parvenue.
For
some
months
the
salons
of
the
Faubourg
St.
Germain
,
in
which
her
place
was
secured
,
and
the
splendours
of
the
new
Court
,
where
she
was
received
with
much
distinction
,
delighted
,
and
perhaps
a
little
intoxicated
Mrs.
Crawley
,
who
may
have
been
disposed
during
this
period
of
elation
to
slight
the
people
—
honest
young
military
men
mostly
—
who
formed
her
husband’s
chief
society
.
But
the
Colonel
yawned
sadly
among
the
duchesses
and
great
ladies
of
the
Court
.
The
old
women
who
played
écarté
made
such
a
noise
about
a
five-franc
piece
,
that
it
was
not
worth
Colonel
Crawley’s
while
to
sit
down
at
a
card-table
.
The
wit
of
their
conversation
he
could
not
appreciate
,
being
ignorant
of
their
language
.
And
what
good
could
his
wife
get
,
he
urged
,
by
making
curtsies
every
night
to
a
whole
circle
of
Princesses
?
He
left
Rebecca
presently
to
frequent
these
parties
alone
;
resuming
his
own
simple
pursuits
and
amusements
amongst
the
amiable
friends
of
his
own
choice
.
The
truth
is
,
when
we
say
of
a
gentleman
that
he
lives
elegantly
on
nothing
a-year
,
we
use
the
word
“
nothing
”
to
signify
something
unknown
;
meaning
,
simply
,
that
we
don’t
know
how
the
gentleman
in
question
defrays
the
expenses
of
his
establishment
.
Now
,
our
friend
the
Colonel
had
a
great
aptitude
for
all
games
of
chance
:
and
exercising
himself
,
as
he
continually
did
,
with
the
cards
,
the
dice-box
,
or
the
cue
,
it
is
natural
to
suppose
that
he
attained
a
much
greater
skill
in
the
use
of
these
articles
than
men
can
possess
who
only
occasionally
handle
them
.
To
use
a
cue
at
billiards
well
is
like
using
a
pencil
,
or
a
German
flute
,
or
a
small-sword
—
you
cannot
master
any
one
of
these
implements
at
first
,
and
it
is
only
by
repeated
study
and
perseverance
,
joined
to
a
natural
taste
,
that
a
man
can
excel
in
the
handling
of
either
.
Now
Crawley
,
from
being
only
a
brilliant
amateur
,
had
grown
to
be
a
consummate
master
of
billiards
.
Like
a
great
general
,
his
genius
used
to
rise
with
the
danger
,
and
when
the
luck
had
been
unfavourable
to
him
for
a
whole
game
,
and
the
bets
were
consequently
against
him
,
he
would
,
with
consummate
skill
and
boldness
,
make
some
prodigious
hits
which
would
restore
the
battle
,
and
come
in
a
victor
at
the
end
,
to
the
astonishment
of
everybody
—
of
everybody
,
that
is
,
who
was
a
stranger
to
his
play
.
Those
who
were
accustomed
to
see
it
were
cautious
how
they
staked
their
money
against
a
man
of
such
sudden
resources
,
and
brilliant
and
over-powering
skill
.
At
games
of
cards
he
was
equally
skilful
;
for
though
he
would
constantly
lose
money
at
the
commencement
of
an
evening
,
playing
so
carelessly
and
making
such
blunders
,
that
new
comers
were
often
inclined
to
think
meanly
of
his
talent
;
yet
when
roused
to
action
,
and
awakened
to
caution
by
repeated
small
losses
,
it
was
remarked
that
Crawley’s
play
became
quite
different
,
and
that
he
was
pretty
sure
of
beating
his
enemy
thoroughly
before
the
night
was
over
.
Indeed
,
very
few
men
could
say
that
they
ever
had
the
better
of
him
.
His
successes
were
so
repeated
that
no
wonder
the
envious
and
the
vanquished
spoke
sometimes
with
bitterness
regarding
them
.
And
as
the
French
say
of
the
Duke
of
Wellington
,
who
never
suffered
a
defeat
,
that
only
an
astonishing
series
of
lucky
accidents
enabled
him
to
be
an
invariable
winner
;
yet
even
they
allow
that
he
cheated
at
Waterloo
,
and
was
enabled
to
win
the
last
great
trick
:
—
so
it
was
hinted
at
head-quarters
in
England
,
that
some
foul
play
must
have
taken
place
in
order
to
account
for
the
continuous
successes
of
Colonel
Crawley
.
Though
Frascati’s
and
the
Salon
were
open
at
that
time
in
Paris
,
the
mania
for
play
was
so
widely
spread
,
that
the
public
gambling-rooms
did
not
suffice
for
the
general
ardour
,
and
gambling
went
on
in
private
houses
as
much
as
if
there
had
been
no
public
means
for
gratifying
the
passion
.
At
Crawley’s
charming
little
réunions
of
an
evening
this
fatal
amusement
commonly
was
practised
—
much
to
good-natured
little
Mrs.
Crawley’s
annoyance
.
She
spoke
about
her
husband’s
passion
for
dice
with
the
deepest
grief
;
she
bewailed
it
to
everybody
who
came
to
her
house
.
She
besought
the
young
fellows
never
,
never
to
touch
a
box
;
and
when
young
Green
,
of
the
Rifles
,
lost
a
very
considerable
sum
of
money
,
Rebecca
passed
a
whole
night
in
tears
,
as
the
servant
told
the
unfortunate
young
gentleman
,
and
actually
went
on
her
knees
to
her
husband
to
beseech
him
to
remit
the
debt
,
and
burn
the
acknowledgment
.
How
could
he
?
He
had
lost
just
as
much
himself
to
Blackstone
of
the
Hussars
,
and
Count
Punter
of
the
Hanoverian
Cavalry
.
Green
might
have
any
decent
time
;
but
pay
?
—
of
course
he
must
pay
;
to
talk
of
burning
I
O
U’s
was
child’s-play
.
Other
officers
,
chiefly
young
—
for
the
young
fellows
gathered
round
Mrs.
Crawley
—
came
from
her
parties
with
long
faces
,
having
dropped
more
or
less
money
at
her
fatal
card-tables
.
Her
house
began
to
have
an
unfortunate
reputation
.
The
old
hands
warned
the
less
experienced
of
their
danger
.
Colonel
O’Dowd
,
of
the
—
th
regiment
,
one
of
those
occupying
in
Paris
,
warned
Lieutenant
Spooney
of
that
corps
.
A
loud
and
violent
fracas
took
place
between
the
infantry-colonel
and
his
lady
,
who
were
dining
at
the
Café
de
Paris
,
and
Colonel
and
Mrs.
Crawley
,
who
were
also
taking
their
meal
there
.
The
ladies
engaged
on
both
sides
.
Mrs.
O’Dowd
snapped
her
fingers
in
Mrs.
Crawley’s
face
,
and
called
her
husband
“
no
betther
than
a
black-leg
.
”
Colonel
Crawley
challenged
Colonel
O’Dowd
,
C.B.
The
Commander-in-Chief
hearing
of
the
dispute
sent
for
Colonel
Crawley
,
who
was
getting
ready
the
same
pistols
“
which
he
shot
Captain
Marker
,
”
and
had
such
a
conversation
with
him
that
no
duel
took
place
.
If
Rebecca
had
not
gone
on
her
knees
to
General
Tufto
,
Crawley
would
have
been
sent
back
to
England
;
and
he
did
not
play
,
except
with
civilians
,
for
some
weeks
after
.
But
,
in
spite
of
Rawdon’s
undoubted
skill
and
constant
successes
,
it
became
evident
to
Rebecca
,
considering
these
things
,
that
their
position
was
but
a
precarious
one
,
and
that
,
even
although
they
paid
scarcely
anybody
,
their
little
capital
would
end
one
day
by
dwindling
into
zero
.
“
Gambling
,
”
she
would
say
,
“
dear
,
is
good
to
help
your
income
,
but
not
as
an
income
itself
.
Some
day
people
may
be
tired
of
play
,
and
then
where
are
we
?
”
Rawdon
acquiesced
in
the
justice
of
her
opinion
;
and
in
truth
he
had
remarked
that
after
a
few
nights
of
his
little
suppers
,
etc.
