ofhis
pleasures
.
The
theatre
of
Pumpernickel
is
known
and
famous
in
that
quarter
of
Germany
.
It
languished
a
little
when
the
present
Duke
in
his
youth
insisted
upon
having
his
own
operas
played
there
,
and
it
is
said
one
day
,
in
a
fury
,
from
his
place
in
the
orchestra
,
when
he
attended
a
rehearsal
,
broke
a
bassoon
on
the
head
of
the
Chapel
Master
,
who
was
conducting
,
and
led
too
slow
;
and
during
which
time
the
Duchess
Sophia
wrote
domestic
comedies
which
must
have
been
very
dreary
to
witness
.
But
the
Prince
executes
his
music
in
private
now
,
and
the
Duchess
only
gives
away
her
plays
to
the
foreigners
of
distinction
who
visit
her
kind
little
Court
.
It
is
conducted
with
no
small
comfort
and
splendour
.
When
there
are
balls
,
though
there
may
be
four
hundred
people
at
supper
,
there
is
a
servant
in
scarlet
and
lace
to
attend
upon
every
four
,
and
every
one
is
served
on
silver
.
There
are
festivals
and
entertainments
going
continually
on
;
and
the
Duke
has
his
chamberlains
and
equerries
,
and
the
Duchess
her
mistress
of
the
wardrobe
and
ladies
of
honour
,
just
like
any
other
and
more
potent
potentates
.
The
Constitution
is
or
was
a
moderate
despotism
,
tempered
by
a
Chamber
that
might
or
might
not
be
elected
.
I
never
certainly
could
hear
of
its
sitting
in
my
time
at
Pumpernickel
.
The
Prime
Minister
had
lodgings
in
a
second
floor
;
and
the
Foreign
Secretary
occupied
the
comfortable
lodgings
over
Zwieback’s
Conditorey
.
The
army
consisted
of
a
magnificent
band
that
also
did
duty
on
the
stage
,
where
it
was
quite
pleasant
to
see
the
worthy
fellows
marching
in
Turkish
dresses
with
rouge
on
and
wooden
scimitars
,
or
as
Roman
warriors
with
ophicleides
and
trombones
,
—
to
see
them
again
,
I
say
,
at
night
,
after
one
had
listened
to
them
all
the
morning
in
the
Aurelius
Platz
,
where
they
performed
opposite
the
Café
where
we
breakfasted
.
Besides
the
band
,
there
was
a
rich
and
numerous
staff
of
officers
,
and
,
I
believe
,
a
few
men
.
Besides
the
regular
sentries
,
three
or
four
men
,
habited
as
hussars
,
used
to
do
duty
at
the
Palace
,
but
I
never
saw
them
on
horseback
,
and
au
fait
,
what
was
the
use
of
cavalry
in
a
time
of
profound
peace
?
—
and
whither
the
deuce
should
the
hussars
ride
?
Everybody
—
everybody
that
was
noble
of
course
,
for
as
for
the
Bourgeois
we
could
not
quite
be
expected
to
take
notice
of
them
—
visited
his
neighbour
.
H
.
E
.
Madame
de
Burst
received
once
a
week
,
H
.
E
.
Madame
de
Schnurrbart
had
her
night
—
the
theatre
was
open
twice
a
week
,
the
Court
graciously
received
once
,
so
that
a
man’s
life
might
in
fact
be
a
perfect
round
of
pleasure
in
the
unpretending
Pumpernickel
way
.
That
there
were
feuds
in
the
place
,
no
one
can
deny
.
Politics
ran
very
high
at
Pumpernickel
,
and
parties
were
very
bitter
.
There
was
the
Strumpff
faction
and
the
Lederlung
party
,
the
one
supported
by
our
Envoy
and
the
other
by
the
French
Chargé
d’Affaires
,
M
.
de
Macabau
.
Indeed
it
sufficed
for
our
Minister
to
stand
up
for
Madame
Strumpff
,
who
was
clearly
the
greater
singer
of
the
two
,
and
had
three
more
notes
in
her
voice
than
Madame
Lederlung
,
her
rival
—
it
sufficed
,
I
say
,
for
our
Minister
to
advance
any
opinion
to
have
it
instantly
contradicted
by
the
French
diplomatist
.
Everybody
in
the
town
was
ranged
in
one
or
other
of
these
factions
.
The
Lederlung
was
a
prettyish
little
creature
certainly
,
and
her
voice
(
what
there
was
of
it
,
)
was
very
sweet
,
and
there
is
no
doubt
that
the
Strumpff
was
not
in
her
first
youth
and
beauty
,
and
certainly
too
stout
;
when
she
came
on
in
the
last
scene
of
the
“
Sonnambula
”
for
instance
in
her
night-chemise
with
a
lamp
in
her
hand
,
and
had
to
go
out
of
the
window
,
and
pass
over
the
plank
of
the
mill
,
it
was
all
she
could
do
to
squeeze
out
of
the
window
,
and
the
plank
used
to
bend
and
creak
again
under
her
weight
—
but
how
she
poured
out
the
finale
of
the
opera
!
and
with
what
a
burst
of
feeling
she
rushed
into
Elvino’s
arms
—
almost
fit
to
smother
him
!
Whereas
the
little
Lederlung
—
but
a
truce
to
this
gossip
—
the
fact
is
,
that
these
two
women
were
the
two
flags
of
the
French
and
the
English
party
at
Pumpernickel
,
and
the
society
was
divided
in
its
allegiance
to
those
two
great
nations
.
We
had
on
our
side
the
Home
Minister
,
the
Master
of
the
Horse
,
the
Duke’s
Private
Secretary
,
and
the
Prince’s
Tutor
:
whereas
of
the
French
party
were
the
Foreign
Minister
,
the
Commander-in-chief’s
Lady
,
who
had
served
under
Napoleon
and
the
Hof-Marschall
and
his
wife
,
who
was
glad
enough
to
get
the
fashions
from
Paris
,
and
always
had
them
and
her
caps
by
M
.
de
Macabau’s
courier
.
The
Secretary
of
his
Chancery
was
little
Grignac
,
a
young
fellow
,
as
malicious
as
Satan
,
and
who
made
caricatures
of
Tapeworm
in
all
the
albums
of
the
place
.
Their
head-quarters
and
table
d’hôte
were
established
at
the
Pariser
Hof
,
the
other
inn
of
the
town
;
and
though
,
of
course
,
these
gentlemen
were
obliged
to
be
civil
in
public
,
yet
they
cut
at
each
other
with
epigrams
that
were
as
sharp
as
razors
,
as
I
have
seen
a
couple
of
wrestlers
in
Devonshire
,
lashing
at
each
other’s
shins
,
and
never
showing
their
agony
upon
a
muscle
of
their
faces
.
Neither
Tapeworm
nor
Macabau
ever
sent
home
a
despatch
to
his
government
,
without
a
most
savage
series
of
attacks
upon
his
rival
.
For
instance
,
on
our
side
we
would
write
,
“
The
interests
of
Great
Britain
in
this
place
,
and
throughout
the
whole
of
Germany
,
are
perilled
by
the
continuance
in
office
of
the
present
French
envoy
;
this
man
is
of
a
character
so
infamous
that
he
will
stick
at
no
falsehood
,
or
hesitate
at
no
crime
,
to
attain
his
ends
.
He
poisons
the
mind
of
the
Court
against
the
English
minister
,
represents
the
conduct
of
Great
Britain
in
the
most
odious
and
atrocious
light
,
and
is
unhappily
backed
by
a
minister
whose
ignorance
and
necessities
are
as
notorious
as
his
influence
is
fatal
.
”
On
their
side
they
would
say
,
“
M
.
de
Tapeworm
continues
his
system
of
stupid
insular
arrogance
and
vulgar
falsehood
against
the
greatest
nation
in
the
world
.
Yesterday
he
was
heard
to
speak
lightly
of
Her
Royal
Highness
Madame
the
Duchess
of
Berri
:
on
a
former
occasion
he
insulted
the
heroic
Duke
of
Angoulême
,
and
dared
to
insinuate
that
H.R.H.
the
Duke
of
Orleans
was
conspiring
against
the
august
throne
of
the
lilies
.
