawgs
”
bringing
them
much
together
.
On
one
day
,
Mr.
James
,
the
Colonel
,
and
Horn
,
the
keeper
,
went
and
shot
pheasants
,
taking
little
Rawdon
with
them
.
On
another
most
blissful
morning
,
these
four
gentlemen
partook
of
the
amusement
of
rat-hunting
in
a
barn
,
than
which
sport
Rawdon
as
yet
had
never
seen
anything
more
noble
.
They
stopped
up
the
ends
of
certain
drains
in
the
barn
,
into
the
other
openings
of
which
ferrets
were
inserted
;
and
then
stood
silently
aloof
,
with
uplifted
stakes
in
their
hands
,
and
an
anxious
little
terrier
(
Mr.
James’s
celebrated
“
dawg
”
Forceps
,
indeed
,
)
scarcely
breathing
from
excitement
,
listening
motionless
on
three
legs
,
to
the
faint
squeaking
of
the
rats
below
.
Desperately
bold
at
last
,
the
persecuted
animals
bolted
above-ground
:
the
terrier
accounted
for
one
,
the
keeper
for
another
;
Rawdon
,
from
flurry
and
excitement
,
missed
his
rat
,
but
on
the
other
hand
he
half-murdered
a
ferret
.
But
the
greatest
day
of
all
was
that
on
which
Sir
Huddlestone
Fuddlestone’s
hounds
met
upon
the
lawn
at
Queen’s
Crawley
.
That
was
a
famous
sight
for
little
Rawdon
.
At
half-past
ten
,
Tom
Moody
,
Sir
Huddlestone
Fuddlestone’s
huntsman
,
was
seen
trotting
up
the
avenue
,
followed
by
the
noble
pack
of
hounds
in
a
compact
body
—
the
rear
being
brought
up
by
the
two
whips
clad
in
stained
scarlet
frocks
—
light
hard-featured
lads
on
well-bred
lean
horses
,
possessing
marvellous
dexterity
in
casting
the
points
of
their
long
heavy
whips
at
the
thinnest
part
of
any
dog’s
skin
who
dares
to
straggle
from
the
main
body
,
or
to
take
the
slightest
notice
,
or
even
so
much
as
wink
,
at
the
hares
and
rabbits
starting
under
their
noses
.
Next
comes
boy
Jack
,
Tom
Moody’s
son
,
who
weighs
five
stone
,
measures
eight-and-forty
inches
,
and
will
never
be
any
bigger
.
He
is
perched
on
a
large
raw-boned
hunter
,
half-covered
by
a
capacious
saddle
.
This
animal
is
Sir
Huddlestone
Fuddlestone’s
favourite
horse
—
the
Nob
.
Other
horses
,
ridden
by
other
small
boys
,
arrive
from
time
to
time
,
awaiting
their
masters
,
who
will
come
cantering
on
anon
.
Tom
Moody
rides
up
to
the
door
of
the
Hall
,
where
he
is
welcomed
by
the
butler
,
who
offers
him
drink
,
which
he
declines
.
He
and
his
pack
then
draw
off
into
a
sheltered
corner
of
the
lawn
,
where
the
dogs
roll
on
the
grass
,
and
play
or
growl
angrily
at
one
another
,
ever
and
anon
breaking
out
into
furious
fight
speedily
to
be
quelled
by
Tom’s
voice
,
unmatched
at
rating
,
or
the
snaky
thongs
of
the
whips
.
Many
young
gentlemen
canter
up
on
thoroughbred
hacks
,
spatter-dashed
to
the
knee
,
and
enter
the
house
to
drink
cherry-brandy
and
pay
their
respects
to
the
ladies
,
or
,
more
modest
and
sportsman-like
,
divest
themselves
of
their
mudboots
,
exchange
their
hacks
for
their
hunters
,
and
warm
their
blood
by
a
preliminary
gallop
round
the
lawn
.
Then
they
collect
round
the
pack
in
the
corner
,
and
talk
with
Tom
Moody
of
past
sport
,
and
the
merits
of
Sniveller
and
Diamond
,
and
of
the
state
of
the
country
and
of
the
wretched
breed
of
foxes
.
Sir
Huddlestone
presently
appears
mounted
on
a
clever
cob
,
and
rides
up
to
the
Hall
,
where
he
enters
and
does
the
civil
thing
by
the
ladies
,
after
which
,
being
a
man
of
few
words
,
he
proceeds
to
business
.