,
gentlemen
were
tired
of
play
with
him
,
and
,
in
spite
of
Rebecca’s
charms
,
did
not
present
themselves
very
eagerly
.
Easy
and
pleasant
as
their
life
at
Paris
was
,
it
was
after
all
only
an
idle
dalliance
and
amiable
trifling
;
and
Rebecca
saw
that
she
must
push
Rawdon’s
fortune
in
their
own
country
.
She
must
get
him
a
place
or
appointment
at
home
or
in
the
colonies
;
and
she
determined
to
make
a
move
upon
England
as
soon
as
the
way
could
be
cleared
for
her
.
As
a
first
step
she
had
made
Crawley
sell
out
of
the
Guards
,
and
go
on
half-pay
.
His
function
as
aide-de-camp
to
General
Tufto
had
ceased
previously
.
Rebecca
laughed
in
all
companies
at
that
officer
,
at
his
toupee
(
which
he
mounted
on
coming
to
Paris
)
,
at
his
waistband
,
at
his
false
teeth
,
at
his
pretensions
to
be
a
lady-killer
above
all
,
and
his
absurd
vanity
in
fancying
every
woman
whom
he
came
near
was
in
love
with
him
.
It
was
to
Mrs.
Brent
,
the
beetle-browed
wife
of
Mr.
Commissary
Brent
,
to
whom
the
General
transferred
his
attentions
now
—
his
bouquets
,
his
dinners
at
the
restaurateurs’
,
his
opera-boxes
,
and
his
knick-knacks
.
Poor
Mrs.
Tufto
was
no
more
happy
than
before
,
and
had
still
to
pass
long
evenings
alone
with
her
daughters
,
knowing
that
her
General
was
gone
off
scented
and
curled
to
stand
behind
Mrs.
Brent’s
chair
at
the
play
.
Becky
had
a
dozen
admirers
in
his
place
to
be
sure
;
and
could
cut
her
rival
to
pieces
with
her
wit
.
But
,
as
we
have
said
,
she
was
growing
tired
of
this
idle
social
life
:
opera-boxes
and
restaurateur-dinners
palled
upon
her
:
nose-gays
could
not
be
laid
by
a
provision
for
future
years
:
and
she
could
not
live
upon
knick-knacks
,
laced
handkerchiefs
,
and
kid
gloves
.
She
felt
the
frivolity
of
pleasure
,
and
longed
for
more
substantial
benefits
.
At
this
juncture
news
arrived
which
was
spread
among
the
many
creditors
of
the
Colonel
at
Paris
,
and
which
caused
them
great
satisfaction
.
Miss
Crawley
,
the
rich
aunt
from
whom
he
expected
his
immense
inheritance
,
was
dying
;
the
Colonel
must
haste
to
her
bedside
.
Mrs.
Crawley
and
her
child
would
remain
behind
until
he
came
to
reclaim
them
.
He
departed
for
Calais
,
and
having
reached
that
place
in
safety
,
it
might
have
been
supposed
that
he
went
to
Dover
;
but
instead
he
took
the
diligence
to
Dunkirk
,
and
thence
travelled
to
Brussels
,
for
which
place
he
had
a
former
predilection
.
The
fact
is
,
he
owed
more
money
at
London
than
at
Paris
;
and
he
preferred
the
quiet
little
Belgian
city
to
either
of
the
more
noisy
capitals
.
Her
aunt
was
dead
.
Mrs.
Crawley
ordered
the
most
intense
mourning
for
herself
and
little
Rawdon
.
The
Colonel
was
busy
arranging
the
affairs
of
the
inheritance
.
They
could
take
the
premier
now
,
instead
of
the
little
entresol
of
the
hotel
which
they
occupied
.
Mrs.
Crawley
and
the
landlord
had
a
consultation
about
the
new
hangings
,
an
amicable
wrangle
about
the
carpets
,
and
a
final
adjustment
of
everything
except
the
bill
.
She
went
off
in
one
of
his
carriages
;
her
French
bonne
with
her
;
the
child
by
her
side
;
the
admirable
landlord
and
landlady
smiling
farewell
to
her
from
the
gate
.
General
Tufto
was
furious
when
he
heard
she
was
gone
,
and
Mrs.
Brent
furious
with
him
for
being
furious
;
Lieutenant
Spooney
was
cut
to
the
heart
;
and
the
landlord
got
ready
his
best
apartments
previous
to
the
return
of
the
fascinating
little
woman
and
her
husband
.
He
serréd
the
trunks
which
she
left
in
his
charge
with
the
greatest
care
.
They
had
been
especially
recommended
to
him
by
Madame
Crawley
.
They
were
not
,
however
,
found
to
be
particularly
valuable
when
opened
some
time
after
.
But
before
she
went
to
join
her
husband
in
the
Belgic
capital
,
Mrs.
Crawley
made
an
expedition
into
England
,
leaving
behind
her
her
little
son
upon
the
continent
,
under
the
care
of
her
French
maid
.
The
parting
between
Rebecca
and
the
little
Rawdon
did
not
cause
either
party
much
pain
.
She
had
not
,
to
say
truth
,
seen
much
of
the
young
gentleman
since
his
birth
.
After
the
amiable
fashion
of
French
mothers
,
she
had
placed
him
out
at
nurse
in
a
village
in
the
neighbourhood
of
Paris
,
where
little
Rawdon
passed
the
first
months
of
his
life
,
not
unhappily
,
with
a
numerous
family
of
foster-brothers
in
wooden
shoes
.
His
father
would
ride
over
many
a
time
to
see
him
here
,
and
the
elder
Rawdon’s
paternal
heart
glowed
to
see
him
rosy
and
dirty
,
shouting
lustily
,
and
happy
in
the
making
of
mud-pies
under
the
superintendence
of
the
gardener’s
wife
,
his
nurse
.
Rebecca
did
not
care
much
to
go
and
see
the
son
and
heir
.
Once
he
spoiled
a
new
dove-coloured
pelisse
of
hers
.
He
preferred
his
nurse’s
caresses
to
his
mamma’s
,
and
when
finally
he
quitted
that
jolly
nurse
and
almost
parent
,
he
cried
loudly
for
hours
.
He
was
only
consoled
by
his
mother’s
promise
that
he
should
return
to
his
nurse
the
next
day
;
indeed
the
nurse
herself
,
who
probably
would
have
been
pained
at
the
parting
too
,
was
told
that
the
child
would
immediately
be
restored
to
her
,
and
for
some
time
awaited
quite
anxiously
his
return
.
In
fact
,
our
friends
may
be
said
to
have
been
among
the
first
of
that
brood
of
hardy
English
adventurers
who
have
subsequently
invaded
the
Continent
,
and
swindled
in
all
the
capitals
of
Europe
.
The
respect
in
those
happy
days
of
1817-18
was
very
great
for
the
wealth
and
honour
of
Britons
.
They
had
not
then
learned
,
as
I
am
told
,
to
haggle
for
bargains
with
the
pertinacity
which
now
distinguishes
them
.
The
great
cities
of
Europe
had
not
been
as
yet
open
to
the
enterprise
of
our
rascals
.
And
whereas
there
is
now
hardly
a
town
of
France
or
Italy
in
which
you
shall
not
see
some
noble
countryman
of
our
own
,
with
that
happy
swagger
and
insolence
of
demeanour
which
we
carry
everywhere
,
swindling
inn-landlords
,
passing
fictitious
cheques
upon
credulous
bankers
,
robbing
coach-makers
of
their
carriage
,
goldsmiths
of
their
trinkets
,
easy
travellers
of
their
money
at
cards
,
—
even
public
libraries
of
their
books
:
—
thirty
years
ago
you
needed
but
to
be
a
Milor
Anglais
,
travelling
in
a
private
carriage
,
and
credit
was
at
your
hand
wherever
you
chose
to
seek
it
,
and
gentlemen
,
instead
of
cheating
,
were
cheated
.