His
gold
is
prodigated
in
every
direction
which
his
stupid
menaces
fail
to
frighten
.
By
one
and
the
other
,
he
has
won
over
creatures
of
the
Court
here
,
—
and
,
in
fine
,
Pumpernickel
will
not
be
quiet
,
Germany
tranquil
,
France
respected
,
or
Europe
content
,
until
this
poisonous
viper
be
crushed
under
heel
:
”
and
so
on
.
When
one
side
or
the
other
had
written
any
particularly
spicy
despatch
,
news
of
it
was
sure
to
slip
out
.
Before
the
winter
was
far
advanced
it
is
actually
on
record
that
Emmy
took
a
night
and
received
company
with
great
propriety
and
modesty
.
She
had
a
French
master
who
complimented
her
upon
the
purity
of
her
accent
and
her
facility
of
learning
;
the
fact
is
she
had
learned
long
ago
,
and
grounded
herself
subsequently
in
the
grammar
so
as
to
be
able
to
teach
it
to
George
;
and
Madame
Strumpff
came
to
give
her
lessons
in
singing
,
which
she
performed
so
well
and
with
such
a
true
voice
that
the
Major’s
windows
,
who
had
lodgings
opposite
under
the
Prime
Minister
,
were
always
open
to
hear
the
lesson
.
Some
of
the
German
ladies
,
who
are
very
sentimental
and
simple
in
their
tastes
,
fell
in
love
with
her
and
began
to
call
her
du
at
once
.
These
are
trivial
details
,
but
they
relate
to
happy
times
.
The
Major
made
himself
George’s
tutor
,
and
read
Cæsar
and
mathematics
with
him
,
and
they
had
a
German
master
and
rode
out
of
evenings
by
the
side
of
Emmy’s
carriage
—
she
was
always
too
timid
,
and
made
a
dreadful
outcry
at
the
slightest
disturbance
on
horseback
.
So
she
drove
about
with
one
of
her
dear
German
friends
,
and
Jos
asleep
on
the
back-seat
of
the
barouche
.
He
was
becoming
very
sweet
upon
the
Gräfin
Fanny
de
Butterbrod
,
a
very
gentle
,
tender-hearted
and
unassuming
young
creature
,
a
Canoness
and
Countess
in
her
own
right
,
but
with
scarcely
ten
pounds
per
year
to
her
fortune
,
and
Fanny
for
her
part
declared
that
to
be
Amelia’s
sister
was
the
greatest
delight
that
heaven
could
bestow
on
her
,
and
Jos
might
have
put
a
Countess’s
shield
and
coronet
by
the
side
of
his
own
arms
on
his
carriage
and
forks
;
when
—
when
events
occurred
,
and
those
grand
fêtes
given
upon
the
marriage
of
the
Hereditary
Prince
of
Pumpernickel
with
the
lovely
Princess
Amelia
of
Humbourg-Schlippenschloppen
took
place
.
At
this
festival
the
magnificence
displayed
was
such
as
had
not
been
known
in
the
little
German
place
since
the
days
of
the
prodigal
Victor
XIV
.
All
the
neighbouring
Princes
,
Princesses
,
and
Grandees
were
invited
to
the
feast
.
Beds
rose
to
half-a-crown
per
night
in
Pumpernickel
,
and
the
army
was
exhausted
in
providing
guards
of
honour
for
the
Highnesses
,
Serenities
,
and
Excellencies
,
who
arrived
from
all
quarters
.
The
Princess
was
married
by
proxy
,
at
her
father’s
residence
,
by
the
Count
de
Schlüsselback
.
Snuff-boxes
were
given
away
in
profusion
(
as
we
learned
from
the
Court
jeweller
,
who
sold
and
afterwards
bought
them
again
)
,
and
bushels
of
the
Order
of
Saint
Michael
of
Pumpernickel
were
sent
to
the
nobles
of
the
Court
,
while
hampers
of
the
cordons
and
decorations
of
the
Wheel
of
St.
Catherine
of
Schlippenschloppen
were
brought
to
ours
.
The
French
envoy
got
both
.
“
He
is
covered
with
ribbons
like
a
prize
cart-horse
,
”
Tapeworm
said
,
who
was
not
allowed
by
the
rules
of
his
service
to
take
any
decorations
:
“
Let
him
have
the
cordons
;
but
with
whom
is
the
victory
?
”
The
fact
is
,
it
was
a
triumph
of
British
diplomacy
:
the
French
party
having
proposed
and
tried
their
utmost
to
carry
a
marriage
with
a
Princess
of
the
House
of
Potztausend-Donnerwetter
,
whom
,
as
a
matter
of
course
,
we
opposed
.
Everybody
was
asked
to
the
fêtes
of
the
marriage
.
Garlands
and
triumphal
arches
were
hung
across
the
road
to
welcome
the
young
bride
.
The
great
Saint
Michael’s
Fountain
ran
with
uncommonly
sour
wine
,
while
that
in
the
Artillery
Place
frothed
with
beer
.
The
great
waters
played
;
and
poles
were
put
up
in
the
park
and
gardens
for
the
happy
peasantry
,
which
they
might
climb
at
their
leisure
,
carrying
off
watches
,
silver
forks
,
prize
sausages
hung
with
pink
ribbon
,
etc.
,
at
the
top
.
Georgy
got
one
,
wrenching
it
off
,
having
swarmed
up
the
pole
to
the
delight
of
the
spectators
,
and
sliding
down
with
the
rapidity
of
a
fall
of
water
.
But
it
was
for
the
glory’s
sake
merely
.
The
boy
gave
the
sausage
to
a
peasant
,
who
had
very
nearly
seized
it
,
and
stood
at
the
foot
of
the
mast
,
blubbering
,
because
he
was
unsuccessful
.
At
the
French
Chancellerie
they
had
six
more
lampions
in
their
illumination
than
ours
had
;
but
our
transparency
,
which
represented
the
young
Couple
advancing
,
and
Discord
flying
away
,
with
the
most
ludicrous
likeness
to
the
French
ambassador
,
beat
the
French
picture
hollow
;
and
I
have
no
doubt
got
Tapeworm
the
advancement
and
the
Cross
of
the
Bath
,
which
he
subsequently
attained
.
Crowds
of
foreigners
arrived
for
the
fêtes
:
and
of
English
of
course
.
Besides
the
Court
balls
,
public
balls
were
given
at
the
Town
Hall
and
the
Redoute
,
and
in
the
former
place
there
was
a
room
for
trente-et-quarante
and
roulette
established
,
for
the
week
of
the
festivities
only
,
and
by
one
of
the
great
German
companies
from
Ems
or
Aix-la-Cha-pelle
.
The
officers
or
inhabitants
of
the
town
were
not
allowed
to
play
at
these
games
,
but
strangers
,
peasants
,
ladies
were
admitted
,
and
any
one
who
chose
to
lose
or
win
money
.
That
little
scapegrace
Georgy
Osborne
amongst
others
,
whose
pockets
were
always
full
of
dollars
,
and
whose
relations
were
away
at
the
grand
festival
of
the
Court
,
came
to
the
Stadthaus
ball
in
company
of
his
uncle’s
courier
,
Mr.
Kirsch
,
and
having
only
peeped
into
a
play-room
at
Baden
Baden
when
he
hung
on
Dobbin’s
arm
,
and
where
,
of
course
,
he
was
not
permitted
to
gamble
,
came
eagerly
to
this
part
of
the
entertainment
,
and
hankered
round
the
tables
where
the
croupiers
and
the
punters
were
at
work
.
Women
were
playing
;
they
were
masked
,
some
of
them
;
this
license
was
allowed
in
these
wild
times
of
carnival
.
A
woman
with
light
hair
,
in
a
low
dress
,
by
no
means
so
fresh
as
it
had
been
,
and
with
a
black
mask
on
,
through
the
eyelets
of
which
her
eyes
twinkled
strangely
,
was
seated
at
one
of
the
roulette-tables
with
a
card
and
a
pin
,
and
a
couple
of
florins
before
her
.