The
hounds
are
drawn
up
to
the
hall-door
and
little
Rawdon
descends
amongst
them
,
excited
yet
half
alarmed
by
the
caresses
which
they
bestow
upon
him
,
at
the
thumps
he
receives
from
their
waving
tails
,
and
at
their
canine
bickerings
,
scarcely
restrained
by
Tom
Moody’s
tongue
and
lash
.
Meanwhile
,
Sir
Huddlestone
has
hoisted
himself
unwieldily
on
the
Nob
:
“
Let’s
try
Sowster’s
Spinney
,
Tom
,
”
says
the
Baronet
,
“
Farmer
Mangle
tells
me
there
are
two
foxes
in
it
.
”
Tom
blows
his
horn
and
trots
off
,
followed
by
the
pack
,
by
the
whips
,
by
the
young
gents
from
Winchester
,
by
the
farmers
of
the
neighbourhood
,
by
the
labourers
of
the
parish
on
foot
,
with
whom
the
day
is
a
great
holiday
;
Sir
Huddlestone
bringing
up
the
rear
with
Colonel
Crawley
,
and
the
whole
cortège
disappears
down
the
avenue
.
The
Reverend
Bute
Crawley
(
who
has
been
too
modest
to
appear
at
the
public
meet
before
his
nephew’s
windows
)
,
and
whom
Tom
Moody
remembers
forty
years
back
a
slender
divine
riding
the
wildest
horses
,
jumping
the
widest
brooks
,
and
larking
over
the
newest
gates
in
the
country
,
—
his
Reverence
,
we
say
,
happens
to
trot
out
from
the
Rectory
Lane
on
his
powerful
black
horse
,
just
as
Sir
Huddlestone
passes
;
he
joins
the
worthy
baronet
.
Hounds
and
horsemen
disappear
,
and
little
Rawdon
remains
on
the
door-steps
,
wondering
and
happy
.
During
the
progress
of
this
memorable
holiday
,
little
Rawdon
,
if
he
had
got
no
special
liking
for
his
uncle
,
always
awful
and
cold
,
and
locked
up
in
his
study
,
plunged
in
justice-business
and
surrounded
by
bailiffs
and
farmers
—
has
gained
the
good
graces
of
his
married
and
maiden
aunts
,
of
the
two
little
folks
of
the
Hall
,
and
of
Jim
of
the
Rectory
,
whom
Sir
Pitt
is
encouraging
to
pay
his
addresses
to
one
of
the
young
ladies
,
with
an
understanding
doubtless
that
he
shall
be
presented
to
the
living
when
it
shall
be
vacated
by
his
fox-hunting
old
sire
.
Jim
has
given
up
that
sport
himself
,
and
confines
himself
to
a
little
harmless
duck
or
snipe-shooting
,
or
a
little
quiet
trifling
with
the
rats
during
the
Christmas
holidays
,
after
which
he
will
return
to
the
University
,
and
try
and
not
be
plucked
,
once
more
.
He
has
already
eschewed
green
coats
,
red
neckcloths
,
and
other
worldly
ornaments
,
and
is
preparing
himself
for
a
change
in
his
condition
.
In
this
cheap
and
thrifty
was
Sir
Pitt
tries
to
pay
off
his
debt
to
his
family
.
Also
before
this
merry
Christmas
was
over
,
the
Baronet
had
screwed
up
courage
enough
to
give
his
brother
another
draft
on
his
bankers
,
and
for
no
less
a
sum
than
a
hundred
pounds
,
an
act
which
caused
Sir
Pitt
cruel
pangs
at
first
,
but
which
made
him
glow
afterwards
to
think
himself
one
of
the
most
generous
of
men
.
Rawdon
and
his
son
went
away
with
the
utmost
heaviness
of
heart
.
Becky
and
the
ladies
parted
with
some
alacrity
,
however
:
and
our
friend
returned
to
London
to
commence
those
avocations
with
which
we
find
her
occupied
when
this
chapter
begins
.
Under
her
care
the
Crawley
House
in
Great
Gaunt
Street
was
quite
rejuvenescent
,
and
ready
for
the
reception
of
Sir
Pitt
and
his
family
,
when
the
Baronet
came
to
London
to
attend
his
duties
in
Parliament
,
and
to
assume
that
position
in
the
country
for
which
his
vast
genius
fitted
him
.
For
the
first
session
,
this
profound
dissembler
hid
his
projects
and
never
opened
his
lips
but
to
present
a
petition
from
Mudbury
.
But
he
attended
assiduously
in
his
place
,
and
learned
thoroughly
the
routine
and
business
of
the
House
.