It
was
not
for
some
weeks
after
the
Crawley’s
departure
that
the
landlord
of
the
hotel
which
they
occupied
during
their
residence
at
Paris
,
found
out
the
losses
which
he
had
sustained
;
not
until
Madame
Marabou
,
the
milliner
,
made
repeated
visits
,
with
her
little
bill
for
articles
supplied
to
Madame
Crawley
;
not
until
Monsieur
Didelot
from
Boule
d’Or
in
the
Palais
Royal
had
asked
half-a-dozen
times
whether
cette
charmante
Miladi
who
had
bought
watches
and
bracelets
of
him
was
de
retour
.
It
is
a
fact
that
even
the
poor
gardener’s
wife
,
who
had
nursed
Madame’s
child
,
was
never
paid
after
the
first
six
months
for
that
supply
of
the
milk
of
human
kindness
with
which
she
had
furnished
the
lusty
and
healthy
little
Rawdon
.
No
,
not
even
the
nurse
was
paid
—
the
Crawleys
were
in
too
great
a
hurry
to
remember
their
trifling
debt
to
her
.
As
for
the
landlord
of
the
hotel
,
his
curses
against
the
English
nation
were
violent
for
the
rest
of
his
natural
life
.
He
asked
all
travellers
whether
they
knew
a
certain
Colonel
Lor
Crawley
—
avec
sa
femme
—
une
petite
dame
,
très
spirituelle
.
“
Ah
,
Monsieur
!
”
he
would
add
—
“
ils
m’ont
affreusement
volé
.
”
It
was
melancholy
to
hear
his
accents
as
he
spoke
of
that
catastrophe
.
Rebecca’s
object
in
her
journey
to
London
was
to
effect
a
kind
of
compromise
with
her
husband’s
numerous
creditors
,
and
by
offering
them
a
dividend
of
ninepence
or
a
shilling
in
the
pound
,
to
secure
a
return
for
him
into
his
own
country
.
It
does
not
become
us
to
trace
the
steps
which
she
took
in
the
conduct
of
this
most
difficult
negotiation
;
but
,
having
shown
them
to
their
satisfaction
,
that
the
sum
which
she
was
empowered
to
offer
was
all
her
husband’s
available
capital
,
and
having
convinced
them
that
Colonel
Crawley
would
prefer
a
perpetual
retirement
on
the
Continent
to
a
residence
in
this
country
with
his
debts
unsettled
;
having
proved
to
them
that
there
was
no
possibility
of
money
accruing
to
him
from
other
quarters
,
and
no
earthly
chance
of
their
getting
a
larger
dividend
than
that
which
she
was
empowered
to
offer
,
she
brought
the
Colonel’s
creditors
unanimously
to
accept
her
proposals
,
and
purchased
with
fifteen
hundred
pounds
of
ready
money
,
more
than
ten
times
that
amount
of
debts
.
Mrs.
Crawley
employed
no
lawyer
in
the
transaction
.
The
matter
was
so
simple
,
to
have
or
to
leave
,
as
she
justly
observed
,
that
she
made
the
lawyers
of
the
creditors
themselves
do
the
business
.
And
Mr.
Lewis
representing
Mr.
Davids
,
of
Red
Lion
Square
,
and
Mr.
Moss
acting
for
Mr.
Manasseh
of
Cursitor
Street
(
chief
creditors
of
the
Colonel’s
)
,
complimented
his
lady
upon
the
brilliant
way
in
which
she
did
business
,
and
declared
that
there
was
no
professional
man
who
could
beat
her
.
Rebecca
received
their
congratulations
with
perfect
modesty
;
ordered
a
bottle
of
sherry
and
a
bread
cake
to
the
little
dingy
lodgings
where
she
dwelt
,
while
conducting
the
business
,
to
treat
the
enemy’s
lawyers
:
shook
hands
with
them
at
parting
,
in
excellent
good
humour
,
and
returned
straightway
to
the
Continent
,
to
rejoin
her
husband
and
son
,
and
acquaint
the
former
with
the
glad
news
of
his
entire
liberation
.
As
for
the
latter
,
he
had
been
considerably
neglected
during
his
mother’s
absence
by
Mademoiselle
Geneviève
,
her
French
maid
;
for
that
young
woman
,
contracting
an
attachment
for
a
soldier
in
the
garrison
of
Calais
,
forgot
her
charge
in
the
society
of
this
militaire
,
and
little
Rawdon
very
narrowly
escaped
drowning
on
Calais
sands
at
this
period
,
where
the
absent
Geneviève
had
left
and
lost
him
.
And
so
,
Colonel
and
Mrs.
Crawley
came
to
London
:
and
it
is
at
their
house
in
Curzon
Street
,
May
Fair
,
that
they
really
showed
the
skill
which
must
be
possessed
by
those
who
would
live
on
the
resources
above
named
.
II
.
The
Subject
Continued
IN
the
first
place
,
and
as
a
matter
of
the
greatest
necessity
,
we
are
bound
to
describe
how
a
house
may
be
got
for
nothing
a-year
.
These
mansions
are
to
be
had
either
unfurnished
,
where
,
if
you
have
credit
with
Messrs.
Gillows
or
Bantings
,
you
can
get
them
splendidly
montées
and
decorated
entirely
according
to
your
own
fancy
;
or
they
are
to
be
let
furnished
;
a
less
troublesome
and
complicated
arrangement
to
most
parties
.
It
was
so
that
Crawley
and
his
wife
preferred
to
hire
their
house
.
Before
Mr.
Bowls
came
to
preside
over
Miss
Crawley’s
house
and
cellar
in
Park
Lane
,
that
lady
had
had
for
a
butler
a
Mr.
Raggles
,
who
was
born
on
the
family
estate
of
Queen’s
Crawley
,
and
indeed
was
a
younger
son
of
a
gardener
there
.
By
good
conduct
,
a
handsome
person
and
calves
,
and
a
grave
demeanour
,
Raggles
rose
from
the
knife-board
to
the
foot-board
of
the
carriage
;
from
the
foot-board
to
the
butler’s
pantry
.
When
he
had
been
a
certain
number
of
years
at
the
head
of
Miss
Crawley’s
establishment
,
where
he
had
had
good
wages
,
fat
perquisites
,
and
plenty
of
opportunities
of
saving
,
he
announced
that
he
was
about
to
contract
a
matrimonial
alliance
with
a
late
cook
of
Miss
Crawley’s
,
who
had
subsisted
in
an
honourable
manner
by
the
exercise
of
a
mangle
,
and
the
keeping
of
a
small
greengrocer’s
shop
in
the
neighbourhood
.
The
truth
is
,
that
the
ceremony
had
been
clandestinely
performed
some
years
back
;
although
the
news
of
Mr.
Raggles’
marriage
was
first
brought
to
Miss
Crawley
by
a
little
boy
and
girl
of
seven
and
eight
years
of
age
.
whose
continual
presence
in
the
kitchen
had
attracted
the
attention
of
Miss
Briggs
.
Mr.
Raggles
then
retired
and
personally
undertook
the
superintendence
of
the
small
shop
and
the
greens
.
He
added
milk
and
cream
,
eggs
and
country-fed
pork
to
his
stores
,
contenting
himself
,
whilst
other
retired
butlers
were
vending
spirits
in
public-houses
,
by
dealing
in
the
simplest
country
produce
.
And
having
a
good
connection
amongst
the
butlers
in
the
neighbourhood
,
and
a
snug
back
parlour
where
he
and
Mrs.
Raggles
received
them
,
his
milk
,
cream
,
and
eggs
got
to
be
adopted
by
many
of
the
fraternity
,
and
his
profits
increased
every
year
.
Year
after
year
he
quietly
and
modestly
amassed
money
,
and
when
at
length
that
snug
and
complete
bachelor’s
residence
at
No.
201
,
Curzon
Street
,
May
Fair
,
late
the
residence
of
the
Honourable
Frederick
Deuceace
,
gone
abroad
,
with
its
rich
and
appropriate
furniture
by
the
first
makers
,
was
brought
to
the
hammer
,
who
should
go
in
and
purchase
the
lease
and
furniture
of
the
house
but
Charles
Raggles
?
A
part
of
the
money
he
borrowed
,
it
is
true
,
and
at
rather
a
high
interest
,
from
a
brother
butler
,
but
the
chief
part
he
paid
down
,
and
it
was
with
no
small
pride
that
Mrs.