As
the
croupier
called
out
the
colour
and
number
,
she
pricked
on
the
card
with
great
care
and
regularity
,
and
only
ventured
her
money
on
the
colours
after
the
red
or
black
had
come
up
a
certain
number
of
times
.
It
was
strange
to
look
at
her
.
But
in
spite
of
her
care
and
assiduity
she
guessed
wrong
,
and
the
last
two
florins
followed
each
other
under
the
croupier’s
rake
,
as
he
cried
out
with
his
inexorable
voice
,
the
winning
colour
and
number
.
She
gave
a
sigh
,
a
shrug
with
her
shoulders
,
which
were
already
too
much
out
of
her
gown
,
and
dashing
the
pin
through
the
card
on
to
the
table
,
sat
thrumming
it
for
a
while
.
Then
she
looked
round
her
,
and
saw
Georgy’s
honest
face
staring
at
the
scene
.
The
little
scamp
!
what
business
had
he
to
be
there
?
When
she
saw
the
boy
,
at
whose
face
she
looked
hard
through
her
shining
eyes
and
mask
,
she
said
,
“
Monsieur
n’est
pas
joueur
?
”
“
Non
,
Madame
,
”
said
the
boy
:
but
she
must
have
known
,
from
his
accent
,
of
what
country
he
was
,
for
she
answered
him
with
a
slight
foreign
tone
.
“
You
have
nevare
played
—
will
you
do
me
a
littl’
favor
?
”
“
What
is
it
?
”
said
Georgy
,
blushing
again
.
Mr.
Kirsch
was
at
work
for
his
part
at
the
rouge
et
noir
,
and
did
not
see
his
young
master
.
“
Play
this
for
me
,
if
you
please
;
put
it
on
any
number
,
any
number
.
”
And
she
took
from
her
bosom
a
purse
,
and
out
of
it
a
gold
piece
,
the
only
coin
there
,
and
she
put
it
into
George’s
hand
.
The
boy
laughed
,
and
did
as
he
was
bid
.
The
number
came
up
sure
enough
.
There
is
a
power
that
arranges
that
,
they
say
,
for
beginners
.
“
Thank
you
,
”
said
she
,
pulling
the
money
towards
her
;
“
thank
you
.
What
is
your
name
?
”
“
My
name’s
Osborne
,
”
said
Georgy
,
and
was
fingering
in
his
own
pockets
for
dollars
,
and
just
about
to
make
a
trial
,
when
the
Major
,
in
his
uniform
,
and
Jos
,
en
Marquis
,
from
the
Court
ball
,
made
their
appearance
.
Other
people
finding
the
entertainment
stupid
,
and
preferring
the
fun
at
the
Stadthaus
,
had
quitted
the
Palace
ball
earlier
;
but
it
is
probable
the
Major
and
Jos
had
gone
home
and
found
the
boy’s
absence
,
for
the
former
instantly
went
up
to
him
,
and
taking
him
by
the
shoulder
,
pulled
him
briskly
back
from
the
place
of
temptation
.
Then
,
looking
around
the
room
,
he
saw
Kirsch
employed
as
we
have
said
,
and
going
up
to
him
,
asked
how
he
dared
to
bring
Mr.
George
to
such
a
place
.
“
Laissez-moi
tranquille
,
”
said
Mr.
Kirsch
,
very
much
excited
by
play
and
wine
.
“
Il
faut
s’amuser
,
parbleu
.
Je
ne
suis
pas
au
service
de
Monsieur
.
”
Seeing
his
condition
the
Major
did
not
choose
to
argue
with
the
man
;
but
contented
himself
with
drawing
away
George
,
and
asking
Jos
if
he
would
come
away
.
He
was
standing
close
by
the
lady
in
the
mask
,
who
was
playing
with
pretty
good
luck
now
;
and
looking
on
much
interested
at
the
game
.
“
Hadn’t
you
better
come
,
Jos
,
”
the
Major
said
,
“
with
George
and
me
?
”
“
I’ll
stop
and
go
home
with
that
rascal
,
Kirsch
,
”
Jos
said
;
and
for
the
same
reason
of
modesty
,
which
he
thought
ought
to
be
preserved
before
the
boy
,
Dobbin
did
not
care
to
remonstrate
with
Jos
,
but
left
him
and
walked
home
with
Georgy
.
“
Did
you
play
?
”
asked
the
Major
,
when
they
were
out
,
and
on
their
way
home
.
The
boy
said
“
No.
”
“
Give
me
your
word
of
honour
as
a
gentleman
,
that
you
never
will
.
”
“
Why
?
”
said
the
boy
:
“
It
seems
very
good
fun
.
”
And
,
in
a
very
eloquent
and
impressive
manner
,
the
Major
showed
him
why
he
shouldn’t
,
and
would
have
enforced
his
precepts
by
the
example
of
Georgy’s
own
father
,
had
he
liked
to
say
anything
that
should
reflect
on
the
other’s
memory
.
When
he
had
housed
him
he
went
to
bed
,
and
saw
his
light
,
in
the
little
room
outside
of
Amelia’s
,
presently
disappear
.
Amelia’s
followed
half
an
hour
afterwards
.
I
don’t
know
what
made
the
Major
note
it
so
accurately
.
Jos
,
however
,
remained
behind
,
over
the
play-table
;
he
was
no
gambler
,
but
not
averse
to
the
little
excitement
of
the
sport
now
and
then
;
and
he
had
some
Napoleons
chinking
in
the
embroidered
pockets
of
his
court
waistcoat
.
He
put
down
one
over
the
fair
shoulder
of
the
little
gambler
before
him
,
and
they
won
.
She
made
a
little
movement
to
make
room
for
him
by
her
side
,
and
just
took
the
skirt
of
her
gown
from
a
vacant
chair
there
.
“
Come
and
give
me
good
luck
,
”
she
said
,
still
in
a
foreign
accent
,
quite
different
from
that
frank
and
perfectly
English
“
Thank
you
,
”
with
which
she
had
saluted
George’s
coup
in
her
favour
.
The
portly
gentleman
,
looking
round
to
see
that
nobody
of
rank
observed
him
,
sat
down
;
he
muttered
—
“
Ah
,
really
,
well
now
,
God
bless
my
soul
.
I’m
very
fortunate
;
I’m
sure
to
give
you
good
fortune
,
”
and
other
words
of
compliment
and
confusion
.
“
Do
you
play
much
?
”
the
foreign
mask
said
.
“
I
put
a
Nap
or
two
down
,
”
said
Jos
,
with
a
superb
air
,
flinging
down
a
gold
piece
.
“
Yes
;
a
nap
after
dinner
,
”
said
the
mask
,
archly
.
But
Jos
looking
frightened
,
she
continued
,
in
her
pretty
French
accent
,
“
You
do
not
play
to
win
.
No
more
do
I
.
I
play
to
forget
,
but
I
cannot
.
I
cannot
forget
old
times
,
Monsieur
.
Your
little
nephew
is
the
image
of
his
father
;
and
you
—
you
are
not
changed
—
but
yes
,
you
are
.
Everybody
changes
,
everybody
forgets
;
nobody
has
any
heart
.
”
“
Good
God
,
who
is
it
?
”
asked
Jos
in
a
flutter
.
“
Can’t
you
guess
,
Joseph
Sedley
?
”
said
the
little
woman
,
in
a
sad
voice
,
and
undoing
her
mask
,
she
looked
at
him
.
“
You
have
forgotten
me
.
”
“
Good
heavens
!
Mrs.
Crawley
!
”
gasped
out
Jos
.
“
Rebecca
,
”
said
the
other
,
putting
her
hand
on
his
;
but
she
followed
the
game
still
,
all
the
time
she
was
looking
at
him
.
“
I
am
stopping
at
the
Elephant
,
”
she
continued
.
“
Ask
for
Madame
de
Raudon
.
I
saw
my
dear
Amelia
to-day
;
how
pretty
she
looked
,
and
how
happy
!
So
do
you
!
Everybody
but
me
,
who
am
wretched
,
Joseph
Sedley
.
”
And
she
put
her
money
over
from
the
red
to
the
black
,
as
if
by
a
chance
movement
of
her
hand
,
and
while
she
was
wiping
her
eyes
with
a
pocket-handkerchief
fringed
with
torn
lace
.