At
home
he
gave
himself
up
to
the
perusal
of
Blue
Books
,
to
the
alarm
and
wonder
of
Lady
Jane
,
who
thought
he
was
killing
himself
by
late
hours
and
intense
application
.
And
he
made
acquaintance
with
the
ministers
,
and
the
chiefs
of
his
party
,
determining
to
rank
as
one
of
them
before
many
years
were
over
.
Lady
Jane’s
sweetness
and
kindness
had
inspired
Rebecca
with
such
a
contempt
for
her
ladyship
as
the
little
woman
found
no
small
difficulty
in
concealing
.
That
sort
of
goodness
and
simplicity
which
Lady
Jane
possessed
,
annoyed
our
friend
Becky
,
and
it
was
impossible
for
her
at
times
not
to
show
,
or
to
let
the
other
divine
her
scorn
.
Her
presence
,
too
,
rendered
Lady
Jane
uneasy
.
Her
husband
talked
constantly
with
Becky
.
Signs
of
intelligence
seemed
to
pass
between
them
:
and
Pitt
spoke
with
her
on
subjects
on
which
he
never
thought
of
discoursing
with
Lady
Jane
.
The
latter
did
not
understand
them
to
be
sure
,
but
it
was
mortifying
to
remain
silent
;
still
more
mortifying
to
know
that
you
had
nothing
to
say
,
and
hear
that
little
audacious
Mrs.
Rawdon
dashing
on
from
subject
to
subject
,
with
a
word
for
every
man
,
and
a
joke
always
pat
;
and
to
sit
in
one’s
own
house
alone
,
by
the
fireside
,
and
watching
all
the
men
round
your
rival
.
In
the
country
,
when
Lady
Jane
was
telling
stories
to
the
children
,
who
clustered
about
her
knees
(
little
Rawdon
into
the
bargain
,
who
was
very
fond
of
her
)
—
and
Becky
came
into
the
room
,
sneering
with
green
scornful
eyes
,
poor
Lady
Jane
grew
silent
under
those
baleful
glances
.
Her
simple
little
fancies
shrank
away
tremulously
,
as
fairies
in
the
story-books
,
before
a
superior
bad
angel
.
She
could
not
go
on
,
although
Rebecca
,
with
the
smallest
inflection
of
sarcasm
in
her
voice
,
besought
her
to
continue
that
charming
story
.
And
on
her
side
gentle
thoughts
and
simple
pleasures
were
odious
to
Mrs.
Becky
;
they
discorded
with
her
;
she
hated
people
for
liking
them
;
she
spurned
children
and
children-lovers
.
“
I
have
no
taste
for
bread
and
butter
,
”
she
would
say
,
when
caricaturing
Lady
Jane
and
her
ways
to
my
Lord
Steyne
.
“
No
more
has
a
certain
person
for
holy
water
,
”
his
lordship
replied
with
a
bow
and
a
grin
,
and
a
great
jarring
laugh
afterwards
.
So
these
two
ladies
did
not
see
much
of
each
other
except
upon
those
occasions
,
when
the
younger
brother’s
wife
,
having
an
object
to
gain
from
the
other
,
frequented
her
.
They
my-loved
and
my-deared
each
other
assiduously
,
but
kept
apart
generally
:
whereas
Sir
Pitt
,
in
the
midst
of
his
multiplied
avocations
,
found
daily
time
to
see
his
sister-in-law
.
On
the
occasion
of
his
first
Speaker’s
dinner
,
Sir
Pitt
took
the
opportunity
of
appearing
before
his
sister-in-law
in
his
uniform
—
that
old
diplomatic
suit
which
he
had
worn
when
attaché
to
the
Pumpernickel
legation
.
Becky
complimented
him
upon
that
dress
,
and
admired
him
almost
as
much
as
his
own
wife
and
children
,
to
whom
he
displayed
himself
before
he
set
out
.
She
said
that
it
was
only
the
thoroughbred
gentleman
who
could
wear
the
Court
suit
with
advantage
:
it
was
only
your
men
of
ancient
race
whom
the
culotte
courte
became
.
Pitt
looked
down
with
complacency
at
his
legs
,
which
had
not
,
in
truth
,
much
more
symmetry
or
swell
than
the
lean
Court
sword
which
dangled
by
his
side
:
looked
down
at
his
legs
,
and
thought
in
his
heart
that
he
was
killing
.
When
he
was
gone
,
Mrs.
Becky
made
a
caricature
of
his
figure
,
which
she
showed
to
Lord
Steyne
when
he
arrived
.
His
lordship
carried
off
the
sketch
,
delighted
with
the
accuracy
of
the
resemblance
.