Raggles
found
herself
sleeping
in
a
bed
of
carved
mahogany
,
with
silk
curtains
,
with
a
prodigious
cheval
glass
opposite
to
her
,
and
a
wardrobe
which
would
contain
her
,
and
Raggles
,
and
all
the
family
.
Of
course
,
they
did
not
intend
to
occupy
permanently
an
apartment
so
splendid
.
It
was
in
order
to
let
the
house
again
that
Raggles
purchased
it
.
As
soon
as
a
tenant
was
found
he
subsided
into
the
greengrocer’s
shop
once
more
;
but
a
happy
thing
it
was
for
him
to
walk
out
of
that
tenement
and
into
Curzon
Street
,
and
there
survey
his
house
—
his
own
house
—
with
geraniums
in
the
window
and
a
carved
bronze
knocker
.
The
footman
occasionally
lounging
at
the
area
railing
,
treated
him
with
respect
;
the
cook
took
her
green
stuff
at
his
house
and
called
him
Mr.
Landlord
;
and
there
was
not
one
thing
the
tenants
did
,
or
one
dish
which
they
had
for
dinner
,
that
Raggles
might
not
know
of
,
if
he
liked
.
He
was
a
good
man
;
good
and
happy
.
The
house
brought
him
in
so
handsome
a
yearly
income
,
that
he
was
determined
to
send
his
children
to
good
schools
,
and
accordingly
,
regardless
of
expense
,
Charles
was
sent
to
boarding
at
Dr.
Swishtail’s
,
Sugar-cane
Lodge
,
and
little
Matilda
to
Miss
Peckover’s
,
Laurentinum
House
,
Clapham
.
Raggles
loved
and
adored
the
Crawley
family
as
the
author
of
all
his
prosperity
in
life
.
He
had
a
silhouette
of
his
mistress
in
his
back
shop
,
and
a
drawing
of
the
Porter’s
Lodge
at
Queen’s
Crawley
,
done
by
that
spinster
herself
in
India
ink
—
and
the
only
addition
he
made
to
the
decorations
of
the
Curzon
Street
House
was
a
print
of
Queen’s
Crawley
in
Hampshire
,
the
seat
of
Sir
Walpole
Crawley
,
Baronet
,
who
was
represented
in
a
gilded
car
drawn
by
six
white
horses
,
and
passing
by
a
lake
covered
with
swans
,
and
barges
containing
ladies
in
hoops
,
and
musicians
with
flags
and
periwigs
.
Indeed
Raggles
thought
there
was
no
such
palace
in
all
the
world
and
no
such
august
family
.
As
luck
would
have
it
,
Raggles’
house
in
Curzon
Street
was
to
let
when
Rawdon
and
his
wife
returned
to
London
.
The
Colonel
knew
it
and
its
owner
quite
well
;
the
latter’s
connexion
with
the
Crawley
family
had
been
kept
up
constantly
,
for
Raggles
helped
Mr.
Bowls
whenever
Miss
Crawley
received
friends
.
And
the
old
man
not
only
let
his
house
to
the
Colonel
,
but
officiated
as
his
butler
whenever
he
had
company
;
Mrs.
Raggles
operating
in
the
kitchen
below
,
and
sending
up
dinners
of
which
old
Miss
Crawley
herself
might
have
approved
.
This
was
the
way
,
then
,
Crawley
got
his
house
for
nothing
;
for
though
Raggles
had
to
pay
taxes
and
rates
,
and
the
interest
of
the
mortgage
to
the
brother
butler
;
and
the
insurance
of
his
life
;
and
the
charges
for
his
children
at
school
;
and
the
value
of
the
meat
and
drink
which
his
own
family
—
and
for
a
time
that
of
Colonel
Crawley
too
—
consumed
;
and
though
the
poor
wretch
was
utterly
ruined
by
the
transaction
,
his
children
being
flung
on
the
streets
and
himself
driven
into
the
Fleet
Prison
;
yet
somebody
must
pay
even
for
gentlemen
who
live
for
nothing
a-year
—
and
so
it
was
this
unlucky
Raggles
was
made
the
representative
of
Colonel
Crawley’s
defective
capital
.
I
wonder
how
many
families
are
driven
to
roguery
and
to
ruin
by
great
practitioners
in
Crawley’s
way
?
—
how
many
great
noblemen
rob
their
petty
tradesmen
,
condescend
to
swindle
their
poor
retainers
out
of
wretched
little
sums
,
and
cheat
for
a
few
shillings
?
When
we
read
that
a
noble
nobleman
has
left
for
the
Continent
,
or
that
another
noble
nobleman
has
an
execution
in
his
house
—
and
that
one
or
other
owes
six
or
seven
millions
,
the
defeat
seems
glorious
even
,
and
we
respect
the
victim
in
the
vastness
of
his
ruin
.
But
who
pities
a
poor
barber
who
can’t
get
his
money
for
powdering
the
footman’s
heads
;
or
a
poor
carpenter
who
has
ruined
himself
by
fixing
up
ornaments
and
pavilions
for
my
lady’s
déjeuner
;
or
the
poor
devil
of
a
tailor
whom
the
steward
patronises
,
and
who
has
pledged
all
he
is
worth
,
and
more
,
to
get
the
liveries
ready
,
which
my
lord
has
done
him
the
honour
to
bespeak
?
—
When
the
great
house
tumbles
down
,
these
miserable
wretches
fall
under
it
unnoticed
:
as
they
say
in
the
old
legends
,
before
a
man
goes
to
the
devil
himself
,
he
sends
plenty
of
other
souls
thither
.
Rawdon
and
his
wife
generously
gave
their
patronage
to
all
such
of
Miss
Crawley’s
tradesmen
and
purveyors
as
chose
to
serve
them
.
Some
were
willing
enough
,
especially
the
poor
ones
.
It
was
wonderful
to
see
the
pertinacity
with
which
the
washerwoman
from
Tooting
brought
the
cart
every
Saturday
,
and
her
bills
week
after
week
.
Mr.
Raggles
himself
had
to
supply
the
greengroceries
.
The
bill
for
servants’
porter
at
the
Fortune
of
War
public-house
is
a
curiosity
in
the
chronicles
of
beer
.
Every
servant
also
was
owed
the
greater
part
of
his
wages
,
and
thus
kept
up
perforce
an
interest
in
the
house
.
Nobody
in
fact
was
paid
.
Not
the
blacksmith
who
opened
the
lock
;
nor
the
glazier
who
mended
the
pane
;
nor
the
jobber
who
let
the
carriage
;
nor
the
groom
who
drove
it
;
nor
the
butcher
who
provided
the
leg
of
mutton
;
nor
the
coals
which
roasted
it
;
nor
the
cook
who
basted
it
;
nor
the
servants
who
ate
it
;
and
this
I
am
given
to
understand
is
not
unfrequently
the
way
in
which
people
live
elegantly
on
nothing
a-year
.
In
a
little
town
such
things
cannot
be
done
without
remark
.
We
know
there
the
quantity
of
milk
our
neighbour
takes
,
and
espy
the
joint
or
the
fowls
which
are
going
in
for
his
dinner
.
So
,
probably
,
200
and
202
in
Curzon
Street
might
know
what
was
going
on
in
the
house
between
them
,
the
servants
communicating
through
the
area-railings
;
but
Crawley
and
his
wife
and
his
friends
did
not
know
200
and
202.
When
you
came
to
201
there
was
a
hearty
welcome
,
and
a
kind
smile
,
a
good
dinner
,
and
a
jolly
shake
of
the
hand
from
the
host
and
hostess
there
,
just
for
all
the
world
as
if
they
had
been
undisputed
masters
of
three
or
four
thousand
a-year
—
and
so
they
were
not
in
money
,
but
in
produce
and
labour
—
if
they
did
not
pay
for
the
mutton
,
they
had
it
:
if
they
did
not
give
bullion
in
exchange
for
their
wine
,
how
should
we
know
?
Never
was
better
claret
at
any
man’s
table
than
at
honest
Rawdon’s
;
dinners
more
gay
and
neatly
served
.