The
red
came
up
again
,
and
she
lost
the
whole
of
that
stake
.
“
Come
away
,
”
she
said
.
“
Come
with
me
a
little
—
we
are
old
friends
,
are
we
not
,
dear
Mr.
Sedley
?
”
And
Mr.
Kirsch
having
lost
all
his
money
by
this
time
,
followed
his
master
out
into
the
moonlight
,
where
the
illuminations
were
winking
out
,
and
the
transparency
over
our
mission
was
scarcely
visible
.
XXIX
.
A
Vagabond
Chapter
WE
must
pass
over
a
part
of
Mrs.
Rebecca
Crawley’s
biography
with
that
lightness
and
delicacy
which
the
world
demands
—
the
moral
world
,
that
has
,
perhaps
,
no
particular
objection
to
vice
,
but
an
insuperable
repugnance
to
hearing
vice
called
by
its
proper
name
.
There
are
things
we
do
and
know
perfectly
well
in
Vanity
Fair
,
though
we
never
speak
of
them
:
as
the
Ahrimanians
worship
the
devil
,
but
don’t
mention
him
:
and
a
polite
public
will
no
more
bear
to
read
an
authentic
description
of
vice
than
a
truly-refined
English
or
American
female
will
permit
the
word
breeches
to
be
pronounced
in
her
chaste
hearing
.
And
yet
,
Madam
,
both
are
walking
the
world
before
our
faces
every
day
,
without
much
shocking
us
.
If
you
were
to
blush
every
time
they
went
by
,
what
complexions
you
would
have
!
It
is
only
when
their
naughty
names
are
called
out
that
your
modesty
has
any
occasion
to
show
alarm
or
sense
of
outrage
,
and
it
has
been
the
wish
of
the
present
writer
,
all
through
this
story
,
deferentially
to
submit
to
the
fashion
at
present
prevailing
,
and
only
to
hint
at
the
existence
of
wickedness
in
a
light
,
easy
,
and
agreeable
manner
,
so
that
nobody’s
fine
feelings
may
be
offended
.
I
defy
any
one
to
say
that
our
Becky
,
who
has
certainly
some
vices
,
has
not
been
presented
to
the
public
in
a
perfectly
genteel
and
inoffensive
manner
.
In
describing
this
syren
,
singing
and
smiling
,
coaxing
and
cajoling
,
the
author
,
with
modest
pride
,
asks
his
readers
all
round
,
has
he
once
forgotten
the
laws
of
politeness
,
and
showed
the
monster’s
hideous
tail
above
water
?
No
!
Those
who
like
may
peep
down
under
the
waves
that
are
pretty
transparent
,
and
see
it
writhing
and
twirling
,
diabolically
hideous
and
slimy
,
flapping
amongst
bones
,
or
curling
around
corpses
;
but
above
the
water-line
,
I
ask
,
has
not
everything
been
proper
,
agreeable
,
and
decorous
,
and
has
any
the
most
squeamish
immoralist
in
Vanity
Fair
a
right
to
cry
fie
?
When
,
however
,
the
syren
disappears
and
dives
below
,
down
among
the
dead
men
,
the
water
of
course
grows
turbid
over
her
,
and
it
is
labour
lost
to
look
into
it
ever
so
curiously
.
They
look
pretty
enough
when
they
sit
upon
a
rock
,
twanging
their
harps
and
combing
their
hair
,
and
sing
,
and
beckon
to
you
to
come
and
hold
the
looking-glass
;
but
when
they
sink
into
their
native
element
,
depend
on
it
those
mermaids
are
about
no
good
,
and
we
had
best
not
examine
the
fiendish
marine
cannibals
,
revelling
and
feasting
on
their
wretched
pickled
victims
.
And
so
,
when
Becky
is
out
of
the
way
,
be
sure
that
she
is
not
particularly
well
employed
,
and
that
the
less
that
is
said
about
her
doings
is
in
fact
the
better
.
If
we
were
to
give
a
full
account
of
her
proceedings
during
a
couple
of
years
that
followed
after
the
Curzon
Street
catastrophe
,
there
might
be
some
reason
for
people
to
say
this
book
was
improper
.
The
actions
of
very
vain
,
heartless
,
pleasure-seeking
people
are
very
often
improper
(
as
are
many
of
yours
,
my
friend
with
the
grave
face
and
spotless
reputation
;
—
but
that
is
merely
by
the
way
)
;
and
what
are
those
of
a
woman
without
faith
—
or
love
—
or
character
?
And
I
am
inclined
to
think
that
there
was
a
period
in
Mrs.
Becky’s
life
,
when
she
was
seized
,
not
by
remorse
,
but
by
a
kind
of
despair
,
and
absolutely
neglected
her
person
,
and
did
not
even
care
for
her
reputation
.
This
abattement
and
degradation
did
not
take
place
all
at
once
:
it
was
brought
about
by
degrees
,
after
her
calamity
,
and
after
many
struggles
to
keep
up
—
as
a
man
who
goes
overboard
hangs
on
to
a
spar
whilst
any
hope
is
left
,
and
then
flings
it
away
and
goes
down
,
when
he
finds
that
struggling
is
in
vain
.
She
lingered
about
London
whilst
her
husband
was
making
preparations
for
his
departure
to
his
seat
of
government
:
and
it
is
believed
made
more
than
one
attempt
to
see
her
brother-in-law
,
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
,
and
to
work
upon
his
feelings
,
which
she
had
almost
enlisted
in
her
favour
.
As
Sir
Pitt
and
Mr.
Wenham
were
walking
down
to
the
House
of
Commons
,
the
latter
spied
Mrs.
Rawdon
in
a
black
veil
,
and
lurking
near
the
palace
of
the
legislature
.
She
sneaked
away
when
her
eyes
met
those
of
Wenham
,
and
indeed
never
succeeded
in
her
designs
upon
the
Baronet
.
Probably
Lady
Jane
interposed
.
I
have
heard
that
she
quite
astonished
her
husband
by
the
spirit
which
she
exhibited
in
this
quarrel
,
and
her
determination
to
disown
Mrs.
Becky
.
Of
her
own
movement
,
she
invited
Rawdon
to
come
and
stop
in
Gaunt
Street
until
his
departure
for
Coventry
Island
,
knowing
that
with
him
for
a
guard
Mrs.
Becky
would
not
try
to
force
her
door
:
and
she
looked
curiously
at
the
superscriptions
of
all
the
letters
which
arrived
for
Sir
Pitt
,
lest
he
and
his
sister-in-law
should
be
corresponding
.
Not
but
that
Rebecca
could
have
written
had
she
a
mind
:
but
she
did
not
try
to
see
or
to
write
to
Pitt
at
his
own
house
,
and
after
one
or
two
attempts
consented
to
his
demand
that
the
correspondence
regarding
her
conjugal
differences
should
be
carried
on
by
lawyers
only
.
The
fact
was
,
that
Pitt’s
mind
had
been
poisoned
against
her
.
A
short
time
after
Lord
Steyne’s
accident
Wenham
had
been
with
the
Baronet
;
and
given
him
such
a
biography
of
Mrs.
Becky
as
had
astonished
the
member
for
Queens
Crawley
.
He
knew
everything
regarding
her
:
who
her
father
was
;
in
what
year
her
mother
danced
at
the
Opera
;
what
had
been
her
previous
history
,
and
what
her
conduct
during
her
married
life
:
—
as
I
have
no
doubt
that
the
greater
part
of
the
story
was
false
and
dictated
by
interested
malevolence
,
it
shall
not
be
repeated
here
.
But
Becky
was
left
with
a
sad
,
sad
reputation
in
the
esteem
of
a
country
gentleman
and
relative
who
had
been
once
rather
partial
to
her
.
The
revenues
of
the
Governor
of
Coventry
Island
are
not
large
.
A
part
of
them
were
set
aside
by
his
Excellency
for
the
payment
of
certain
outstanding
debts
and
liabilities
,
the
charges
incident
on
his
high
situation
required
considerable
expense
;
finally
,
it
was
found
that
he
could
not
spare
to
his
wife
more
than
three
hundred
pounds
a
year
,
which
he
proposed
to
pay
to
her
on
an
undertaking
that
she
would
never
trouble
him
.