He
had
done
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
the
honour
to
meet
him
at
Mrs.
Becky’s
house
,
and
had
been
most
gracious
to
the
new
Baronet
and
member
.
Pitt
was
struck
too
by
the
deference
with
which
the
great
Peer
treated
his
sister-in-law
,
by
her
ease
and
sprightliness
in
the
conversation
,
and
by
the
delight
with
which
the
other
men
of
the
party
listened
to
her
talk
.
Lord
Steyne
made
no
doubt
but
that
the
Baronet
had
only
commenced
his
career
in
public
life
,
and
expected
rather
anxiously
to
hear
him
as
an
orator
;
as
they
were
neighbours
(
for
Great
Gaunt
Street
leads
into
Gaunt
Square
,
whereof
Gaunt
House
,
as
everybody
knows
,
forms
one
side
)
my
lord
hoped
that
as
soon
as
Lady
Steyne
arrived
in
London
she
would
have
the
honour
of
making
the
acquaintance
of
Lady
Crawley
.
He
left
a
card
upon
his
neighbour
in
the
course
of
a
day
or
two
;
having
never
thought
fit
to
notice
his
predecessor
,
though
they
had
lived
near
each
other
for
near
a
century
past
.
In
the
midst
of
these
intrigues
and
fine
parties
and
wise
and
brilliant
personages
Rawdon
felt
himself
more
and
more
isolated
every
day
.
He
was
allowed
to
go
to
the
club
more
:
to
dine
abroad
with
bachelor
friends
:
to
come
and
go
when
he
liked
,
without
any
questions
being
asked
.
And
he
and
Rawdon
the
younger
many
a
time
would
walk
to
Gaunt
Street
,
and
sit
with
the
lady
and
the
children
there
while
Sir
Pitt
was
closeted
with
Rebecca
,
on
his
way
to
the
House
,
or
on
his
return
from
it
.
The
ex-Colonel
would
sit
for
hours
in
his
brother’s
house
very
silent
,
and
thinking
and
doing
as
little
as
possible
.
He
was
glad
to
be
employed
of
an
errand
:
to
go
and
make
inquiries
about
a
horse
or
a
servant
:
or
to
carve
the
roast
mutton
for
the
dinner
of
the
children
.
He
was
beat
and
cowed
into
laziness
and
submission
.
Delilah
had
imprisoned
him
and
cut
his
hair
off
,
too
.
The
bold
and
reckless
young
blood
of
ten
years
back
was
subjugated
,
and
was
turned
into
a
torpid
,
submissive
,
middle-aged
,
stout
gentleman
.
And
poor
Lady
Jane
was
aware
that
Rebecca
had
captivated
her
husband
:
although
she
and
Mrs.
Rawdon
mydeared
and
my-loved
each
other
every
day
they
met
.
XI
.
Struggles
and
Trials
OUR
friends
at
Brompton
were
meanwhile
passing
their
Christmas
after
their
fashion
,
and
in
a
manner
by
no
means
too
cheerful
.
Out
of
the
hundred
pounds
a
year
,
which
was
about
the
amount
of
her
income
,
the
widow
Osborne
had
been
in
the
habit
of
giving
up
nearly
three-fourths
to
her
father
and
mother
,
for
the
expenses
of
herself
and
her
little
boy
.
With
£
120
more
,
supplied
by
Jos
,
this
family
of
four
people
,
attended
by
a
single
Irish
servant
who
also
did
for
Clapp
and
his
wife
,
might
manage
to
live
in
decent
comfort
through
the
year
,
and
hold
up
their
heads
yet
,
and
be
able
to
give
a
friend
a
dish
of
tea
still
,
after
the
storms
and
disappointments
of
their
early
life
.
Sedley
still
maintained
his
ascendency
over
the
family
of
Mr.
Clapp
,
his
ex-clerk
.
Clapp
remembered
the
time
when
,
sitting
on
the
edge
of
the
chair
,
he
tossed
off
a
bumper
to
the
health
of
“
Mrs.
S
—
—
,
Miss
Emmy
,
and
Mr.
Joseph
in
India
,
”
at
the
merchant’s
rich
table
in
Russell
Square
.
Time
magnified
the
splendour
of
those
recollections
in
the
honest
clerk’s
bosom
.
Whenever
he
came
up
from
the
kitchen-parlour
to
the
drawing-room
,
and
partook
of
tea
or
gin-and-water
with
Mr.
Sedley
,
he
would
say
,
“
This
was
not
what
you
was
accustomed
to
once
,
sir