His
drawing-rooms
were
the
prettiest
,
little
,
modest
salons
conceivable
:
they
were
decorated
with
the
greatest
taste
,
and
a
thousand
knick-knacks
from
Paris
,
by
Rebecca
:
and
when
she
sate
at
her
piano
trilling
songs
with
a
lightsome
heart
,
the
stranger
voted
himself
in
a
little
paradise
of
domestic
comfort
,
and
agreed
that
,
if
the
husband
was
rather
stupid
,
the
wife
was
charming
,
and
the
dinners
the
pleasantest
in
the
world
.
Rebecca’s
wit
,
cleverness
,
and
flippancy
,
made
her
speedily
the
vogue
in
London
among
a
certain
class
.
You
saw
demure
chariots
at
her
door
,
out
of
which
stepped
very
great
people
.
You
beheld
her
carriage
in
the
Park
,
surrounded
by
dandies
of
note
.
The
little
box
in
the
third
tier
of
the
Opera
was
crowded
with
heads
constantly
changing
;
but
it
must
be
confessed
that
the
ladies
held
aloof
from
her
,
and
that
their
doors
were
shut
to
our
little
adventurer
.
With
regard
to
the
world
of
female
fashion
and
its
customs
,
the
present
writer
of
course
can
only
speak
at
second
hand
.
A
man
can
no
more
penetrate
or
understand
those
mysteries
than
he
can
know
what
the
ladies
talk
about
when
they
go
upstairs
after
dinner
.
It
is
only
by
inquiry
and
perseverance
,
that
one
sometimes
gets
hints
of
those
secrets
;
and
by
a
similar
diligence
every
person
who
treads
the
Pall
Mall
pavement
and
frequents
the
clubs
of
this
metropolis
,
knows
,
either
through
his
own
experience
or
through
some
acquaintance
with
whom
he
plays
at
billiards
or
shares
the
joint
,
something
about
the
genteel
world
of
London
,
and
how
,
as
there
are
men
(
such
as
Rawdon
Crawley
,
whose
position
we
mentioned
before
)
,
who
cut
a
good
figure
to
the
eyes
of
the
ignorant
world
and
to
the
apprentices
in
the
Park
,
who
behold
them
consorting
with
the
most
notorious
dandies
there
,
so
there
are
the
ladies
,
who
may
be
called
men’s
women
,
being
welcomed
entirely
by
all
the
gentlemen
,
and
cut
or
slighted
by
all
their
wives
.
Mrs.
Firebrace
is
of
this
sort
;
the
lady
with
the
beautiful
fair
ringlets
whom
you
see
every
day
in
Hyde
Park
,
surrounded
by
the
greatest
and
most
famous
dandies
of
this
empire
.
Mrs.
Rockwood
is
another
,
whose
parties
are
announced
laboriously
in
the
fashionable
newspapers
,
and
with
whom
you
see
that
all
sorts
of
ambassadors
and
great
noblemen
dine
;
and
many
more
might
be
mentioned
had
they
to
do
with
the
history
at
present
in
hand
.
But
while
simple
folks
who
are
out
of
the
world
,
or
country
people
with
a
taste
for
the
genteel
,
behold
these
ladies
in
their
seeming
glory
in
public
places
,
or
envy
them
from
afar
off
,
persons
who
are
better
instructed
could
inform
them
that
these
envied
ladies
have
no
more
chance
of
establishing
themselves
in
“
Society
,
”
than
the
benighted
squire’s
wife
in
Somersetshire
,
who
reads
of
their
doings
in
the
Morning
Post
.
Men
living
about
London
are
aware
of
these
awful
truths
.
You
hear
how
pitilessly
many
ladies
of
seeming
rank
and
wealth
are
excluded
from
this
“
Society
.
”
The
frantic
efforts
which
they
make
to
enter
this
circle
,
the
meannesses
to
which
they
submit
,
the
insults
which
they
undergo
,
are
matters
of
wonder
to
those
who
take
human
or
womankind
for
a
study
;
and
the
pursuit
of
fashion
under
difficulties
would
be
a
fine
theme
for
any
very
great
person
who
had
the
wit
,
the
leisure
,
and
the
knowledge
of
the
English
language
necessary
for
the
compiling
of
such
a
history
.
Now
the
few
female
acquaintances
whom
Mrs.
Crawley
had
known
abroad
,
not
only
declined
to
visit
her
when
she
came
to
this
side
of
the
channel
,
but
cut
her
severely
when
they
met
in
public
places
.
It
was
curious
to
see
how
the
great
ladies
forgot
her
,
and
no
doubt
not
altogether
a
pleasant
study
to
Rebecca
.
When
Lady
Bareacres
met
her
in
the
waiting-room
at
the
Opera
,
she
gathered
her
daughters
about
her
as
if
they
would
be
contaminated
by
a
touch
of
Becky
,
and
retreating
a
step
or
two
,
placed
herself
in
front
of
them
,
and
stared
at
her
little
enemy
.
To
stare
Becky
out
of
countenance
required
a
severer
glance
than
even
the
frigid
old
Bareacres
could
shoot
out
of
her
dismal
eyes
.
When
Lady
de
la
Mole
,
who
had
ridden
a
score
of
times
by
Becky’s
side
at
Brussels
,
met
Mrs.
Crawley’s
open
carriage
in
Hyde
Park
,
her
Ladyship
was
quite
blind
,
and
could
not
in
the
least
recognise
her
former
friend
.
Even
Mrs.
Blenkinsop
,
the
banker’s
wife
,
cut
her
at
church
.
Becky
went
regularly
to
church
now
;
it
was
edifying
to
see
her
enter
there
with
Rawdon
by
her
side
,
carrying
a
couple
of
large
gilt
prayer-books
,
and
afterwards
going
through
the
ceremony
with
the
gravest
resignation
.
Rawdon
at
first
felt
very
acutely
the
slights
which
were
passed
upon
his
wife
,
and
was
inclined
to
be
gloomy
and
savage
.
He
talked
of
calling
out
the
husbands
or
brothers
of
every
one
of
the
insolent
women
who
did
not
pay
a
proper
respect
to
his
wife
;
and
it
was
only
by
the
strongest
commands
and
entreaties
on
her
part
,
that
he
was
brought
into
keeping
a
decent
behaviour
.
“
You
can’t
shoot
me
into
society
,
”
she
said
,
good-naturedly
.
“
Remember
,
my
dear
,
that
I
was
but
a
governess
,
and
you
,
you
poor
silly
old
man
,
have
the
worst
reputation
for
debt
,
and
dice
,
and
all
sorts
of
wickedness
.
We
shall
get
quite
as
many
friends
as
we
want
by
and
by
,
and
in
the
meanwhile
you
must
be
a
good
boy
,
and
obey
your
schoolmistress
in
everything
she
tells
you
to
do
.
When
we
heard
that
your
aunt
had
left
almost
everything
to
Pitt
and
his
wife
,
do
you
remember
what
a
rage
you
were
in
?
You
would
have
told
all
Paris
,
if
I
had
not
made
you
keep
your
temper
,
and
where
would
you
have
been
now
?
—
in
prison
at
Ste.
Pélagie
for
debt
,
and
not
established
in
London
in
a
handsome
house
,
with
every
comfort
about
you
—
you
were
in
such
a
fury
you
were
ready
to
murder
your
brother
,
you
wicked
Cain
you
,
and
what
good
would
have
come
of
remaining
angry
?
All
the
rage
in
the
world
won’t
get
us
your
aunt’s
money
;
and
it
is
much
better
that
we
should
be
friends
with
your
brother’s
family
than
enemies
,
as
those
foolish
Butes
are
.
When
your
father
dies
,
Queen’s
Crawley
will
be
a
pleasant
house
for
you
and
me
to
pass
the
winter
in
.
If
we
are
ruined
,
you
can
carve
and
take
charge
of
the
stable
,
and
I
can
be
a
governess
to
Lady
Jane’s
children
.
Ruined
!
fiddlededee
!
I
will
get
you
a
good
place
before
that
;
or
Pitt
and
his
little
boy
will
die
,
and
we
will
be
Sir
Rawdon
and
my
lady
.
While
there
is
life
,
there
is
hope
,
my
dear
,
and
I
intend
to
make
a
man
of
you
yet
.