Otherwise
:
scandal
,
separation
,
Doctors’
Commons
would
ensue
.
But
it
was
Mr.
Wenham’s
business
,
Lord
Steyne’s
business
,
Rawdon’s
,
everybody’s
—
to
get
her
out
of
the
country
,
and
hush
up
a
most
disagreeable
affair
.
She
was
probably
so
much
occupied
in
arranging
these
affairs
of
business
with
her
husband’s
lawyers
,
that
she
forgot
to
take
any
step
whatever
about
her
son
,
the
little
Rawdon
,
and
did
not
even
once
propose
to
go
and
see
him
.
That
young
gentleman
was
consigned
to
the
entire
guardianship
of
his
aunt
and
uncle
,
the
former
of
whom
had
always
possessed
a
great
share
of
the
child’s
affection
.
His
mamma
wrote
him
a
neat
letter
from
Boulogne
when
she
quitted
England
,
in
which
she
requested
him
to
mind
his
book
,
and
said
she
was
going
to
take
a
Continental
tour
,
during
which
she
would
have
the
pleasure
of
writing
to
him
again
.
But
she
never
did
for
a
year
afterwards
,
and
not
,
indeed
,
until
Sir
Pitt’s
only
boy
,
always
sickly
,
died
of
whooping-cough
and
measles
;
—
then
Rawdon’s
mamma
wrote
the
most
affectionate
composition
to
her
darling
son
,
who
was
made
heir
of
Queen’s
Crawley
by
this
accident
,
and
drawn
more
closely
than
ever
to
the
kind
lady
,
whose
tender
heart
had
already
adopted
him
.
Rawdon
Crawley
,
then
grown
a
tall
,
fine
lad
,
blushed
when
he
got
the
letter
.
“
Oh
,
Aunt
Jane
,
you
are
my
mother
!
”
he
said
“
and
not
—
and
not
that
one
.
”
But
he
wrote
back
a
kind
and
respectful
letter
to
Mrs.
Rebecca
,
then
living
at
a
boarding-house
at
Florence
.
—
But
we
are
advancing
matters
.
Our
darling
Becky’s
first
flight
was
not
very
far
.
She
perched
upon
the
French
coast
at
Boulogne
,
that
refuge
of
so
much
exiled
English
innocence
;
and
there
lived
in
rather
a
genteel
,
widowed
manner
,
with
a
feeme
de
chambre
and
a
couple
of
rooms
,
at
an
hotel
.
She
dined
at
the
table
d‘hôte
,
where
people
thought
her
very
pleasant
,
and
where
she
entertained
her
neighbours
by
stories
of
her
brother
,
Sir
Pitt
,
and
her
great
London
acquaintance
;
talking
that
easy
,
fashionable
slipslop
,
which
has
so
much
effect
upon
certain
folks
of
small
breeding
.
She
passed
with
many
of
them
for
a
person
of
importance
;
she
gave
little
tea-parties
in
her
private
room
,
and
shared
in
the
innocent
amusements
of
the
place
,
—
in
sea-bathing
,
and
in
jaunts
in
open
carriages
,
in
strolls
on
the
sands
,
and
in
visits
to
the
play
.
Mrs.
Burjoice
,
the
printer’s
lady
,
who
was
boarding
with
her
family
at
the
hotel
for
the
summer
,
and
to
whom
her
Burjoice
came
of
a
Saturday
and
Sunday
,
voted
her
charming
,
until
that
little
rogue
of
a
Burjoice
began
to
pay
her
too
much
attention
.
But
there
was
nothing
in
the
story
,
only
that
Becky
was
always
affable
,
easy
,
and
good-natured
—
and
with
men
especially
.
Numbers
of
people
were
going
abroad
as
usual
at
the
end
of
the
season
,
and
Becky
had
plenty
of
opportunities
of
finding
out
by
the
behaviour
of
her
acquaintances
of
the
great
London
world
the
opinion
of
“
society
”
as
regarded
her
conduct
.
One
day
it
was
Lady
Partlet
and
her
daughters
whom
Becky
confronted
as
she
was
walking
modestly
on
Boulogne
pier
,
the
cliffs
of
Albion
shining
in
the
distance
across
the
deep
blue
sea
.
Lady
Partlet
marshalled
all
her
daughters
round
her
with
a
sweep
of
her
parasol
,
and
retreated
from
the
pier
darting
savage
glances
at
poor
little
Becky
who
stood
alone
there
.
On
another
day
the
packet
came
in
.
It
had
been
blowing
fresh
,
and
it
always
suited
Becky’s
humour
to
see
the
droll
woe-begone
faces
of
the
people
as
they
emerged
from
the
boat
.
Lady
Slingstone
happened
to
be
on
board
this
day
.
Her
ladyship
had
been
exceedingly
ill
in
her
carriage
,
and
was
greatly
exhausted
and
scarcely
fit
to
walk
up
the
plank
from
the
ship
to
the
pier
.
But
all
her
energies
rallied
the
instant
she
saw
Becky
smiling
roguishly
under
a
pink
bonnet
:
and
giving
her
a
glance
of
scorn
,
such
as
would
have
shrivelled
up
most
women
,
she
walked
into
the
Custom
House
quite
unsupported
.
Becky
only
laughed
:
but
I
don’t
think
she
liked
it
.
She
felt
she
was
alone
,
quite
alone
:
and
the
far-off
shining
cliffs
of
England
were
impassable
to
her
.
The
behaviour
of
the
men
had
undergone
,
too
,
I
don’t
know
what
change
.
Grinstone
showed
his
teeth
and
laughed
in
her
face
with
a
familiarity
that
was
not
pleasant
.
Little
Bob
Suckling
,
who
was
cap
in
hand
to
her
three
months
before
,
and
would
walk
a
mile
in
the
rain
to
see
for
her
carriage
in
the
line
at
Gaunt
House
,
was
talking
to
Fitzoof
of
the
Guards
(
Lord
Heehaw’s
son
)
one
day
upon
the
jetty
,
as
Becky
took
her
walk
there
.
Little
Bobby
nodded
to
her
over
his
shoulder
,
without
moving
his
hat
,
and
continued
his
conversation
with
the
heir
of
Heehaw
.
Tom
Raikes
tried
to
walk
into
her
sitting-room
at
the
inn
with
a
cigar
in
his
mouth
;
but
she
closed
the
door
upon
him
and
would
have
locked
it
only
that
his
fingers
were
inside
.
She
began
to
feel
that
she
was
very
lonely
indeed
.
“
If
he’d
been
here
,
”
she
said
,
“
those
cowards
would
never
have
dared
to
insult
me
.
”
She
thought
about
“
him
”
with
great
sadness
,
and
perhaps
longing
—
about
his
honest
,
stupid
,
constant
kindness
and
fidelity
:
his
never-ceasing
obedience
;
his
good
humour
;
his
bravery
and
courage
.
Very
likely
she
cried
,
for
she
was
particularly
lively
,
and
had
put
on
a
little
extra
rouge
when
she
came
down
to
dinner
.
She
rouged
regularly
now
:
and
—
and
her
maid
got
Cognac
for
her
besides
that
which
was
charged
in
the
hotel
bill
.
Perhaps
the
insults
of
the
men
were
not
,
however
,
so
intolerable
to
her
as
the
sympathy
of
certain
women
.
Mrs.
Crackenbury
and
Mrs.
Washington
White
passed
through
Boulogne
on
their
way
to
Switzerland
.
(
The
party
were
protected
by
Colonel
Horner
,
young
Beaumoris
,
and
of
course
old
Crackenbury
,
and
Mrs.
White’s
little
girl
.
)
They
did
not
avoid
her
.
They
giggled
,
cackled
,
tattled
,
condoled
,
consoled
,
and
patronised
her
until
they
drove
her
almost
wild
with
rage
.
To
be
patronised
by
them
!
she
thought
,
as
they
went
away
simpering
after
kissing
her
.