Who
sold
your
horses
for
you
?
Who
paid
your
debts
for
you
?
”
Rawdon
was
obliged
to
confess
that
he
owed
all
these
benefits
to
his
wife
,
and
to
trust
himself
to
her
guidance
for
the
future
.
Indeed
,
when
Miss
Crawley
quitted
the
world
,
and
that
money
for
which
all
her
relatives
had
been
fighting
so
eagerly
was
finally
left
to
Pitt
,
Bute
Crawley
,
who
found
that
only
five
thousand
pounds
had
been
left
to
him
instead
of
the
twenty
upon
which
he
calculated
,
was
in
such
a
fury
at
his
disappointment
,
that
he
vented
it
in
savage
abuse
upon
his
nephew
;
and
the
quarrel
always
rankling
between
them
ended
in
an
utter
breach
of
intercourse
.
Rawdon
Crawley’s
conduct
,
on
the
other
hand
,
who
got
but
a
hundred
pounds
,
was
such
as
to
astonish
his
brother
and
delight
his
sister-in-law
,
who
was
disposed
to
look
kindly
upon
all
the
members
of
her
husband’s
family
.
He
wrote
to
his
brother
a
very
frank
,
manly
,
good-humoured
letter
from
Paris
.
He
was
aware
,
he
said
,
that
by
his
own
marriage
he
had
forfeited
his
aunt’s
favour
;
and
though
he
did
not
disguise
his
disappointment
that
she
should
have
been
so
entirely
relentless
towards
him
,
he
was
glad
that
the
money
was
still
kept
in
their
branch
of
the
family
,
and
heartily
congratulated
his
brother
on
his
good
fortune
.
He
sent
his
affectionate
remembrances
to
his
sister
,
and
hoped
to
have
her
good-will
for
Mrs.
Rawdon
;
and
the
letter
concluded
with
a
postscript
to
Pitt
in
the
latter
lady’s
own
handwriting
.
She
,
too
,
begged
to
join
in
her
husband’s
congratulations
.
She
should
ever
remember
Mr.
Crawley’s
kindness
to
her
in
early
days
when
she
was
a
friendless
orphan
,
the
instructress
of
his
little
sisters
,
in
whose
welfare
she
still
took
the
tenderest
interest
.
She
wished
him
every
happiness
in
his
married
life
,
and
,
asking
his
permission
to
offer
her
remembrances
to
Lady
Jane
(
of
whose
goodness
all
the
world
informed
her
)
,
she
hoped
that
one
day
she
might
be
allowed
to
present
her
little
boy
to
his
uncle
and
aunt
,
and
begged
to
bespeak
for
him
their
good-will
and
protection
.
Pitt
Crawley
received
this
communication
very
graciously
—
more
graciously
than
Miss
Crawley
had
received
some
of
Rebecca’s
previous
compositions
in
Rawdon’s
handwriting
;
and
as
for
Lady
Jane
,
she
was
so
charmed
with
the
letter
,
that
she
expected
her
husband
would
instantly
divide
his
aunt’s
legacy
into
two
equal
portions
,
and
send
off
one-half
to
his
brother
at
Paris
.
To
her
ladyship’s
surprise
,
however
,
Pitt
declined
to
accommodate
his
brother
with
a
cheque
for
thirty
thousand
pounds
.
But
he
made
Rawdon
a
handsome
offer
of
his
hand
whenever
the
latter
should
come
to
England
and
choose
to
take
it
;
and
,
thanking
Mrs.
Crawley
for
her
good
opinion
of
himself
and
Lady
Jane
,
he
graciously
pronounced
his
willingness
to
take
any
opportunity
to
serve
her
little
boy
.
Thus
an
almost
reconciliation
was
brought
about
between
the
brothers
.
When
Rebecca
came
to
town
Pitt
and
his
wife
were
not
in
London
.
Many
a
time
she
drove
by
the
old
door
in
Park
Lane
to
see
whether
they
had
taken
possession
of
Miss
Crawley’s
house
there
.
But
the
new
family
did
not
make
its
appearance
;
it
was
only
through
Raggles
that
she
heard
of
their
movements
—
how
Miss
Crawley’s
domestic
had
been
dismissed
with
decent
gratuities
,
and
how
Mr.
Pitt
had
only
once
made
his
appearance
in
London
,
when
he
stopped
for
a
few
days
at
the
house
,
did
business
with
his
lawyers
there
,
and
sold
off
all
Miss
Crawley’s
French
novels
to
a
bookseller
out
of
Bond
Street
.
Becky
had
reasons
of
her
own
which
caused
her
to
long
for
the
arrival
of
her
new
relation
.
“
When
Lady
Jane
comes
,
”
thought
she
,
“
she
shall
be
my
sponsor
in
London
society
;
and
as
for
the
women
!
bah
!
the
women
will
ask
me
when
they
find
the
men
want
to
see
me
.
”
An
article
as
necessary
to
a
lady
in
this
position
as
her
brougham
or
her
bouquet
,
is
her
companion
.
I
have
always
admired
the
way
in
which
the
tender
creatures
,
who
cannot
exist
without
sympathy
,
hire
an
exceedingly
plain
friend
of
their
own
sex
from
whom
they
are
almost
inseparable
.
The
sight
of
that
inevitable
woman
in
her
faded
gown
seated
behind
her
dear
friend
in
the
opera-box
,
or
occupying
the
back
seat
of
the
barouche
,
is
always
a
wholesome
and
moral
one
to
me
,
as
jolly
as
a
reminder
as
that
of
the
Death’s-head
which
figured
in
the
repasts
of
Egyptian
bon-vivants
,
a
strange
sardonic
memorial
of
Vanity
Fair
.
What
?
—
even
battered
,
brazen
,
beautiful
,
conscienceless
,
heartless
,
Mrs.
Firebrace
,
whose
father
died
of
her
shame
:
even
lovely
,
daring
Mrs.
Mantrap
,
who
will
ride
at
any
fence
which
any
man
in
England
will
take
,
and
who
drives
her
greys
in
the
Park
,
while
her
mother
keeps
a
huckster’s
stall
in
Bath
still
;
—
even
those
who
are
so
bold
,
one
might
fancy
they
could
face
anything
,
dare
not
face
the
world
without
a
female
friend
.
They
must
have
somebody
to
cling
to
,
the
affectionate
creatures
!
And
you
will
hardly
see
them
in
any
public
place
without
a
shabby
companion
in
a
dyed
silk
,
sitting
somewhere
in
the
shade
close
behind
them
.
“
Rawdon
,
”
said
Becky
,
very
late
one
night
,
as
a
party
of
gentlemen
were
seated
round
her
crackling
drawing-room
fire
(
for
the
men
came
to
her
house
to
finish
the
night
;
and
she
had
ice
and
coffee
for
them
,
the
best
in
London
)
:
“
I
must
have
a
sheep-dog
.
”
“
A
what
?
”
said
Rawdon
,
looking
up
from
an
écarté
table
.
“
A
sheep-dog
!
”
said
young
Lord
Southdown
.
“
My
dear
Mrs.
Crawley
,
what
a
fancy
!
Why
not
have
a
Danish
dog
?
I
know
of
one
as
big
as
a
camel-leopard
,
by
Jove
.
It
would
almost
pull
your
brougham
.
Or
a
Persian
greyhound
,
eh
?
(
I
propose
,
if
you
please
)
;
or
a
little
pug
that
would
go
into
one
of
Lord
Steyne’s
snuff-boxes
.
There’s
a
man
at
Bayswater
got
one
with
such
a
nose
that
you
might
,
—
I
mark
the
king
and
play
,
—
that
you
might
hang
your
hat
on
it
.
”
“
I
mark
the
trick
,
”
Rawdon
gravely
said
.
He
attended
to
his
game
commonly
,
and
didn’t
much
meddle
with
the
conversation
except
when
it
was
about
horses
and
betting
.
“
What
can
you
want
with
a
shepherd’s
dog
?
”
the
lively
little
Southdown
continued
.
“
I
mean
a
moral
shepherd’s
dog
,
”
said
Becky
,
laughing
,
and
looking
up
at
Lord
Steyne
.
“
What
the
devil’s
that
?
”
said
his
Lordship
.
“
A
dog
to
keep
the
wolves
off
me
,
”
Rebecca
continued
.
“
A
companion
.
”
“
Dear
little
innocent
lamb
,
you
want
one
,
”
said
the
Marquis
;
and
his
jaw
thrust
out
,
and
he
began
to
grin
hideously
,
his
little
eyes
leering
towards
Rebecca
.
The
great
Lord
Steyne
was
standing
by
the
fire
sipping
coffee
.
The
fire
crackled
and
blazed
pleasantly
.
There
was
a
score
of
candles
sparkling
around
the
mantlepiece
,
in
all
sorts
of
quaint
sconces
,
of
gilt
and
bronze
and
porcelain
.
They
lighted
up
Rebecca’s
figure
to
admiration
,
as
she
sate
on
a
sofa
covered
with
a
pattern
of
gaudy
flowers
.
She
was
in
a
pink
dress
,
that
looked
as
fresh
as
a
rose
;
her
dazzling
white
arms
and
shoulders
were
half-covered
with
a
thin
hazy
scarf
through
which
they
sparkled
;
her
hair
hung
in
curls
round
her
neck
;
one
of
her
little
feet
peeped
out
from
the
fresh
crisp
folds
of
the
silk
:
the
prettiest
little
foot
in
the
prettiest
little
sandal
in
the
finest
silk
stocking
in
the
world
.
The
candles
lighted
up
Lord
Steyne’s
shining
bald
head
,
which
was
fringed
with
red
hair
.
He
had
thick
bushy
eyebrows
,
with
little
twinkling
bloodshot
eyes
,
surrounded
by
a
thousand
wrinkles
.
His
jaw
was
underhung
,
and
when
he
laughed
,
two
white
buck-teeth
protruded
themselves
and
glistened
savagely
in
the
midst
of
the
grin
.
He
had
been
dining
with
royal
personages
,
and
wore
his
garter
and
ribbon
.
A
short
man
was
his
Lordship
,
broad-chested
,
and
bow-legged
,
but
proud
of
the
fineness
of
his
foot
and
ancle
,
and
always
caressing
his
garter-knee
.
“
And
so
the
Shepherd
is
not
enough
,
”
said
he
,
“
to
defend
his
lambkin
?
”
“
The
Shepherd
is
too
fond
of
playing
at
cards
and
going
to
his
clubs
,
”
answered
Becky
,
laughing
.
“
’Gad
,
what
a
debauched
Corydon
!
”
said
my
lord
—
“
what
a
mouth
for
a
pipe
!
”
“
I
take
your
three
to
two
,
”
here
said
Rawdon
,
at
the
card-table
.
“
Hark
at
Melibœus
,
”
snarled
the
noble
Marquis
;
“
he’s
pastorally
occupied
too
:
he’s
shearing
a
Southdown
.
What
an
innocent
mutton
,
hey
?
Damme
,
what
a
snowy
fleece
!
”
Rebecca’s
eyes
shot
out
gleams
of
scornful
humour
.
“
My
lord
,
”
she
said
,
“
you
are
a
knight
of
the
Order
.
”
He
had
the
collar
round
his
neck
,
indeed
—
a
gift
of
the
restored
Princes
of
Spain
.
Lord
Steyne
in
early
life
had
been
notorious
for
his
daring
and
his
success
at
play
.
He
had
sat
up
two
days
and
two
nights
with
Mr.
Fox
at
hazard
.
He
had
won
money
of
the
most
august
personages
of
the
realm
:
he
had
won
his
marquisate
,
it
was
said
,
at
the
gaming-table
;
but
he
did
not
like
an
allusion
to
those
bygone
fredaines
.
Rebecca
saw
the
scowl
gathering
over
his
heavy
brow
.
She
rose
up
from
her
sofa
,
and
went
and
took
his
coffee
cup
out
of
his
hand
with
a
little
curtsey
.
“
Yes
,
”
she
said
,
“
I
must
get
a
watchdog
.
But
he
won’t
bark
at
you
.
”
And
,
going
into
the
other
drawing-room
,
she
sate
down
to
the
piano
,
and
began
to
sing
little
French
songs
in
such
a
charming
,
thrilling
voice
,
that
the
mollified
nobleman
speedily
followed
her
into
that
chamber
,
and
might
be
seen
nodding
his
head
and
bowing
time
over
her
.
Rawdon
and
his
friend
meanwhile
played
écarté
until
they
had
enough
.
The
Colonel
won
;
but
,
say
that
he
won
ever
so
much
and
often
,
nights
like
these
,
which
occurred
many
times
in
the
week
—
his
wife
having
all
the
talk
and
all
the
admiration
,
and
he
sitting
silent
without
the
circle
,
not
comprehending
a
word
of
the
jokes
,
the
allusions
,
the
mystical
language
within
—
must
have
been
rather
wearisome
to
the
ex-dragoon
.
“
How
is
Mrs.
Crawley’s
husband
?
”
Lord
Steyne
used
to
say
to
him
by
way
of
a
good
day
when
they
met
:
and
indeed
that
was
now
his
avocation
in
life
.
He
was
Colonel
Crawley
no
more
.
He
was
Mrs.
Crawley’s
husband
.
About
the
little
Rawdon
,
if
nothing
has
been
said
all
this
while
,
it
is
because
he
is
hidden
upstairs
in
a
garret
somewhere
,
or
has
crawled
below
into
the
kitchen
for
companionship
.
His
mother
scarcely
ever
took
notice
of
him
.
He
passed
the
days
with
his
French
bonne
as
long
as
that
domestic
remained
in
Mr.
Crawley’s
family
,
and
when
the
Frenchwoman
went
away
,
the
little
fellow
,
howling
in
the
loneliness
of
the
night
,
had
compassion
taken
on
him
by
a
housemaid
,
who
took
him
out
of
his
solitary
nursery
into
her
bed
in
the
garret
hard
by
,
and
comforted
him
.
Rebecca
,
my
Lord
Steyne
,
and
one
or
two
more
were
in
the
drawing-room
taking
tea
after
the
Opera
,
when
this
shouting
was
heard
overhead
.
“
It’s
my
cherub
crying
for
his
nurse
,
”
she
said
.
She
did
not
offer
to
move
to
go
and
see
the
child
.
“
Don’t
agitate
your
feelings
by
going
to
look
for
him
,
”
said
Lord
Steyne
sardonically
.
“
Bah
!
”
replied
the
other
,
with
a
sort
of
blush
,
“
he’ll
cry
himself
to
sleep
;
”
and
they
fell
to
talking
about
the
Opera
.
Rawdon
had
stolen
off
though
,
to
look
after
his
son
and
heir
;
and
came
back
to
the
company
when
he
found
that
honest
Dolly
was
consoling
the
child
.
The
Colonel’s
dressing
room
was
in
those
upper
regions
.
He
used
to
see
the
boy
there
in
private
.
They
had
interviews
together
every
morning
when
he
shaved
;
Rawdon
minor
sitting
on
a
box
by
his
father’s
side
and
watching
the
operation
with
never-ceasing
pleasure
.
He
and
the
sire
were
great
friends
.
The
father
would
bring
him
sweetmeats
from
the
dessert
,
and
hide
them
in
a
certain
old
epaulet
box
,
where
the
child
went
to
seek
them
,
and
laughed
with
joy
on
discovering
the
treasure
;
laughed
,
but
not
too
loud
:
for
mamma
was
below
asleep
and
must
not
be
disturbed
.
She
did
not
go
to
rest
till
very
late
,
and
seldom
rose
till
after
noon
.
Rawdon
bought
the
boy
plenty
of
picture-books
,
and
crammed
his
nursery
with
toys
.
Its
walls
were
covered
with
pictures
pasted
up
by
the
father’s
own
hand
,
and
purchased
by
him
for
ready
money
.
When
he
was
off
duty
with
Mrs.
Rawdon
in
the
Park
,
he
would
sit
up
here
,
passing
hours
with
the
boy
;
who
rode
on
his
chest
,
who
pulled
his
great
mustachios
as
if
they
were
driving-reins
,
and
spent
days
with
him
in
indefatigable
gambols
.