And
she
heard
Beaumoris’s
laugh
ringing
on
the
stair
,
and
knew
quite
well
how
to
interpret
his
hilarity
.
It
was
after
this
visit
that
Becky
,
who
had
paid
her
weekly
bills
,
Becky
who
had
made
herself
agreeable
to
every
body
in
the
house
,
who
smiled
at
the
landlady
,
called
the
waiters
“
Monsieur
,
”
and
paid
the
chambermaids
in
politeness
and
apologies
,
what
far
more
than
compensated
for
a
little
niggardliness
in
point
of
money
(
of
which
Becky
never
was
free
)
,
that
Becky
,
we
say
,
received
a
notice
to
quit
from
the
landlord
,
who
had
been
told
by
some
one
that
she
was
quite
an
unfit
person
to
have
at
his
hotel
,
where
English
ladies
would
not
sit
down
with
her
.
And
she
was
forced
to
fly
into
lodgings
,
of
which
the
dulness
and
solitude
were
most
wearisome
to
her
.
Still
she
held
up
,
in
spite
of
these
rebuffs
,
and
tried
to
make
a
character
for
herself
,
and
conquer
scandal
.
She
went
to
church
very
regularly
,
and
sang
louder
than
anybody
there
.
She
took
up
the
cause
of
the
widows
of
the
shipwrecked
fishermen
,
and
gave
work
and
drawings
for
the
Quashyboo
Mission
;
she
subscribed
to
the
Assembly
and
wouldn’t
waltz
.
In
a
word
,
she
did
everything
that
was
respectable
,
and
that
is
why
we
dwell
upon
this
part
of
her
career
with
more
fondness
than
upon
subsequent
parts
of
her
history
,
which
are
not
so
pleasant
.
She
saw
people
avoiding
her
,
and
still
laboriously
smiled
upon
them
;
you
never
could
suppose
from
her
countenance
what
pangs
of
humiliation
she
might
be
enduring
inwardly
.
Her
history
was
after
all
a
mystery
.
Parties
were
divided
about
her
.
Some
people
,
who
took
the
trouble
to
busy
themselves
in
the
matter
,
said
that
she
was
the
criminal
;
whilst
others
vowed
that
she
was
as
innocent
as
a
lamb
,
and
that
her
odious
husband
was
in
fault
.
She
won
over
a
good
many
by
bursting
into
tears
about
her
boy
,
and
exhibiting
the
most
frantic
grief
when
his
name
was
mentioned
,
or
she
saw
anybody
like
him
.
She
gained
good
Mrs.
Alderney’s
heart
in
that
way
,
who
was
rather
the
Queen
of
British
Boulogne
,
and
gave
the
most
dinners
and
balls
of
all
the
residents
there
,
by
weeping
when
Master
Alderney
came
from
Dr.
Swishtail’s
academy
to
pass
his
holidays
with
his
mother
.
“
He
and
her
Rawdon
were
of
the
same
age
,
and
so
like
,
”
Becky
said
,
in
a
voice
choking
with
agony
;
whereas
there
was
five
years’
difference
between
the
boys’
ages
,
and
no
more
likeness
between
them
than
between
my
respected
reader
and
his
humble
servant
.
Wenham
,
when
he
was
going
abroad
,
on
his
way
to
Kissingen
to
join
Lord
Steyne
,
enlightened
Mrs.
Alderney
on
this
point
,
and
told
her
how
he
was
much
more
able
to
describe
little
Rawdon
than
his
mamma
,
who
notoriously
hated
him
,
and
never
saw
him
;
how
he
was
thirteen
years
old
,
while
little
Alderney
was
but
nine
;
fair
,
while
the
other
darling
was
dark
,
—
in
a
word
,
caused
the
lady
in
question
to
repent
of
her
good
humour
.
Whenever
Becky
made
a
little
circle
for
herself
with
incredible
toils
and
labour
,
somebody
came
and
swept
it
down
rudely
,
and
she
had
all
her
work
to
begin
over
again
.
It
was
very
hard
:
very
hard
;
lonely
and
disheartening
.
There
was
Mrs.
Newbright
,
who
took
her
up
for
some
time
,
attracted
by
the
sweetness
of
her
singing
at
church
,
and
by
her
proper
views
upon
serious
subjects
,
concerning
which
in
former
days
,
at
Queen’s
Crawley
,
Mrs.
Becky
had
had
a
good
deal
of
instruction
.
—
Well
,
she
not
only
took
tracts
,
but
she
read
them
.
She
worked
flannel
petticoats
for
the
Quashyboos
—
cotton
night-caps
for
the
Cocoanut
Indians
—
painted
handscreens
for
the
conversion
of
the
Pope
and
the
Jews
—
sate
under
Mr.
Rowls
on
Wednesdays
,
Mr.
Huggleton
on
Thursdays
,
attended
two
Sunday
services
at
church
,
besides
Mr.
Bawler
,
the
Darbyite
,
in
the
evening
,
and
all
in
vain
.
Mrs.
Newbright
had
occasion
to
correspond
with
the
Countess
of
Southdown
about
the
Warmingpan
Fund
for
the
Feejee
Islanders
(
for
the
management
of
which
admirable
charity
both
these
ladies
formed
part
of
a
female
committee
)
,
and
having
mentioned
her
“
sweet
friend
,
”
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
,
the
Dowager
Countess
wrote
back
such
a
letter
regarding
Becky
,
with
such
particulars
,
hints
,
facts
,
falsehoods
,
and
general
comminations
,
that
intimacy
between
Mrs.
Newbright
and
Mrs.
Crawley
ceased
forthwith
:
and
all
the
serious
world
of
Tours
,
where
this
misfortune
took
place
,
immediately
parted
company
with
the
reprobate
.
Those
who
know
the
English
Colonies
abroad
know
that
we
carry
with
us
our
pride
,
pills
,
prejudices
,
Harvey-sauces
,
cayenne-peppers
,
and
other
Lares
,
making
a
little
Britain
wherever
we
settle
down
.
From
one
colony
to
another
Becky
fled
uneasily
.
From
Boulogne
to
Dieppe
,
from
Dieppe
to
Caen
,
from
Caen
to
Tours
—
trying
with
all
her
might
to
be
respectable
,
and
alas
!
always
found
out
some
day
or
other
,
and
pecked
out
of
the
cage
by
the
real
daws
.
Mrs.
Hook
Eagles
took
her
up
at
one
of
these
places
:
—
a
woman
without
a
blemish
in
her
character
,
and
a
house
in
Portman
Square
.
She
was
staying
at
the
hotel
at
Dieppe
,
whither
Becky
fled
,
and
they
made
each
other’s
acquaintance
first
at
sea
,
where
they
were
swimming
together
,
and
subsequently
at
the
table
d’hôte
of
the
hotel
.
Mrs.
Eagles
had
heard
,
—
who
indeed
had
not
?
—
some
of
the
scandal
of
the
Steyne
affair
;
but
after
a
conversation
with
Becky
,
she
pronounced
that
Mrs.
Crawley
was
an
angel
,
her
husband
a
ruffian
,
Lord
Steyne
an
unprincipled
wretch
,
as
everybody
knew
,
and
the
whole
case
against
Mrs.
Crawley
,
an
infamous
and
wicked
conspiracy
of
that
rascal
Wenham
.
“
If
you
were
a
man
of
any
spirit
,
Mr.
Eagles
,
you
would
box
the
wretch’s
ears
the
next
time
you
see
him
at
the
Club
,
”
she
said
to
her
husband
.
But
Eagles
was
only
a
quiet
old
gentleman
,
husband
to
Mrs.
Eagles
,
with
a
taste
for
geology
,
and
not
tall
enough
to
reach
anybody’s
ears
.
Mrs.
Eagles
then
patronised
Mrs.
Rawdon
,
took
her
to
live
with
her
at
her
own
house
at
Paris
,
quarrelled
with
the
ambassador’s
wife
because
she
would
not
receive
her
protégée
,
and
did
all
that
lay
in
woman’s
power
to
keep
Becky
straight
in
the
paths
of
virtue
and
good
repute
.
Becky
was
very
respectable
and
orderly
at
first
,
but
the
life
of
humdrum
virtue
grew
utterly
tedious
to
her
before
long
.
It
was
the
same
routine
every
day
,
the
same
dulness
and
comfort
,
the
same
drive
over
the
same
stupid
Bois
de
Boulogne
,
the
same
company
of
an
evening
,
the
same
Blair’s
Sermon
of
a
Sunday
night
—
the
same
opera
always
being
acted
over
and
over
again
:
Becky
was
dying
of
weariness
,
when
,
luckily
for
her
,
young
Mr.
Eagles
came
from
Cambridge
,
and
his
mother
,
seeing
the
impression
which
her
little
friend
made
upon
him
,
straightaway
gave
Becky
warning
.
Then
she
tried
keeping
house
with
a
female
friend
;
then
the
double
ménage
began
to
quarrel
and
get
into
debt
.
Then
she
determined
upon
a
boarding-house
existence
,
and
lived
for
some
time
at
that
famous
mansion
kept
by
Madame
de
Saint
Amour
,
in
the
Rue
Royale
,
at
Paris
,
where
she
began
exercising
her
graces
and
fascinations
upon
the
shabby
dandies
and
fly-blown
beauties
who
frequented
her
landlady’s
salons
.
Becky
loved
society
,
and
,
indeed
,
could
no
more
exist
without
it
than
an
opium-eater
without
his
dram
,
and
she
was
happy
enough
at
the
period
of
her
boarding-house
life
.
“
The
women
here
are
as
amusing
as
those
in
May
Fair
,
”
she
told
an
old
London
friend
who
met
her
—
“
only
,
their
dresses
are
not
quite
so
fresh
.
The
men
wear
cleaned
gloves
,
and
are
sad
rogues
,
certainly
,
but
they
are
not
worse
than
Jack
This
,
and
Tom
That
.
The
mistress
of
the
house
is
a
little
vulgar
,
but
I
don’t
think
she
is
so
vulgar
as
Lady
—
—
”
and
here
she
named
the
name
of
a
great
leader
of
fashion
that
I
would
die
rather
than
reveal
.
In
fact
,
when
you
saw
Madame
de
Saint
Amour’s
rooms
lighted
up
of
a
night
,
men
with
plaques
and
cordons
at
the
écarté
tables
,
and
the
women
at
a
little
distance
,
you
might
fancy
yourself
for
a
while
in
good
society
,
and
that
Madame
was
a
real
Countess
.
Many
people
did
so
fancy
:
and
Becky
was
for
a
while
one
of
the
most
dashing
ladies
of
the
Countess’s
salons
.
But
it
is
probable
that
her
old
creditors
of
1815
found
her
out
and
caused
her
to
leave
Paris
,
for
the
poor
little
woman
was
forced
to
fly
from
the
city
rather
suddenly
;
and
went
thence
to
Brussels
.
How
well
she
remembered
the
place
!
She
grinned
as
she
looked
up
at
the
little
entresol
which
she
had
occupied
and
thought
of
the
Bareacres
family
,
bawling
for
horses
and
flight
,
as
their
carriage
stood
in
the
porte-cochére
of
the
hotel
.
She
went
to
Waterloo
and
to
Laeken
,
where
George
Osborne’s
monument
much
struck
her
.
She
made
a
little
sketch
of
it
.
“
That
poor
Cupid
!
”
she
said
;
“
how
dreadfully
he
was
in
love
with
me
,
and
what
a
fool
he
was
!
I
wonder
whether
little
Emmy
is
alive
.
It
was
a
good
little
creature
:
and
that
fat
brother
of
hers
.
I
have
his
funny
fat
picture
still
among
my
papers
.
They
were
kind
,
simple
people
.
”
At
Brussels
Becky
arrived
,
recommended
by
Madame
de
Saint
Amour
to
her
friend
,
Madame
la
Comtesse
de
Borodino
,
widow
of
Napoleon’s
General
,
the
famous
Count
de
Borodino
,
who
was
left
with
no
resource
by
the
deceased
hero
but
that
of
a
table-d’hôte
and
an
écart
é
table
.
Second
rate
dandies
and
roués
,
widow-ladies
who
always
have
a
law-suit
,
and
very
simple
English
folks
,
who
fancy
they
see
“
Continental
society
”
at
these
houses
,
put
down
their
money
,
or
ate
their
meals
,
at
Madame
de
Borodino’s
tables
.
The
gallant
young
fellows
treated
the
company
round
to
champagne
at
the
table-d’hôte
,
rode
out
with
the
women
,
or
hired
horses
on
country
excursions
,
clubbed
money
to
take
boxes
at
the
play
or
the
Opera
,
betted
over
the
fair
shoulders
of
the
ladies
at
the
écarté
tables
,
and
wrote
home
to
their
parents
,
in
Devonshire
,
about
their
felicitous
introduction
to
foreign
society
.
Here
,
as
at
Paris
,
Becky
was
a
boarding-house
queen
and
ruled
in
select
pensions
.
She
never
refused
the
champagne
,
or
the
bouquets
,
or
the
drives
into
the
country
,
or
the
private
boxes
;
but
what
she
preferred
was
the
écarté
at
night
,
—
and
she
played
audaciously
.
First
she
played
only
for
a
little
,
then
for
five-franc
pieces
,
then
for
Napoleons
,
then
for
notes
:
then
she
would
not
be
able
to
pay
her
month’s
pension
:
then
she
borrowed
from
the
young
gentlemen
:
then
she
got
into
cash
again
,
and
bullied
Madame
de
Borodino
,
whom
she
had
coaxed
and
wheedled
before
;
then
she
was
playing
for
ten
sous
at
a
time
,
and
in
a
dire
state
of
poverty
;
then
her
quarter’s
allowance
would
come
in
,
and
she
would
pay
off
Madame
de
Borodino’s
score
:
and
would
once
more
take
the
cards
against
Monsieur
de
Rossignol
,
or
the
Chevalier
de
Raff
.
When
Becky
left
Brussels
,
the
sad
truth
is
,
that
she
owed
three
months’
pension
to
Madame
de
Borodino
,
of
which
fact
,
and
of
the
gambling
,
and
of
the
drinking
,
and
of
the
going
down
on
her
knees
to
the
Reverend
Mr.
Muff
,
Ministre
Anglican
,
and
borrowing
money
of
him
,
and
of
her
coaxing
and
flirting
with
Milor
Noodle
,
son
of
Sir
Noodle
,
pupil
of
the
Rev.
Mr.
Muff
,
whom
she
used
to
take
into
her
private
room
,
and
of
whom
she
won
large
sums
at
écarté
—
of
which
fact
,
I
say
,
and
of
a
hundred
of
her
other
knaveries
,
the
Countess
de
Borodino
informs
every
English
person
who
stops
at
her
establishment
,
and
announces
that
Madame
Rawdon
was
no
better
than
a
vipère
.
So
our
little
wanderer
went
about
setting
up
her
tent
in
various
cities
of
Europe
,
as
restless
as
Ulysses
or
Bampfylde
Moore
Carew
.
Her
taste
for
disrespectability
grew
more
and
more
remarkable
.
She
became
a
perfect
Bohemian
ere
long
,
herding
with
people
whom
it
would
make
your
hair
stand
on
end
to
meet
.
There
is
no
town
of
any
mark
in
Europe
but
it
has
its
little
colony
of
English
raffs
—
men
whose
names
Mr.
Hemp
the
officer
reads
out
periodically
at
the
Sheriffs’
Court
—
young
gentlemen
of
very
good
family
often
,
only
that
the
latter
disowns
them
;
frequenters
of
billiard-rooms
and
estaminets
,
patrons
of
foreign
races
and
gaming-tables
.
They
people
the
debtors’
prisons
—
they
drink
and
swagger
—
they
fight
and
brawl
—
they
run
away
without
paying
—
they
have
duels
with
French
and
German
officers
—
they
cheat
Mr.
Spooney
at
écarté
—
they
get
the
money
,
and
drive
off
to
Baden
in
magnificent
britzkas
—
they
try
their
infallible
martingale
,
and
lurk
about
the
tables
with
empty
pockets
,
shabby
bullies
,
penniless
bucks
,
until
they
can
swindle
a
Jew
banker
with
a
sham
bill
of
exchange
,
or
find
another
Mr.