The
room
was
a
low
room
,
and
once
,
when
the
child
was
not
five
years
old
,
his
father
,
who
was
tossing
him
wildly
up
in
his
arms
,
hit
the
poor
little
chap’s
skull
so
violently
against
the
ceiling
that
he
almost
dropped
the
child
,
so
terrified
was
he
at
the
disaster
.
Rawdon
minor
had
made
up
his
face
for
a
tremendous
howl
—
the
severity
of
the
blow
indeed
authorized
that
indulgence
;
but
just
as
he
was
going
to
begin
,
the
father
interposed
.
“
For
God’s
sake
,
Rawdy
,
don’t
wake
mamma
,
”
he
cried
.
And
the
child
,
looking
in
a
very
hard
and
piteous
way
at
his
father
,
bit
his
lips
,
clenched
his
hands
,
and
didn’t
cry
a
bit
.
Rawdon
told
that
story
at
the
clubs
,
at
the
mess
,
to
everybody
in
town
.
“
By
Gad
,
sir
,
”
he
explained
to
the
public
in
general
,
“
what
a
good
plucked
one
that
boy
of
mine
is
—
what
a
trump
he
is
!
—
I
half
sent
his
head
through
the
ceiling
,
by
Gad
,
and
he
wouldn’t
cry
for
fear
of
disturbing
his
mother
.
”
Sometimes
—
once
or
twice
in
a
week
—
that
lady
visited
the
upper
regions
in
which
the
child
lived
.
She
came
like
a
vivified
figure
out
of
the
Magasin
des
Modes
—
blandly
smiling
in
the
most
beautiful
new
clothes
and
little
gloves
and
boots
.
Wonderful
scarfs
,
laces
,
and
jewels
glittered
about
her
.
She
had
always
a
new
bonnet
on
:
and
flowers
bloomed
perpetually
in
it
:
or
else
magnificent
curling
ostrich
feathers
,
soft
and
snowy
as
camellias
.
She
nodded
twice
or
thrice
patronisingly
to
the
little
boy
,
who
looked
up
from
his
dinner
or
from
the
pictures
of
soldiers
he
was
painting
.
When
she
left
the
room
,
an
odour
of
rose
,
or
some
other
magical
fragrance
,
lingered
about
the
nursery
.
She
was
an
unearthly
being
in
his
eyes
,
superior
to
his
father
—
to
all
the
world
:
to
be
worshipped
and
admired
at
a
distance
.
To
drive
with
that
lady
in
the
carriage
was
an
awful
rite
:
he
sate
up
in
the
back
seat
,
and
did
not
dare
to
speak
:
he
gazed
with
all
his
eyes
at
the
beautifully
dressed
princess
opposite
to
him
.
Gentlemen
on
splendid
prancing
horses
came
up
and
smiled
and
talked
with
her
.
How
her
eyes
beamed
upon
all
of
them
!
Her
hand
used
to
quiver
and
wave
gracefully
as
they
passed
.
When
he
went
out
with
her
he
had
his
new
red
dress
on
.
His
old
brown
holland
was
good
enough
when
he
stayed
at
home
.
Sometimes
,
when
she
was
away
,
and
Dolly
his
maid
was
making
his
bed
,
he
came
into
his
mother’s
room
.
It
was
as
the
abode
of
a
fairy
to
him
—
a
mystic
chamber
of
splendour
and
delights
.
There
in
the
wardrobe
hung
those
wonderful
robes
—
pink
and
blue
,
and
many-tinted
.
There
was
the
jewel-case
,
silver-clasped
:
and
the
wondrous
bronze
hand
on
the
dressing-table
,
glistening
all
over
with
a
hundred
rings
.
There
was
the
cheval-glass
,
that
miracle
of
art
,
in
which
he
could
just
see
his
own
wondering
head
,
and
the
reflection
of
Dolly
(
queerly
distorted
,
and
as
if
up
in
the
ceiling
)
,
plumping
and
patting
the
pillows
of
the
bed
.
O
,
thou
poor
lonely
little
benighted
boy
!
Mother
is
the
name
for
God
in
the
lips
and
hearts
of
little
children
;
and
here
was
one
who
was
worshipping
a
stone
.
Now
Rawdon
Crawley
,
rascal
as
the
Colonel
was
,
had
certain
manly
tendencies
of
affection
in
his
heart
,
and
could
love
a
child
and
a
woman
still
.
For
Rawdon
minor
he
had
a
great
secret
tenderness
then
,
which
did
not
escape
Rebecca
,
though
she
did
not
talk
about
it
to
her
husband
.
It
did
not
annoy
her
:
she
was
too
good-natured
.
It
only
increased
her
scorn
for
him
.
He
felt
somehow
ashamed
of
this
paternal
softness
,
and
hid
it
from
his
wife
—
only
indulging
in
it
when
alone
with
the
boy
.
He
used
to
take
him
out
of
mornings
when
they
would
go
to
the
stables
together
and
to
the
Park
.
Little
Lord
Southdown
,
the
best-natured
of
men
,
who
would
make
you
a
present
of
the
hat
from
his
head
,
and
whose
main
occupation
in
life
was
to
buy
knick-knacks
that
he
might
give
them
away
afterwards
,
bought
the
little
chap
a
pony
not
much
bigger
than
a
large
rat
,
the
donor
said
,
and
on
this
little
black
Shetland
pigmy
young
Rawdon’s
great
father
was
pleased
to
mount
the
boy
,
and
to
walk
by
his
side
in
the
Park
.
It
pleased
him
to
see
his
old
quarters
,
and
his
old
fellow-guardsmen
at
Knightsbridge
:
he
had
begun
to
think
of
his
bachelorhood
with
something
like
regret
.
The
old
troopers
were
glad
to
recognize
their
ancient
officer
,
and
dandle
the
little
Colonel
.
Colonel
Crawley
found
dining
at
mess
and
with
his
brother-officers
very
pleasant
.
“
Hang
it
,
I
ain’t
clever
enough
for
her
—
I
know
it
.
She
won’t
miss
me
,
”
he
used
to
say
:
and
he
was
right
,
his
wife
did
not
miss
him
.
Rebecca
was
fond
of
her
husband
.
She
was
always
perfectly
good-humoured
and
kind
to
him
.
She
did
not
even
show
her
scorn
much
for
him
;
perhaps
she
liked
him
the
better
for
being
a
fool
.
He
was
her
upper
servant
and
maïtre
d’hôtel
.
He
went
on
her
errands
:
obeyed
her
orders
without
question
:
drove
in
the
carriage
in
the
ring
with
her
without
repining
;
took
her
to
the
Opera-box
;
solaced
himself
at
his
club
during
the
performance
,
and
came
punctually
back
to
fetch
her
when
due
.
He
would
have
liked
her
to
be
a
little
fonder
of
the
boy
:
but
even
to
that
he
reconciled
himself
.
“
Hang
it
,
you
know
she’s
so
clever
,
”
he
said
,
“
and
I’m
not
literary
and
that
,
you
know
.
”
For
,
as
we
have
said
before
,
it
requires
no
great
wisdom
to
be
able
to
win
at
cards
and
billiards
,
and
Rawdon
made
no
pretentions
to
any
other
sort
of
skill
.
When
the
companion
came
,
his
domestic
duties
became
very
light
.
His
wife
encouraged
him
to
dine
abroad
:
she
would
let
him
off
duty
at
the
Opera
.
“
Don’t
stay
and
stupefy
yourself
at
home
to-night
,
my
dear
,
”
she
would
say
.
“
Some
men
are
coming
who
will
only
bore
you
.
I
would
not
ask
them
,
but
you
know
it’s
for
your
good
,
and
now
I
have
a
sheep-dog
,
I
need
not
be
afraid
to
be
alone
.
”
“
A
sheep-dog
—
a
companion
!
Becky
Sharp
with
a
companion
!
Isn’t
it
good
fun
?
”
thought
Mrs.
Crawley
to
herself
.
The
notion
tickled
hugely
her
sense
of
humour
.
One
Sunday
morning
,
as
Rawdon
Crawley
,
his
little
son
,
and
the
pony
were
taking
their
accustomed
walk
in
the
Park
,
they