Spooney
to
rob
.
The
alternations
of
splendour
and
misery
which
these
people
undergo
are
very
queer
to
view
.
Their
life
must
be
one
of
great
excitement
.
Becky
—
must
it
be
owned
?
—
took
to
this
life
,
and
took
to
it
not
unkindly
.
She
went
about
from
town
to
town
among
these
Bohemians
.
The
lucky
Mrs.
Rawdon
was
known
at
every
play-table
in
Germany
.
She
and
Madame
de
Cruchecassée
kept
house
at
Florence
together
.
It
is
said
she
was
ordered
out
of
Munich
;
and
my
friend
Mr.
Frederick
Pigeon
avers
that
it
was
at
her
house
at
Lausanne
that
he
was
hocussed
at
supper
and
lost
eight
hundred
pounds
to
Major
Loder
and
the
Honourable
Mr.
Deuceace
.
We
are
bound
,
you
see
,
to
give
some
account
of
Becky’s
biography
;
but
of
this
part
,
the
less
,
perhaps
,
that
is
said
the
better
.
They
say
,
that
when
Mrs.
Crawley
was
particularly
down
on
her
luck
,
she
gave
concerts
and
lessons
in
music
here
and
there
.
There
was
a
Madame
de
Raudon
,
who
certainly
had
a
matinée
musicale
at
Wildbad
,
accompanied
by
Herr
Spoff
,
premier
pianist
to
the
Hospodar
of
Wallachia
,
and
my
little
friend
Mr.
Eaves
,
who
knew
everybody
,
and
had
travelled
everywhere
,
always
used
to
declare
that
he
was
at
Strasburg
in
the
year
1830
,
when
a
certain
Madame
Rebecque
made
her
appearance
in
the
opera
of
the
“
Dame
Blanche
,
”
giving
occasion
to
a
furious
row
in
the
theatre
there
.
She
was
hissed
off
the
stage
by
the
audience
,
partly
from
her
own
incompetency
,
but
chiefly
from
the
ill-advised
sympathy
of
some
persons
in
the
parquet
,
(
where
the
officers
of
the
garrison
had
their
admissions
;
)
and
Eaves
was
certain
that
the
unfortunate
débutante
in
question
was
no
other
than
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
.
She
was
,
in
fact
,
no
better
than
a
vagabond
upon
this
earth
.
When
she
got
her
money
she
gambled
;
when
she
had
gambled
it
she
was
put
to
shifts
to
live
;
who
knows
how
or
by
what
means
she
succeeded
?
It
is
said
that
she
was
once
seen
at
St.
Petersburg
,
but
was
summarily
dismissed
from
that
capital
by
the
police
,
so
that
there
cannot
be
any
possibility
of
truth
in
the
report
that
she
was
a
Russian
spy
at
Toplitz
and
Vienna
afterwards
.
I
have
even
been
informed
,
that
at
Paris
she
discovered
a
relation
of
her
own
,
no
less
a
person
than
her
maternal
grandmother
,
who
was
not
by
any
means
a
Montmorenci
,
but
a
hideous
old
box-opener
at
a
theatre
on
the
Boulevards
.
The
meeting
between
them
,
of
which
other
persons
,
as
it
is
hinted
elsewhere
,
seem
to
have
been
acquainted
,
must
have
been
a
very
affecting
interview
.
The
present
historian
can
give
no
certain
details
regarding
the
event
.
It
happened
at
Rome
once
,
that
Mrs.
de
Rawdon’s
halfyear’s
salary
had
just
been
paid
into
the
principal
banker’s
there
,
and
,
as
everybody
who
had
a
balance
of
above
five
hundred
scudi
was
invited
to
the
balls
which
this
prince
of
merchants
gave
during
the
winter
,
Becky
had
the
honour
of
a
card
,
and
appeared
at
one
of
the
Prince
and
Princess
Polonia’s
splendid
evening
entertainments
.
The
Princess
was
of
the
family
of
Pompili
,
lineally
descended
from
the
second
king
of
Rome
,
and
Egeria
of
the
house
of
Olympus
,
while
the
Prince’s
grandfather
,
Alessandro
Polonia
,
sold
wash-balls
,
essences
,
tobacco
,
and
pocket-handkerchiefs
,
ran
errands
for
gentlemen
,
and
lent
money
in
a
small
way
.
All
the
great
company
in
Rome
thronged
to
his
saloons
—
Princes
,
Dukes
,
Ambassadors
,
artists
,
fiddlers
,
monsignori
,
young
bears
with
their
leaders
—
every
rank
and
condition
of
man
.
His
halls
blazed
with
light
and
magnificence
;
were
resplendent
with
gilt
frames
(
containing
pictures
)
,
and
dubious
antiques
;
and
the
enormous
gilt
crown
and
arms
of
the
princely
owner
,
a
gold
mushroom
on
a
crimson
field
(
the
colour
of
the
pocket-handkerchiefs
which
he
sold
)
,
and
the
silver
fountain
of
the
Pompili
family
shone
all
over
the
roof
,
doors
,
and
panels
of
the
house
,
and
over
the
grand
velvet
baldaquins
prepared
to
receive
Popes
and
Emperors
.
So
Becky
,
who
had
arrived
in
the
diligence
from
Florence
,
and
was
lodged
at
an
inn
in
a
very
modest
way
,
got
a
card
for
Prince
Polonia’s
entertainment
,
and
her
maid
dressed
her
with
unusual
care
,
and
she
went
to
this
fine
ball
leaning
on
the
arm
of
Major
Loder
,
with
whom
she
happened
to
be
travelling
at
the
time
—
(
the
same
man
who
shot
Prince
Ravoli
at
Naples
the
next
year
,
and
was
caned
by
Sir
John
Buckskin
for
carrying
four
kings
in
his
hat
besides
those
which
he
used
in
playing
at
écarté
)
—
and
this
pair
went
into
the
rooms
together
,
and
Becky
saw
a
number
of
old
faces
which
she
remembered
in
happier
days
,
when
she
was
not
innocent
,
but
not
found
out
.
Major
Loder
knew
a
great
number
of
foreigners
,
keen-looking
whiskered
men
with
dirty
striped
ribbons
in
their
buttonholes
,
and
a
very
small
display
of
linen
;
but
his
own
countrymen
,
it
might
be
remarked
,
eschewed
the
Major
.
Becky
,
too
,
knew
some
ladies
here
and
there
—
French
widows
,
dubious
Italian
countesses
,
whose
husbands
had
treated
them
ill
—
faugh
—
what
shall
we
say
,
we
who
have
moved
among
some
of
the
finest
company
of
Vanity
Fair
,
of
this
refuse
and
sediment
of
rascals
?
If
we
play
,
let
it
be
with
clean
cards
,
and
not
with
this
dirty
pack
.
But
every
man
who
has
formed
one
of
the
innumberable
army
of
travellers
has
seen
these
marauding
irregulars
hanging
on
,
like
Nym
and
Pistol
,
to
the
main
force
;
wearing
the
king’s
colours
,
and
boasting
of
his
commission
,
but
pillaging
for
themselves
,
and
occasionally
gibbeted
by
the
road-side
.
Well
,
she
was
hanging
on
the
arm
of
Major
Loder
,
and
they
went
through
the
rooms
together
,
and
drank
a
great
quantity
of
champagne
at
the
buffet
,
where
the
people
,
and
especially
the
Major’s
irregular
corps
,
struggled
furiously
for
refreshments
,
of
which
when
the
pair
had
had
enough
they
pushed
on
until
they
reached
the
Duchess’s
own
pink
velvet
saloon
,
at
the
end
of
the
suite
of
apartments
(
where
the
statue
of
the
Venus
is
,
and
the
great
Venice
looking-glasses
,
framed
in
silver
,
)
and
where
the
princely
family
were
entertaining
their
most
distinguished
guests
at
a
round
table
at
supper
.
It
was
just
such
a
little
select
banquet
as
that
of
which
Becky
recollected
that
she
had
partaken
at
Lord
